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Regret’s Inception…

Will I create reason for regret,

By the choices I make today?

With or without conscious intent,

To dark recall, will I fall prey?

Sustained regret is a fictitious deceit,

When shackled to for long.

The things I cannot change,

I must learn from and move on.

I grow through my mistakes,

Great teachers of time.

Yet I pray for the wisdom,

To know and choose what’s right.

©E.D. Allee

June, 2014

Peace Through The Right Violence… poem A Day Challlenge. Prompt: violent and or peaceful

Today’s Poem A Day prompt:
– a violent poem and/or a peaceful poem.

Take the anger, take the rage,
Cast them in a hurricane.
Smash them into pieces.
Toss them deep in sweltering flames.
Smother their pitch with the sun.
Slice them with an unforgiving blade.
Rip them to irreparable shreds.
Take from them their spirits and names.
Drown them far below the sea.
Bind them forever in spiked chains.
Torture them slowly with precision.
For peace, my friends…must reign!

©E.D. Allee
April, 2014
https://journeyinrhyme.wordpress.com/

 

Gambler’s Hole…

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I don’t typically play the slots,
Pokers is not my gig.
Black jack is nail biting,
I don’t know what the heck keno is!

Yet I find I sometimes gamble,
Hoping for consequence evasion.
And every time I get by with something,
I lean towards doing it again…

Even when I know what’s right,
I sometimes choose what’s wrong.
Instead of the inner voice God’s given,
I listen to MY desires, MY wants.

I’m not proud of this particular trait,
At times My strength seems gone.
Sometimes I make bad choices out if ignorance,
And my growth is simply prolonged.

It’s when my understanding is present,
When I’m cognizant of what I’m doing.
That I gamble and squander my sanity,
At these times, to darkness my soul is losing.

I pray for strength here, knowing this isn’t a game,
I realize my destructive ways are fatal.
I stand to watch all crumble to motionless dust,
I eventually lose when I choose to gamble.

The lights, the noise, the rewards and bonuses,
Seek to lure me in, to steal my soul.
I know I can’t stop by my own strength,
I need God to help me walk around the gambler’s hole!

©E.D. Allee
March, 2014

Pic: http://images.fineartamerica.com/images-medium-large-5/losing-your-soul-michael-hurwitz.jpg

 

 

 

 

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