So they say that empathy is weakness.
Say that it’s for fools and the ‘woke’
But it’s what separates us from barbarism
And it will always be needed for the common human vote.
Empathy is kindness, fascism is hate and fear. Empathy is what they play on to make you drink their beer!
But keep your kindness and empathy deep inside. Help people less advantaged whenever it is them you find.
Never turn your mind to darkness or your heart will follow through.
Be ‘woke’ be empathetic, live for kindness and be the very best version of you.
Born thin, gaunt
Homely, to say the least
A beggar's table
Never seated to feast
Always without
But happy within
An open magnet
To wanton men
Words are sharp
Spirit is sweet
But only snakes
Surround her feet
Always getting through
Victory is her lot
Believing THIS
Is all she's got
Where's the living
In a life of pain
Unless the command is given
To bring it back again
A life well lived
Is a mind well managed
Unity in operation
Reclaiming authority from the advantaged
The war is over
LOVE has lifted the veil
We are remembering the self
No Archon can quail
Written by Trudy Schrader on 01-27-2028
A free verse/haikus
Abused and bemused
So taken advantaged of
Accused…took the blame
Amused by muses
Strifeful peace don’t mix too well
Held on for dear life…
Crippled and confused
Delicately decaying
Bruised feelings…screwed loose…
Collapsed suddenly
Guess this is goodbye for now
Burdened — in a rut…
Cut down the ropes please
Tell me it’s okay…I’ll live
Give or take…at ease
Yet, I’m too nervous
Too fearful of what lies dead…
Dead inside — anxious~
Too afraid to let go
Rather be dead than alive
Feeling so hollow . . .
Here’s two words I feel —
Lonesome insecurities
You are a joy kill
I’m misunderstood
So? — you ask like whatever
Too good to be real…
‘I leave am for God’
Is the poor man's prayer
When he submits to higher realms
Transferring judgement to higher forces
The answer to that prayer is often terrifying
When you take another for granted
Trampling on another because you are advantaged
Usurping communal wealth because you are in charge
Bleeding the flock you are supposed to pastor
It is the poor man that bears the brunt
Don't fall a victim
"Expect great things from God; attempt great things for God"*.
When I was young, such words of a missionary were Read.
Words I never forgot and locked them deep in my Head.
Of course there were many adverse and opposing Words.
But I waved them off, and they quickly flew away like Birds.
I had very humble and small beginnings, always looking to Excel.
When one dreams and fears The Lord, he need never fear to Fail.
Whether they took me farther than I otherwise would have Gone;
Or if they opened a part of me that I otherwise would never have Known;
I shall never know, but I am grateful to have latched on to the Challenge.
Having done so, I think the Lord is pleased. And I am the more Advantaged.
"Expect great things from God; attempt great things for God".
080521PS, A Brian Strand Your Pick Contest, Brian Strand. 1P *William Carey
We have friends
Close with
Still communicating
Thinking they are forever there
In the moments to come
Talking about random things
Going deep in our souls
Doing everything
Being there
For each other
Hopefully for a lifetime
The thing is
There is no control
For all of them to stay
Being initiative
To understand
To look at the same picture
Sad reality check
We may have been prioritized
Saved as favourites and not
What vulgar words to state
For friendship
They look kind
But their actions say otherwise
Stabbing us
Asking us whether we are ok
We wanna so hard
To give reasons of the doubt
They will change
Just a phase
But what is allowed
Will be continue
Snowball till it is too much for us
Being taken advantaged
Sucking up dry
Ending up
Like a floormat
To be stepped on
Do not try anymore
Let go
Walk away
Leave some places
For someone
Who are worth to be called
A friend...
© Sue Sanzz 2020
It’s closing in,
The harmonic melody,
It’s tone deliberately grim.
As a one-time melody, it is heard by all.
A familiar, yet unfamiliar ring.
For the majority - its tune is distance.
But like all those before, I can hear it-
I can hear it from deep within.
It’s seduction.
Always terribly well-advantaged,
Overpowering,
Never once balancing.
From a figure showing us from within, it gives a gesture done to many before myself,
Void of rush,
It’s time for our dance.
What of my arm?
What tames my reach?
What keeps my arm dangling at my side?
Something foreign-
Something I cannot recognize...
Limbs void of any flesh, it coaxes with its twists and turns
Its movements are deliberate,
Deliberately leaves one to feel left out.
Not special but eternal,
Our well-worn dance.
But unlike it’s “ending”, it is mine instead.
For Another Great Poem
For another great poem my mind is panting
And thank God for granting and planting
Poem I could never think of or ever do
Let God set perfect example for me and you.
Thought I was big, bragged and did boast
When I ate fastest will consume the most
Don't take God for granted or advantaged of
When He wants us to trust, obey and love.
If you want to write poem better then that
We will be both going into mortal combat
And I may be starting out as a beginner
But with God will end up being a big winner.
Which part of this poem did you disagree with?
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
Many complained Joe micromanaged
Some even called him “disadvantaged”
The devil in the details
Is the truth that tips the scales
Revealing who is less advantaged
Based on Albert Einstein’s quote –
“Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters cannot be trusted with important matters.”
Written April 15, 2015, for John Freeman's Einstein Quotes Contest.
Welcome back, John :D
I've never tasted life, as the elite,
Nor been advantaged with copiousness;
But I've reveled in success,
And likewise, endured the anguish,
And frustration of defeat;
But still,
I won't impugn, those, having thoughts
That I've accumulated much;
"For little, is much, when God is in it."
For as,
God has readied each day,
He has situated me, with farish health,
To continue plowing on;
Perhaps this does infer,
That just being, places me among them.
I am hurting can't you see?
How could you walk out on the children and me?
It was you who I gave all of my love, support and trust.
Now I am left here alone doing a job that was meant to be done by the both of us.
You promised you for us would be here.
I never thought you would walk out on me.
It feel like I have never known the one I believed in so much would walk out and leave his family.
How selfish you really are with no dignity at all; showing everyone who know us that you could really care less about our emotional scars.
You walk and drive around taken advantaged of how blessed you are with being capable.
The last thing on your mind is having the thought of whether your children will wake up to breakfast on the table.
I don't know how; but I know I will make it.
I'll keep pushing forward doing the best I can in moving on.
Seeds of the Savior's garden
Advantaged by the early rain
Bud and bloom in grace and pardon
Bearing fruit that love sustain
Acres to be reaped, hands like buzzing bees
Teachers making the reapers bold
Holiness of word performed is holiness of soul
Send them forth to sow and garner
Christ the vine master empowers all
Heaven's storehouse becomes the richer
Omitting judgment, helping those that fall
O Lord, our God, we surrender all to you
Lead us to green pastures, your vessels true
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