Seasons for the Spirit: The Spice of Life

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Seasons for the Spirit: The Spice of Life

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
These are the Seasons in which we live.
It may be hard to tell
Which Season best describes each one of us.

Some of us may relate better to the Winter season:
Cold, callous, selfish uncaring;
Building walls so no one can enter,
But at the same time
Not building any bridges either…
Such a shame!

Some may better relate to the Spring season:
Happy, full of life, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed;
Ready to take on the world,
Cheerful personality, always greeting folks with a smile!

Or are you better matched with the good old Summertime:
Hot, spicy, ready to drop it like it’s hot;
The typical party animal,
Setting the world on fire!

Or does the Fall season best suit you as a person:
Laid back, calm, peaceful;
Just letting the world go by
Without a care!

But there are other seasonings in life also.
Just as one would season their food for the right taste,
It can’t hurt to season your life to fit the perfect you!

Dealing in your own life always takes time,
But when you have the right herbs and spices,
One can never go wrong.

Whatever season best fits you,
Always remember to take a little time
To add some flavor to your life!

God bless always!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

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Savior

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You save me from the people
Who know not what they do.
You save me from my enemies
Unconscious of the truth.
You save me from my sins,
Because I put my trust in you,
And may your Spirit lead the way
In everything I do.

You save me from this world of pain,
Because you know my good.
You save me from my wand’ring mind
That won’t rest as it should.
You save me from unworthiness,
Because in you, I could.
And may your Spirit light my path
And take me where you would.

You save me from a heart grown cold,
Because you know my past.
You save me from the worried times
That never really last.
You save me from each question,
For you answer when I ask.
And may your Spirit teach me well
And help me do your task.

You save me from a life of fear,
Because you’re here inside.
You save me from my own defeat,
Because you’re on my side.
You save me from the Hell I’ve known,
Because for me you died.
And may I let your Spirit lead,
My Savior, Lord and Guide!

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To See or not to See

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To See or not to See?

A Shakespeare Poem for the Blind

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

To see or not to see?
That is the question!
Whether it is nobler to be in darkness of our eyes
Or the Spiritual Light of one’s Heart.

many of us have found that we hold a power that is to be used only when needed the most. From birth the good Lord takes each and every one of us on a journey through life’s twists and turns. Throughout this journey, we are all tested. For some of us, our physical sight may be taken, or perhaps we never had any at all. But if we ask, God gives us wisdom to understand His own vision for our lives. For we are His children, and He has a perfect plan for us all.

May God bless us all and be our Light in this life and on to the next!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

Your Gentle Hands

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My life is in your gentle hands.
You offer me the best you can.
In understanding pure and sweet,
You hold my heart in love so deep
And give my mind a place to land.

I’ve been a pawn in people’s plans
And don’t know how much I can stand.
But when I’m in distress I meet
Your gentle hands.

I’ve taken tolls, blows and demands
On borrowed time and shifting sands.
I asked the Lord if I could be
Secure and peaceful, loved and free.
His answer came in you, a man
With gentle hands.

—
This poem is a
Rondeau.

Partially inspired by a modified version of
this poem,
which was read at our wedding ceremony.

The Colors of Love: Springtime Thoughts

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The Colors of Love: Springtime Thoughts

by Frederick Douglass Grimes, III

So many colors In the rainbow!
Countless combinations of shades!

Springtime flowers blossom ever so beautiful
The green grass
The trees standing tall
Nature waking up after Winter’s unwelcome visit.

Love has a color all Its own.
Two people meet
And fall so deeply in love
That color is certainly the last thing on their minds.
All they know is true love when they feel it.

Their journey of love takes them many miles and back.
Finally, that blessed day arrives
When they become man and wife,
Starting a brand new life together.

The Light from the Lord is all we need to survive.
Springtime is certainly the most beautiful time of the year.
No sight is needed
To feel the beauty of life, love, and the Lord
And know His colors of Spring!
–The Blind Poet, Freddy G.

My Feminist T-shirt

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Is my feminist t-shirt hung out to dry?
Permanently?
And does it matter?

Do protests and independence a feminist make?
And do I forfeit my own,
Because I have a husband who cares?

My feminist t-shirt
Is old and tattered, but it would be,
As it goes back to when I was just 5 years old…

“If a man can’t fold his own clothes,
He better stay with his mommy!”
Out of the mouths of babes!

Throughout my childhood,
And later too,
Dresses and skirts were the bane of my existence.

My mother said, “Jeans aren’t lady-like.”
My mind asked,
“Who said I was a lady?”

I went to my Junior Prom,
Not with a date,
But with my kind-hearted brother-in-law.

We had fun (not dancing),
Drinking coffee
And eating cheesecake.

I never dated,
But managed to get married. What?
And have a child.

Still independent,
I took care of the finances,
And any overdrafts were mine, not his.

Fast forward…
Divorce was the right move
For my spirit that would not be boxed in.

Yes, I paid that bill too.
But not even my feminist t-shirt
Could assuage my guilt.

I played a part,
But was it all my fault?
Did it matter?

Fast forward 4 years,
When I met a man
Who admired my feminist t-shirt!

Two years later, we married,
Deeply in love
And traveling through life together.

“What’s mine is yours,” he says.
I get the bills paid,
But the money comes in his name.

I ask for what I want;
He gives what he can and never turns me down.
But still I wonder…

Is my feminist t-shirt hung out to dry?
Permanently?
And does it matter?

Do protests and independence a feminist make?
And do I forfeit my own,
Because I have a husband who cares?

The Truth about Zeus

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***This piece is not for children.***

For “On Myths and Legends” at
dVerse Poetics.

The Truth about Zeus

by Zeus

I am Zeus, king of the gods!
My lightning bolts know no bounds!
Olympians, giants, humans
All cower at my fury!

But they don’t know
What goes on in my head,
Where I am a damned Fool,
Taking whatever I want, whomever I want, whenever I want.

Women, men, creatures…
I can turn into all of them.
I love all of them;
I hate all of them.

My self-respect is in the toilet.
I talk big talk
And throw my Olympian weight around.
But I am the biggest Greek tragedy of all.

Let’s face the facts.
Mother, wife, sisters, daughters,
None are sacred to me…
Nothing, no one is off limits.

Hera despises me,
As she should.
I don’t blame her,
But I can’t tell her that.

How does the king of the gods
Admit to the queen of the goddesses
That He, that I,
Am the epitome of liars, cheaters, and philanderers?

I mean, she already knows
I haven’t lived one faithful day in my life.
Fidelity?
Isn’t that an insurance company for those frightened humans?

I am Zeus, king of the gods!
My lightning bolts know no bounds!
Olympians, giants, humans
Must never find out what a coward I am!

And deep down inside
I wonder
If I, Zeus, king of the gods?
Can CHANGE!