"listing Hard Knock Blessings"

(Internal Rhyme)

Dreary was upon the time, as wearily I lived from my mind,

Sad when I was a lad, was mad contrary to current fad!

These are reflections of no relief, as all rejections kick at teeth,

Lad became a teenager, sad though taking many wrong wagers.

Blessings seemed to be curses, distressing with no bible verses,

Lacking tenderness nursing, whacking naught of love’s conversing.

Stealing  all of that the hand laid on, sealing a fate from God’s great throne,

As I was alive I did learn, deprived of love… it I spurned.

Despised first half of my life, I was disguised chaffer in strife,

In this school of very hard knocks,  this ghoul brushed many chips off blocks.

This my school of mind intentions, makes ghouls of mind inventions,

My school confessing hard knocks, confirms fool’s blessings of past clocks.

My school of this blessed account, I pool fully an assessed amount,

The worth of which I confess, a rebirth of which I have love's rest, 

Being turned of Christ this precious fool, turned from spurned bodacious drool.

These blessings I do not discount, the assessing of it’s amount,

Hard knocks are my blessings, every confessing as my love docks.

Concepts embody many a fool, as precept emerges from drools,

Learning to be wise as serpent, churning of love upon advent,

Having learned the art of love, craving to learn all the above,

By school of these very hard knocks, this fool by love safely docks!

Finished precept advice I give, as replenished  of love I live,

Mothers that nurse precious babe, covers with love bodacious Gabe,

Tender and loving nursing, render blessings and not cursing.

From a babe laid in the shade, an honest Abe seldom is made,

Though I seek not any glory, as I peak within life's story,

Tough wisdom as been mother, precept’s buff of love like no other,

I could never hard knock mother, nor would I change her for another!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Brown Avatar
September 29, 2010 at 11:09 AM
I am happy to be able to sit and read all the diverse poems here at PoetrySoup today. I am glad your poetry was among the ones I am reading today John. Love, Carol
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September 29, 2010 at 9:26 AM
Glad that you changed...Interesting thoughts that you have penned..Thanks for stopping by my blog and your encouraging words and the fact that you are remembering us in prayer..Have a great day.Sara
Mehta Avatar
September 29, 2010 at 6:09 AM
What a flow words in your write, John.Sad when I was a lad, was mad contrary to current fad. and what a pious and clever listing.
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September 28, 2010 at 9:33 PM
Your hard-knocks life brought you blessings of wisdom, humility and all the necessary blessings to meet life challenges, John.. Peace, love, Audrey
Wilson Avatar
September 28, 2010 at 7:53 PM
I think your hard-knock life made you strong and able to write beautifully..Take care~Deb
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September 28, 2010 at 5:28 PM
John, Andrea said 5/7/5 was acceptable, but that she preferred smaller numbers of syllables. Either way, it was easy to write. Just takes a few minutes. Love, Carolyn
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September 28, 2010 at 5:18 PM
John, Andrea is just looking for haiku about animals in the fall. Very simple topic and she's had a lot of response already. Hope you'll enter one! Love, Carolyn
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September 28, 2010 at 5:12 PM
this shows just how grateful you are for the blessings you recieved in your life, & very sweet. ~Always&Forever Lynette
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September 28, 2010 at 4:47 PM
enjoyed your write... knock, knock! Who's there? let us. let us who? Let us in before we freeze!
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September 28, 2010 at 4:12 PM
It certainly wasn't easy growing up this way, John, but look how you turned out. I guess all those hours spent driving gave you a lot of time to think about what's really important in life. And I admire the way that you wouldn't change anything in your mother even though she didn't understand the precepts of agape. Love, Carolyn
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September 28, 2010 at 3:43 PM
It seems like you grew up in the proverbial "school of hard knocks," John. And yet, when I read your poems, I see a very compassionate and wise man. You certainly have learned a lot about God's intent for the way in which we should live. Terrific poem. Best to you, Diane
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