Author: Unknown
The Battle ©
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I always seek
To do what I thinks right,
But, sometimes, I get weak
When it gets night...
I usually say that I won't go
And do those things again;
Too often, though
It seems, that I give in...
I guess, perhaps,
That's what life's all about,
To take your slaps
And know the knife of doubt;
Then, when you think that you can't cope,
Can't get back up again,
To find some hope
And try, once more, to win...
What really counts the most
Is if we try;
Sometimes, we get to boast,
And, sometimes, cry...
So, when ' The Battle ' rages
And there's no peace in your head,
It's ' The Battle ' of the ages
Fought by millions now long dead...
If it's any help to know,
You're not alone;
That we each face a foe
That's not our own...
Our own lines of demarcation,
We each wage a war with sin;
Feel the same frustration,
Fight ' The Battle ' of within...
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The above poem was published in 1977 as Beacon©
Verse by Russ Miles.
When, over a dozen years later, I was set free from ' The Battle ', I wrote this last verse to include in any of the remaining copies that I had removed from the market place after suffering "An attack of conscience" in 1979.
Well, at last, ' The Battle's ' ended
In the night...
Not the way that I'd intended,
Through my might...
A peace treaty has been rendered,
Yes, a victory has been won...
It came after I'd surrendered
To God's One and Only Son...
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
My disappointment was that most of the buyers of my "Limited Edition" ~ 1,000 copy ~ poetry books would never read the final verse. Without hope, they would go on believing that they were hopelessly locked into an endless engagement with lust.
God's Holy Spirit had delivered me from ' The Battle ' with that sin. I was totally in love with my own wife, and I couldn't even conceive of having relations with another woman.
Well, that was also a long time ago. Now in 2009, I find myself once again single, back into ' The Battle ', or called back to the front lines. Perhaps, if I had kept my attention focused on God, and His Son Jesus, I would have developed the other characteristics that would have preserved my marriage that ended five years ago? God only knows.
I do know, I am but a mere mortal ~ with a Supreme Being Master ~ that knew the way I would be, foreknew the paths that I would take, and He loves me anyway. I look with eager anticipation to the day when I am once more delivered from the ' The Battle ', again in a good marriage or loving relationship. Hopefully, by then, I'll have millions of links into my website when I am called forth to my Maker ~ and will walk boldly before His throne of "Grace."
Russ Miles writes romance books, poetry, songs, ezine articles, and mystery thriller novels.
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Author: Unknown
KICK THE CAN ©
When I was young,
How I loved to 'Play the hero',
To be the one
Who set the others free;
But, now it's rough, I'm just 'Another zero',
It's hard enough
To just take care of me...
Yet, memory still retains the sight,
Of 'Standing up' for what was 'Right',
Of 'Taking turns' at waiting for the swing;
The 'Sleeping out' and 'Marshmallow roasts',
The stories we told about 'Terrible ghosts',
Deciding which girl 'I liked the most',
Then, giving that girl 'My ring'...
Of having a friend 'To stay over',
Of finding a 'Four leaf clover',
Folding the paper to make a 'Hat' or a 'Fan';
"He found a nickel, the lucky bum",
Sharing the 'Popsicle' or 'Bubble gum',
"Ready or not, here I come..."
Running to 'Kick the can'...
Of building a 'Fort'
Way up in a tree,
Of painting a sign
For 'Boys only',
Knowing the 'Crawdad'
Was going to pinch your hand;
The afternoon swimming
Down at the 'Creek',
The 'All day suckers',
And 'Sharing a lick' ,
Wishing 'To heck'
To grow up 'Real quick'...
Lord, I'd love another chance
To 'Kick the can'...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
The above poem was published in 1977 in Beacon©, a "Limited Edition" (1,000 copies) rhyming poetry book with black on white watercolour illustrations. In 1979, I had an "Attack-of-conscience" which caused me to remove the remaining ~ then selling like hotcakes ~ copies from the Portland, OR marketplaces that I had established...LOL...just prior to ordering a 5,000 book, 2nd Edition printing. If you are one of the original Beacon© buyers, your Beacon© book is worth ~ at least ~ three times what you paid for it then. I wish that the author was...LOL... Yes, I am the still the original Russ Miles.
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