“Our lasting legacy lies not in the towering stone structures, but in the forests we nurture, the oceans we safeguard, and the skies we keep pure.” - Aloo Denish Obiero
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No slave won true freedom by simply asking for it from their oppressors ... slaves won true freedom by suddenlly realizing they weren't slaves in the first place... and that freedom isn't something you earn but something you imbibe.
The sooner u realise the better
This are not just words
Being a slave doesn't mean binded by chains
It can be sin or things of the past
Let's be overcomers
@2023
H2O
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The scaly skin is often moulted by the snakes permitting replacement of old worn out skin, disposal of parasites and is thought to allow the snake to grow....so is when people abandon us....
The fierce fire is the cause of propulsion....so is needed for the rise of phoenix...
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The benevolent poor will skin you alive just as fast as the filthy rich.
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When asking to describe the size of something during a telephone repair support
I would say
"Is it bigger than a bread box?"
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Appreciation and acknowledgment for the job well done are not grounds for improving skills and abilities to perform our task very well. Even no one appreciated you, look forward, work to the best of your ability because someday and somehow, you will remember not how many works you have done, not how fast you are, but for the consistency of your efforts and sacrifice you put into your works.
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Under the starlit sky, basking under the moonlight, I think of you.
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There may be wrinkles on an elderly face, but beneath the skin there’s beauty and grace.
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Growth is a painful process, like wings sprouting that tears the skin before it is visible, growth will always hurt.
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May blue skies and sunshine days
Bless you now and always.
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P.S. being a hero is not about the cape, mask, or special powers, but simply being brave enough to walk in your own skin each day unapologetically... Walking through the fire, stepping over fear, and leaving doubt behind... Because the next second, thought, or moment is the real tomorrow as we continue to get stronger from the mistakes of yesterday...
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God made my skin black.
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Skip a meal or two, Humble yourself
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The skies in Oregon before this Easter are cloudy, rainy and stormy. Like the storms in our lives they pass, the sun comes out, and we have been washed clean and there is a sense of peace. Ever storm eventually passes—with faith, hope and patience, we find a lesson.
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IT'S TIME TO STOP ASKING GOD TO PROVE HIMSELF TO US:
IT'S TIME FOR US TO START PROVING OURSELVES TO GOD!
quote by: jessyjamespoems
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Problems can't be solved with emotions.
You need to have a right mindset and employ wisdom and skills.
Never lose your direction or target in life.
By Chipepo Lwele
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A poet is a person who boasts unique skills to play around with simple words to create a rhythm.
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P.S. tat my skin up with all my problems until I run out of room...
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I have stopped taking risks assuming that I lack the skills to succeed and achieve my goal.
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There are those who's acts of violence, lay behind a biblical shield . . .while hidden behind God and country, their repressive division seeks its power, skillfully concealed.
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Wayne Gretzky was pure skill poured into skates.—Michael R. Burch
Keywords/Tags: sports, hockey, NHL, skill, talent, genius, miracle
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stars remain hidden,
sun burns bruised and cracked skin,
the moon waits its turn
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She watched Trey nod his head to her question before asking, "Would you like to see what I retrieved from my bag? I promise you'll love it and beg for more." ~Sarah Stein, Her Will
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With the skills of seduction, every "hawk" says to a Samson "I will get him".
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Standing unsteadily,
I am the scarecrow’s
skinny surrogate
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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Skinny frog,
hang on ...
Issa to the rescue!
—Kobayashi Issa, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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What would Santa Claus say,
I wonder,
about Jesus returning
to kill and plunder?
For he’ll likely return
on Christmas Day
to blow the bad
little boys away!
When He flashes like lightning
across the skies
and many a homosexual
dies,
when the harlots and heretics
are ripped asunder,
what will the Easter Bunny think,
I wonder?
('What Would Santa Claus Say?' by Michael R. Burch)
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Writing poetry is like skipping stones on the water: your poetic prowess will determine how long it will take before it inevitably sinks into oblivion.
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God made the clan of man to love one another, the race of the angels to guard them and the race of demons to teach them. one was moderate in appearance, another radiated with divine light and the third wore the horrors of mankind as skin to teach and remind others not recommit them
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