The Beggar’s Life

By John Nordman

This book of poems tells of the heartaches and shattered dreams of those who have learnt that the world in which they live in is very intolerant and remorseless, but as he descends in to the world of shadows, the God he loves is willing and able to always be there for comfort and direction.

Here within the pages of The Beggar’s Life, you will realize and come to understand the life and directions of people who have found life a hard road to walk. They have fallen, risen, and collapsed again; and now they are trying to come to grips with the life they have heard about, seldom seen, but now have found it is where they live.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Mar 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796001341

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Copyright © 2019 by John Nordman.

ISBN:                  Softcover                           978-1-7960-0135-8

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Scripture taken from the King James Version of the Bible.

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Rev. date: 03/04/2019

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Miscellaneous

My pen with a mind of its own

Seems to scribble in a no parking zone.

Back and forth, not matter how I try

It seems to write on, and even fly.

Miscellaneous

When all done it brings me to see

That it sees my heart that’s in me.

So, what is there came from my pen

With stories that never seem to end.

Miscellaneous

To

So many of the folk that I met catching rides on trains, Sleeping in doorways. Old men who have stories abundant, Young men who have dreams. Young ladies who seem to have eyes have no more tears and are filled with an over shadowing of grey from a life that has brought them to their knees and they do not know how to get back up. To them, thank you, to my readers, think of them and maybe someday you will have a chance to see their lives changed.

Contents

The Beggar’s Dreams

When a baby Cries

Daddy was always there

This is Strange

No Turning Back Now

Rain

I Watched

Please Help

He Gets Up

That Which is Free

I Love You

Little O Me

Our Child

Remember

It’s Broke

They Just Walk on By

Please Forgive My Intrusion

Marriage and beyond

I Laid there weeping

Taking Life Serious

Please Consider My Plea

I Wish I Could

Did You Know He is a Hero?

Daddy, Is His Name Lazarus?

Why Me?

The Rain brings Remembrance

Thank you

I want to talk to the Animals

Don’t forget

His Shoes

When you see me

He always listens

Someday I want to go home

My New Mobile Phone

Anyone Can Quit!

I think I will – I think I won’t

How do I Make the Right Decision?

Oh, I wish I had Yesterday

You don’t Understand

How to help God

I am the Watchman

Get Out of My Way

I’m Ready

The Ole Devil

Taking Life Serious

Repentance is not easy

Why

Does the Devil Know You?

Fudge Day in Heaven

Does it Really Matter if Everyone Knows?

Moving Slow

Cancer

Joy to The World

Me Tongue

The Narrow Road

The Pirates Heart

Oh Me

Last Chance

Thank you, Lord,

How to tell:

Please tell me

I am a Debtor

Fight We Will

Did You Vote?

Brethren

Daddy, I remember

Only a Fool

I was not always a Beggar

Failure plus Failure plus Failure Equals Success

No Time

Stormy Seas of Life

How to walk

Who

How it comes

I’m Tired

I Will Not

No Room

Peace in difficulty

God Did it

My Baby’s Tears

I Cannot

From the Pew

Always Falling Forward

An angel on the outside—and a devil within

Farmers Prayer

Brothers

The Beggar’s Prayer

The Beggar at Church

No one Plans to become a Beggar

Don’t lose heart

My Greatest Enemy

Marriage

We Need

He refused to leave

I’m going to quit smoking

My Life should be His

If I Could

They that Perish

The Time is coming

We are in a War for Eternity

The Exception to the Rule

I don’t hear that any more

Sailing

Whose Tongue

The Hill of Calvary

A Beggars Heart

Temptation and Me

Look to the sky

The Door

Faith is measured by a life time

I saw where God Walks

If not only -It is any

My Problem

There is Joy in the valley

The church needs to Obey

Why am I depressed?

He Gets Up

Do they matter?

Christ’s last breath and our next breath

The Alley of Tears

I Command

Wish I Could Feed Them All

Please Consider My Plea

I want her to know

Employed

Where do I go now?

Going Home

He’s on His Way

Our Lot in Life

Dear Lord

I Love my Mum and Dad

With all my Heart

Dreams

A Beggars Dreams

I am what I Have decided to be

No hope without a Prophet

The Edge of Eternity

Can I come home now?

Sometimes

Flee Satan

I want a job, Please

To see your marriage, last your life time, you must do some very import things:

Cowards and Warriors

The Last Battle is Coming

Did Jesus weep for nought?

Nobody knew his name

A beggar going to war

For the Devil or For God

God, energy, and us

Sunday Morning It Was

How to Become a Beggar

Does it Matter?

Met a Beggar Today

I Just Stood There

I Wonder

I walked and Cried

Satan’s last Charge

Do you understand?

Will they remember when I’m gone

Prayed for my pastor

Someday

She is a beggar

To Be a Beggar

What a Beggar found at Christmas

The Power of the Gospel

Not many are real

To stand – means no Retreat – Regardless

The Surgeon’s Prayer

Please Listen

I’m Glad that I do not know

Uni Students Testimony

Christmas Needs to be fixed

Boas comes Home

If you have time

Thoughts

LUCIFER

IF I COULD

Good Conversation

There is only one

Remember

Faults and All

No Mush

DELETE

Miscellaneous

It is

Purpose

Love with tears made the difference

HoBo’s

MAKE ME AS ONE OF THEM

I was shocked

Hurt is Suffered by all

Life

This is me

The End

Tattoos

Can We?

Preface

Sometimes we really underestimate those that sleep on our streets. Both man and women in the bitter cold we can see asleep in doorways, underbridges, in junkyard, in cars for shelter. Park benches have always been a favourite for those that live a life of the beggar. Take a slow read of this book and you will see the life of the beggars found on many pages, written by an old beggar and proof read by a young beggar.

The Beggar’s Dreams

He laid there sleeping in an alley he knew well

There in a corner by the dumpster and its smell

No sweet-smelling roses or sheets bleached white

Just the sound of the traffic on through the night

Time had cost him everything, family and all

He was once on top of the world then he did fall

But no use in thinking about the past life now

It was time now to think of tomorrow some how

As his eyes closed on another hungry, empty day

He just wants to forget and be called where he lay

Why do I want to live when everything seems gone?

My family does not want me, to them I don’t belong

He dreamed about just maybe all this never was real

Maybe just maybe I will awake, my children I will feel

I will look through the rubbish, for food he could steal

Slowly rummage through it, looking for today’s meal

Maybe just maybe when my eyes open again to see

I’ll be in my home with my wife and children with me

I’ll go to work and enjoy that labour of each day

Now working all day to find food not having to pay

The day comes and all seems to have stayed the same

I crawled out of my box and my stomach still had pain

I watch the mouse scurry looking for that which to eat

He didn’t have clothes, and had nothing on his feet

Like me the world seems to have left out of the way

Not willing to remember nor wanting anything to say

Maybe just maybe tomorrow I will find my will to live

If that happens this time, when I have, I will give

When sitting at the table one evening with some friends. We were all age in our 70’s and got talking about our children and the mothers sat with tears in their eyes. That evening as we arrived home I put pen to paper and this is what I believe that night said to my heart.

When a baby Cries

Have you ever wondered why a baby cries?

When their tears form in their little eyes

The whole body seems to be involved some how

There comes an urgency that cries out please now

There is the cry that makes everyone that hears hurt

You pick them up and sure enough they soon burp

The cry that seemed to come from the heart that lasts

Till after a long while of tears and squirm passes gas

Then comes the time when a long and lonely cry starts

That usually always starts when their mummy departs

You can tell this cry as it is the same one we have when

We are alone and God hears our plea for mother to send

Never get upset when that young one decides to cry

One day you will long to hear that which has passed by

You will sit in the quietness that always brings us pain

And will long to hear that loving and calling cry again

Now that I am in my seventies I can see a life that has been good and mostly peaceful. A life with my mum and dad and a house full of cats. Each morning we would get up and feed the chooks, bring in the cows, and clean pens. It was a good life. The only regret was I did not spend more time with my daddy. I can see now through times eye how much he loved all of us. The many hours, sometimes from before the sun came up and then till after it went down daddy laboured to feed us and give