Talking in Tears

By Timothy Green

Timothy Green is a seasoned poet. He is a crafter of Christian contemporary poetry and produces interesting, thought provoking, mind stimulating, mentally jerking pieces. Ideals close to his heart render his ability to present to you his own story and relationship with his Father. Rather than sitting on his benefits from the state, he is able to push his mental boundaries and surface from the cloud of limitation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Mar 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798823086776

Timothy Green

Interestingly expressive and captivating. I am gaining real confidence in my creations and I hope every home will have a copy. Well that’s the dream anyway.

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Published by AuthorHouse 03/12/2024

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8676-9 (sc)

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8677-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2024905297

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Contents

Opening the page

Responsibility

Collapse of society

Pile in, pile on

Quality of life

Bring back the beauty

Dance

Nervously lofty

Finally, the truth

My choice

Understanding you

The big match

Direction

The pen, mightier than the sword

In the calm

Look inside

Tracing back to the start

My proposition

Re-engagement

Charging towards me

A show of solidarity

Heavenly desire, my fire

Another crime, another time

Postured pose

Mortal wounds

Reaching above the sea

Stigma

It is cold outside

Saintly figures

Blubbering and flapping

Resulting change

Letters write themselves

Schematics

Am I well?

Every occasion

Tissues issued

Hard fought gale

Situation report

A cry for hope

Bridle path

In/out of service

The toilet door

Encourage or discourage

Step out in faith

Saving grace

Truth reigns

Ways of praise

Stay

A lesson learnt

Natural state of innocence

A new year

Above it all

Achieve my belief

Between the lines

Give me a sign

Cancellation fees

Carry my voice

Cast a care on the world

Casting shadows

Charter my position

Christmas selection

Clarify my need

Clingfilm

Clipping into the wind

Close but not to close

Collapse of society

Collapsed lung

Collect my troubles

Collide with me

Colour

Colours

Coming into my own colour

Conquest

Correct my position

Craving for you

Creature comforts

Crows

Defining my position

Deliverance

Detachment

Do I sleep?

Electric parachute

Enforce the truth

Fading wind

Fasting

Feeding from you

Final call

First copy

Flight

Follow me closely

For the beat

Gentleman at my side

Gifts from afar

Into action

Lavish

Lift me, I need lifting

Light captures me

Light of the city

Love in its entirety

Made of music

Moth encircled clothes

Movement

Moving

My best friend

My best

My doctor

My pink light

My thoughts

Nearby

Noise of the fog

Nuts and seeds

Offerings

Orchestra

Our new year

Out for the count

Parade my display

Parting day

Pining for you

Protected

Protest the test

Pulpy friends

Read by day, sift by night

Risk

Saturday

Sensing a change

Separate

Setting me apart

Small packages

The disco, my disco

The formal inform

The franchise

The gazers of humanity

The morning

The poor, the rich

The rolling river

The rolling sea

The shop window

The story of our lives

There you are

Toothless

Try

Up the Chats

Walking by

Waves of confusion

Wearing thin

What’s mine is yours

Why move?

Your prevailing wind

Opening the page

Unto you I cast my spirit

your hands and everything with it

shovelling across my own planet

where droves of shows grow

pastel in colour and essence

I feel my own deliverance

sent to feel my very own pulse

made to find exaggerated curfews

pews are filling up

because of your virtue

fruits bearers and vines alike

sleeping soundly through the night

when you find yourselves alone and lost?

come to my page and defrost

don not toss away your chance at salvation

this notion needs no hesitation

bring us the food and wine

a bottle full of blessings

nesting in the sweet pretence

elegantly flawed as youth’s defend

their right to fight the tide

coughing up the written standards

that lead the foundations

at the beginning of the world

hurl me into orbit

the land forfeits your truth

Responsibility

A time is coming

where all truth will be unveiled

daily mail comes at a price

but that was already paid

imagine a world where everything is free

climbing humanities ladder

and possibilities unearth themselves

no need to toil and work

every change is for our own good

fruit to taste and echoes come home

flawless giving’s

the ring of truth in the ear

fear released and captive keeps

it from veering off course

pause for a moment, look and see

all of this will be dust

until the coming of my Jesus

mending the broken

feelings outspoken without fear

the wind brought forth as a guide

colliding with softness

and there we are

not far away from your love and touch

Collapse of society

Notoriously brilliant and fair

I wish you were there to witness

the case for the alarm

palming off all responsibility

sifting the sand to find the sea

akin to the collapse of society

rather a helping hand at a stretch

than the comfort of injected controllers

the collapse of feeling at correspondence

neglecting in any case feared

veering and veneering, casting my vote

carry on with your course

your sailing boat is ready

steadily I chance the heady river

the river slowly leading out to sea

I am but a stream

slipping along the vote of responsibility

built to last my effortless tone

I carry my own parcel

to be delivered in the day of deliverance

enhanced racketing and betting

we can be sure of our truth

because you found me

your gifts are good

holy and a thriving living feeling

that cast off all burden

Pile in, pile on

As a boy I would clamour for reason

this little war was not in season

narrowly escaped prison

as fears rode high

people whom were meant to know

hospital was not his only hope

throwing, jostling, tossing today’s affray

learning the way to catch me of guard

disarmed but alert to their ploys

plots that tried