Fruits of the Vine

By Timothy J Green

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Nov 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9781728376844

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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

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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

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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