Best Ability Poems
An old Great Dane may be timid and shy
While a Chihuahua’s bite can make you cry
Friends come in all sizes
And there are surprises
When size does not ability imply
*Inspired by Mark Twain's quote: “It's not the size of the dog in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog.”
Written May 3, 2015 for John Freeman’s “Dumb and Dumber” contest
Why is it when you go out of your way
To help someone brighten their day
Or solve a problem that has things in disarray
They want to play you as if to say
You owe them in some superficial way
Putting on some kind of poor me display
Overshadowing the kindness you portray
Some are not able to see the good deed
That some people give so freely
They do it because they are able to see
What a difference this would be
For them to help make your day stay in play
Some people lack the ability to foresee
People go out of their way, not for praise
Or to be a standout who wants you to obey
Not to create a cushion for some far off distant day
We do it because we care
When we see someone in dispare
Or life seems to be unfair
When someone is down on their luck
Because everything has run a muck
Feeling like lightning has struck
Then being able to help someone become unstuck
It's just good karma that is our choice to send their way
It doesn't require money
Or a promise you will make it right someday
It simply requires a sincere thank you
A genuine reply without asking why
Understanding that everyone
Has not just left you standing
When your day became way to demanding
Knowing someone went out of their way
To keep your day underway
It's not how we repay the kindness
But rather how we display
All the goodwill that came into play
To help make it through your day
3) ability in disability
If you hate you will die
If you love you will die
Why not love and die
If you say the truth you will die
If you don't say the truth you will
Die
Why not say the truth and die
If you talk you will die
If you don't talk you will still die
Why not talk and die
If pursue your vision you will die
If you follow you mission you will still die
But the good thing is you will never die with confusion
If I sing my songs of freedom I will die
If I don't I will die
Why I don't sing and die
If I write I will die
If I don't write I will still die
So why I don't write and die
Life is not how far
But how well
So in your disability
Find the ability
Disabilities are within and without
In this truth, there is no doubt
This gives us all something to think about
Let us not gape at others and stare
Let us look at ourselves and study with care
We will find our own disabilities there
Let us spend time improving ourselves
Looking to God for our strength and our health
This ability will lead to eternal treasures of wealth
Precious Ability
The brain, the instincts, the beauty, the health, the years the courage.
I thank him who "has all power" for these gifts by using them.!
The compassion- the creativity- the passion- the love the wisdom.
I thank him for these gifts by sharing what I have with my fellow man.
All the gifts- all the attributes endowed unto me, gives me the power to act
Feel, and rise to the occasion. I will not wait on god to intervene.
When he has created me in his own image and has sent me equipped with the armor to battle all the causes- and wars and atrocities done against my fellow man. I have the precious ability to discern what is in front of me to do.
I will not turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the misdoings -killings-and abuses; Done to any of his creations. I will not determine what god's will is..but as i know what my ears are for- and as i know what my teeth are for
– I know also what he has equipped me to do -
And I certainly will not ignore the truth of any matter, for to ignore the truth is pure ignorance. No more than self-deception that keeps you in a trance of untruths.
Coward's waiting for God to do what he sent hue-mans to do..when ever my creator see's me slipping this question enters my mind, and I paraphrase "how can you ignore your brother's suffering and say you love me whom you have never seen.
"Some people will give a" cripple crab a crutch" - But will not speak up against the killings of blacks, children or the needy – Or even give a "hungry human some humus".
My brain, my health, my wealth, my knowledge-my courage my compassion, my passion-should all (I pray) "be used for the betterment of, and the uplifting of my fellow man.
I start by looking in the closest corner to shine my light, as long as have the precious ability to do so. And when I no longer can do my part, I pray
that I have given someone the "precious ability" to carry on...to carry on.
Experiencing many different emotions, it is shocking to my soul. Such an intense attraction drawing me in, surprising I am complete as a whole.
Finally full and complete within, a satisfation I've never experienced before. Finally someone able to find the hidden key, the only key that can unlock my safty door.
Gratified in every way possible, he has broken through the barrier I've been hiding behind for years. Complete in life and in love, finally able to let go of all my fears.
With a smile on my face and happiness in my heart, my dream has come true. He is my definition of perfect, from day one, my heart and head just knew.
He leads me through many exciting adventures, packed full of pleasant surprises. Everyday he gives me something new, the intensity level constantly rises.
As the relationship continues, the emotions get more intense. Surprising me every chance he gets, my suspense level balances on the fence.
It hit me like a tons of bricks, how fast I needed what he had to offer. His eyes, his touch, his love and charm, made me a little softer.
Everyday I look forward to where this will lead, but I am excited as a couple what we have become. Enjoying every moment as it's our very first, my heart constantly beats like a drum.
We have been through many trials and tribulations, with every memory I keep on replay. DeShane, you are the one meant for me, in my mind, in my heart and in my soul, is where I want you to stay!
Meribah means” quarreling”
Messah “testing”
Istraelites grumbled a lot
It was about the lack of water
Moses responded by scolding them for testing Eternal God
It only incited the people more
Threatened to kill him
Moses petitioned to Eternal God
Who supplies the water they need
When we complain about our less-than-satisfactory situations
Moses is not around to intercede
A bit of complaining maybe helpful; a lot is harmful
Get complains out by writing in journal
Grumbling to myself when I walk
This keeps me from continuing my inner griping endlessly
To prolong it would definitely harden my heart
When I stop complaining
Open up to the quiet presence of the Holy one
I don’t always receive water like the Istraelites
But I do obtain the ability to let go and live more peacefully
ABILITY TO READ MUSIC
Not me
Maybe Mozart.
Just cannot understand.. . . .
Tadpoles on telephone cables :
Is all.
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I am in a relationship . . .
I live with my dis-ability and me
To look you would not guess
It is a secret I keep very well
When I told my boyfriend, Henri
He could not get away fast enough
And why not, a handsome guy like him
With a blind girl, that is too much
So he left me and ran away
And I am doing just fine, Henri
But there are some problems
I can no longer read small print
On bottles, cans and containers
My friends are so protective
Thanks to friends who help me
And I also cannot go out at night
Unless someone is there to guide me
Because all I see at night are shadows
I use a magnifying glass to read
I zoom my computer and television
One evening I forgot to turn on the lights
But I did not realize the difference (really)
I will never move anything out of place
Oh often I have misplaced my glasses
At dance class I stay close up front
So I can see the instructor . . .
I can still write my poetry thankfully
And when I cannot friends will help
For the words are in my mind
And that will never ever change
I am memorizing things like trees
Skies, flowers, sunrises, sunsets
And waves crashing, rain, snow
My friends faces and my cats too
There is no surgery to help me
No magic pill to make it better
So this is it- this is my destiny I suppose
Not the one I planned but one given . . .
I ask God why but there is silence
So I will make the best of it
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October 16, 2016
Free Verse
For the contest, In A Relationship With A Dis-Abled Person
Sponsor, W. Thomas Markham
First Place
The brain - the instincts -- the beauty-- the health - the years-- the courage. I thank him who "has all power" for these gifts by using them.!
The compassion- the creativity- the passion- the love, and the wisdom. I thank him for these gifts by sharing what I have with my fellow man.
All the gifts- All the attributes endowed unto me which allow me the power to act feel, and rise to the occasion. I will not wait for God to intervene.
When he has created me in his own image- and has sent me equipped with the armor to battle all the causes- and wars and atrocities did against my fellow man.
I have the precious ability to discern what is in front of me to do. I will not turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to the misdoings -killings-and abuses done to any of his creations.
I will not determine what God's will is ...but as I know what my ears are for- and as I know what my teeth are for - I know also what he has equipped me to do-
And I certainly will not ignore the truth of any matter "for to ignore_ the truth is “Ignor -ance”.
No more than deception that keeps you in a trance-
Coward's waiting for God to do That which he sent hue-mans to do...
Whenever my creator sees me slipping; This question enters my mind and I paraphrase.
"How can you ignore your brother's suffering and say: "You love me whom you have never seen”?
Some people will give a" crippled crab a crutch" –
But will not speak up against the killings of blacks, children or the needy –
Nor will they even offer a "hungry human humus".
(that is old beans, for human beings).
A little pun for fun - yet seriously... we need to smile as we think about how we think.
My brain, my health, my wealth, and knowledge: My courage - my compassion and my passion; Should all (I pray), be used for the betterment, and the upliftment of my fellow man.
Where to start?
I start by looking in the closest corner to shine my light, as long as I have the precious ability to do so.
And when I am but a faded photo in the book of days gone,
I pray, that I have given someone the "precious ability to carry on" ...
To carry-on...
Pathological spit-steroid addict,
blame-shifting weightlifting fanatic
Decathlon cracked lip truth ...
Jumping over another
high cloudy crystal
methane alibi
aloof sprint hurdle
Twisted twin-lip discus throw
on a poppy milk turbo fan blow
Veracity record unverified:
Marathon factual finishes
don’t have a Mary Jane
Photoshop shred of proof
Possessing a prosthetic tongue
allows them half-truth pole vaulters
to perform
those verbal gymnastic,
lying athletic feats of strength,
so hash mark daringly
Yielding honesty sweat labor sparingly
Such a Festivus mucous odor:
pandemic ground-zero celebration fête
Noxious nitro nostril gas,
on a downhill imposter incline oxy splat
Lie ability
don’t hinder a moral victory thief,
it’s a boon to the burglar, actually
Carousel tales ... up-and-down lung sales
giving hazy, rowboat circular details
Ever racing for the Pinocchio prize,
wouldn’t knowz
losers,
with smelly rumor toes ...
Fan the foul exhaust fumes —
when their tale pipe empty,
bad-breath bellow sneakers
reach the end of the road
We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of
Their Opel,Citroen and his Jagged Hummer,
Who Will quell This Auto Duel Maybe A Benz,Toyota or A Funny Looking
Volkswagen.
Angels that sat to crack and eat nuts,a sequel to the Epic "The Squirell",
Estates Reserved for the Esquire,One How many beds didst he deem to sleep a
Night..
Your Nutty Officials,Their Sherriffs and Our Squires,
Issues We sat In saliency to discuss In Atlantis And The Consorted Eighteen
Galaxy League,
Their Medula Lacks One and More Attractions..Hehawed Without a Glorified
Nebulae..A Glitter to Sparkup Our Day,
Allow me beat these drums to herald the coming of My Asteroid Race Friends.
Friends Who deemed it feat to pay us Two Salient Visits,
Passing The soul of Man Intelligence..And Deep Understanding to matters we all
had a light Alienated Idea Of...
Speaking of our Salient Meetings..I Foresee your Frighted Thinkings,
Augmented Thoughts In Wild Ratings..Men's Forbidden Call To Eat Warranted
Fruits..May the Father Grant Men The Sight To See Through in Wisdom and More..
Men who have set the pace and Our Forever Lessons,
For Many are the Hurdles that Wise Men Scale To Achieve Perfection..
Let Guitar Strings Strum Slow Waltz,
To Enable Webster's Tricks and Magic in Grammer's Slow Rock,
Maybe Writing To Heads That have Seen The More..
Stiil I bid Godspeed To The Morrow And More..Selah.
Their plea was virtually this,
Give us one more chance to live again,
Without frailties and stigmas,
To prove to the world our worth,
To explore this world
Beyond borders of this limitations,
To exhibit our capabilities despite inabilities,
Chance of immune equality,
To produce more Einstein the world never had,
Where we are void of isolation and prejudice,
And we are not forgotten like yesterday's newspaper,
A chance where no wooden structure is needed to support this bony posture,
Where every limb is filled with potency,
A chance we would not be hidden as antiquities,
When our social esteem becomes our self-motivation,
Keeping us at the apex of opportunity,
Oh! Give us this one chance to live again,
The gods must be listening.
With great power comes Greater responsibility they say
But aren't all human created with such power ?
Power of the mind, instilled in our spirit ,fruit of our soul
We speak, dwell and sip from the abundance of our hearts
Ain't we suppose to drink responsibly ..¿
Been responsible enough to lay out the juicy juice of our in-depth mind
Execution of those shouldn't be inept
Manuals encrypted
7/9/2017
Hold your breath
Not a touch of death
Go above the atmosphere…
Embrace the rainclouds that sponge in fear
Tell them that there’s a hopeful Utopia that lies ahead
Wipe away their tears of dread
Put all of your doubts to bed
Walk into the orchards of thousands of trees
Scan the rocky paths gingerly…
We’re grazing about like buzzing bees
Unveil the beautiful scene to everyone cheerfully
We can pass as psychopaths….sorry that I said that weirdly
Outlandish owls flutter about
In the current of the aqua-blue sky…we’re soaring so high, making me almost wanna cry! Never wave goodbye to surreal moments like these!
They’re all going the same route
I can’t help, but ask myself why…why we don’t have the ability to fly like bountiful, pleased bees! God will hear our pleas and guide us with gentle breeze!
Reach to the baby blue sky in childlike innocence
Don’t be fenced in by sad reminiscence…
It will soon turn to the process of evanescence
Someday, we all must turn to repentance…
I’m sorry – I’m trying to help you in this circumstance
He’ll help us out in advance and enhance our joyous appeal – we’re dancing merrily in harmony…in unity, we twinkle with elegance like stars, brightening with brilliance!
Drifting, white clouds pass us by,
Blending and floating in the sundrenched sky
Leave the past behind us – there’s a bright future
With many bright opportunities…that will nurture
Broken-hearted souls like ours…
God has incredible, genius powers
Rely on Him and He’ll take us beyond the distance and fulfill our heart’s desires
He’ll put out the hindrance…the quarrels that spread like wildfires
Know that God is far greater than men
He bestows us with miracles and gives us hope in mind again and again
So, when in doubt, look up to Him
And our hearts will flourish with far-fetched faith and He suits our fancy; our hearts are pumping with plenty of passionate pleasure – our lights will not dim!
Instead, He'll fill our cups to the rim
If I were you, I would thank Him!
Thank you, Lord, for giving me the ability to fly!
I'm crawling out of my shell; I'm bold as a lion, not shy like a sheep, grazing for who knows how long - I get on my knees and sigh...
Fine. I'll repent of my sins that I've committed in the past - it's the truth I cannot cover or deny!