Fruits of the Vine

Timothy J Green

Description

Christian poetry at its finest. Characterized by its consistent and free form. A must read if you love poetry. Not strictly
just for believers.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: AuthorHouse UK
• Date de parution: 21 novembre 2022
• Nombre de lectures: 2
• EAN13: 9781728376844
• Langue: English

Extrait

FRUITS OF THE VINE
 
 
 
 
 
TIMOTHY J GREEN
 
 
 
 

 
 
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Published by AuthorHouse 11/21/2022
 
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7685-1 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-7283-7684-4 (e)
 
 
 
 
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Contents
Restless
Alas My new creation
Total alignment
Fever she wrote
passive waves
diet of medication
Form
Abstractly mine
Chased by silence
Planning my days
Sip
My little plantation
Over the tree
Fortune laid bare
The wooden box
Photographs in my mind
Waiting
When I sing
Doting captive
My testimony
rumbling sound
Touching base
Men who come home
Rusty wonder
Docking
tention
signature
Dementia
Off guard
The distant shore
Carrying my own weight
dependence
conscience
Halfway there
Is this the end
Shut down
You taught me how
Your fruit
Shake me
dangerously faultless
My time, my race
Released from captivity
On the record
My sadness inside
Fertile
Down at the range
My allowance
Fortress of my own
Airing my delights
Wage and body
Sabotage
In the middle
???
caged but free
Inside
Wide and far
Disciple me Lord
Caged
The modern way
Bereavements
Fantasies
Tiresome wonder
Earthy
Clearing the way
Testing 1..2...3
Sentenced
Stacking shelves
Stones unearthed
I feel for you
Time and space
Evidence
Your fair share
Flagships
Shore laws
treasure gone far
Figurine

Restless
tonight my plight to rest my bones
tonal delights of a task running free
permeated through the ageless wonder of you
true what they say when giving is receiving
breathing is living, or is it?
lit until the goodbyes are made
then I lay down to rest but I detest my waking days
walking and woken up, abrasive little click
Who gets through to the wise and new ground?
sound the cockerel alarm, it is pleasant
and natural. I want natural
Why does the alert sound wake us so quickly?
gets us up but shakes us to get up
without alternative arrangements
it will keep on keeping on waiting
for the button to be pressed
my buttons are hidden sleeping through
tossing and turning? I need another brew
evidently it is totally up to you
clasping that hope of a return of senses
mention my long muddy path
it is a road to victory
slabs of meat sent on to the pickers
you work and wish to see the results
token of my rest you can find me near
fearing the dismal state of affairs
pluck me out and keep me safe from harm
I run this farm and
you keep on giving its crop in season
I need a reason to carry on this labor of love
fair and selective are my prime delights
wanting you to stray from a fight
restlessness becomes rested
and it is all I want and deserve
Will this world keep turning when I go?
I think so but how and why?
One click and now I am a target
but the trigger is to slow I have outgrown toys
hearing above all is my voice and requests

Alas My new creation
Tripping upon the bounty
Sensing your turnover lightly
politely asking about the problem
in their state were about to rob them
creation and its tiny lens
forgets to see whom it sends out for food
once diluted, but now conveniently sober
arise my best felt adequacy
carouse the course of time and place
space dividing us as we erase the damage
but the divide somehow brings us closer
Post war we had to beg for scraps
those happy chaps whom need not worry
while the rest of the world is on its knees
work had become a necessity and not a service
come over here, I wish to see you
up close so I can feel your breath
most would hide from the truth in fear
we dish it out my dear
nearing the outside of our love
as we dig inside and change things
above us we feel a watcher, guiding us
plotting out my stance to reach you
I long to be near and in you
it is the most important thing I do
honestly, many want for other delights
with us there are never any fights
you call, in reverence
not always because of the plight
but because this closeness is important to us
we talk about anything and everything
and it is beautiful
fruitful are the works we share
it is much nicer being this close
the delight I feel for most
you shall be the victor in me
courage and strength, it is all from me, for me
my nerves will steady, to be ready
the headliner act, one to react to and with
shift the pace and learn to forgive

Total alignment
My wheel arches need some tender mercies
feel this pulse running through me
search my body and cry to the world
curled up and folded inside my same place
erased memories and thoughts gone wide
I align myself in you and your cause
praise be bestowed on your willing soul
rolling out the words that mean so much
reading happily into the sleepy distant night
waking up to a happy delightful bird song
belonging to me is my daily meal you are
surprisingly your matter of fact comes so far
mistakenly you wonder me off home
into your arms I lay my wonder
In you I ponder and ponder
the truth be told I can only handle one more
emotions running raw and nerves shake me
those lotions and potions do not help the case
mercifully we are given more than one taste
phasing me out, another job done
raising the standards oh such fun
father, you are my number one
laying across my relaxed state of mine
kindly giving me time to wake up
to smell those gloriously cosmetic flowers
scouring for my defense
saving you up for those tight missionaries
the ones that listen and take direction
mention the tides at an angle
for it is those tides that realize their importance
riding those rapids for fun
come over to mine and i’ll show you the son
align me for service to honor you
surplus enigmatic smiles to arrive
certainty isnt always certainly real
feel me and I shall shake you. really. really shake you
and a testimony to you Lord
I sanction the very ride that implies my fighting
that takes on my brand new form
for you are the bearer of all creation

Fever she wrote
one into another those righteous pair of weights
faking their weighty curated dusty shelves
sleeves and hustled tussles brings forth
many other kind would shoot a divorce
fielding to go batting, bowling to shatter
those little dreams to my father matter
she had written no word of comfort
deserving her manor of words and also silence
all she wrote in her feverish heart was this
I have moved on and that you are crazy
Those hazy days of puppy love still seeps inside
but now I have my love gentle and sober in mind
kindly my fair ground paves the way for us
trusting each other in pronounced words
and often unpronounced, doting solitude
feeding with my food oddly enough
the food that produces confidence and valor
my word that people do not escape from
your kindness people see from all direction
fervently I practice my mindless ability of hope
soaping and laying dangerously close to me
I disguise my mind in joy, internally I am void
void of color, feelings depleting waves
the one you see now is a crusader for change
to be fair he is one of a kind
timing himself perfectly words blurt out
searching and believing in the truth
mother, father, where are you?

passive waves
detaining each way our waves crash
out of control and rolling with their mindset
courting my ways of straggling the shark
heavily admiring its journey
how it was and came to be so striking
watch out for its timidity but
raise the alarm as it pulls and tugs
my adversary dragged in the lower depths
as I lay swept ashore in total riotous form
all of me still here as I wake up from my vision
my mission to defeat indecision
purified by my limitless blessings
I say unto you keep your shirt for your dressings
she sings like the wind and rain
comes up to me not that inclined to listen
I found you there all alone but something missing
Horses and carts gone on strike
having to make my way walking and through the night
politely carving my trek through time
find me close up and see my inward cry
for adventure or miss adventure
passive waves are not passive right now
but wait till I get you ho