Best Actions Poems
A kind word, of course,
Can soothe the flustered soul or bring a smile
To a frowning face. That’s a given, but
In one’s troubled times, words still are
Only words.
Naked they become, for we see right through them when
Sincerity is misspoken and devoid of thoughtful deed.
Simple gestures are more meaningful than pretty words.
Persuasive poets perhaps pen verses to their beloved
Elegant and extravagant like pearls. Empty all the same
Are artful words given in pretense or with thought of recompense.
Kindness for me is found in action!
Lovers - real and honest lovers - are
Obliging, and they are more than kind!
Unabashedly they step in to defend those whom they hold dear.
During good times and bad, they will be there,
Enduring every hardship by their lover’s side,
Relinquishing their own needs for the needs of their adored.
Thank God if such a man or woman
Has ever graced your life.
Actions of their ardor
Never should be taken for granted.
Words can be loud with promises,
Overflowing also with
Romance! But only a fool would
Deny that one's exhibition of love is
So much the sweeter!
Written March 29, 2016 for the Cliche contest of Silent One
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
Actions versus words
Actions speak louder
Louder is figurative
Louder is expressive
Figurative language is effective
Figurative does not truly speak
Effective is deeply important
Effective is walking the talk
Important lessons must be demonstrated
Important lessons show you don’t tell you
Demonstrated lessons are shown like an exhibit
Demonstrated lessons than may be emulated
Exhibits can be observed
Exhibits are seen not heard
Observed actions are watched
Observed actions trump words
Watched love is full of verbs
Watched love shows it is an action word
Verbs are action words
Verbs help one’s mind create mental pictures
Words alone are soon forgotten
Words are remembered when taught with an action
Mental pictures formed in one’s brain
Mental pictures are recalled simpler than jargon
Brain stores memories
Brain loses words
Memories are potent tools
Memories recall meaning
Tools seen in use is vital
Tools talked about remain idle
Vital is performance
Vital is activity
Performance is an execution
Performance is a rendition
Execution creates stimuli
Execution shows not tells
Stimuli create neuron connections
Stimuli causes better recall
Connections boost like a catalyst
Connections fuel memory
Catalyst spark visuals
Catalyst evoke images
Visual aids are useful to teachers
Visual images are appealingly vivid
Teachers must display good character
Teachers may not just define it
Character is taught by example
Character in not lexically learned
Example set is learned in action ~
Example cannot be set with words
For Silent One’s Cliché Contest
3/28/2016
Actions Speak Louder Than Words
One grows fond of all the involvement one has with society
To what end do we extend those words of forgiveness said so easily
You spend all those days and weekends
With those they say they are your friends
Those that say they will watch your back to the end
Then that day comes, and they pretend
They don’t know you; … those friends
Are not no more, they offend
They will hurt you and stir your anger
They say absence makes the heart grow founder
Is not always the answer
People inspire you, or they drain you and make you bitter
Reality is… we were friends for never
I can’t take this no more, so I’ll kiss them good-bye forever
They were not worth my time and worry so I’ll arrange to stay away
Stay away
Stay away
Forever
I don’t need you as friends if you can’t take me as I am and
Have my back at the end
11/6/2015
A quiet teenager named Tina
Had bullies use words to demean her
But my memory lingers
cos she stuck up two fingers
then pushed them into the marina!
3/20/18
"Actions of Love"
by: Eric L. Boddie
What if I were to instigate your heart to join with my own
Would you make me the place you call home
If I challenge your body to a duel of pleasure
Would you be willing to expose your treasure
If I dare your Soul to become my mate
Would you define me as your fate
If I urge your eyes to see my truth
Would you help me build Love under just one roof
If I influence your hands to want to touch my frame
Would you declare yourself as only my personal toy without shame
If I bet your tongue that it can't out wrestle mine in any timing
Would you just accept it or would you die trying
If I inflict you with Love That's Truly Heavenly
Would you take your rightful place in Eric's Destiny....
A Word of Knowledge
The Lord gave me a word of knowledge for one
particular person but, it really could be for more.
You are feeling God has abandoned you but, in
reality because you have been in fear because
of circumstances from bad actions and decisions
on your part, you have pulled back from Him.
He hasn’t left you or moved but, you have!
He is saying, repent and draw nigh to God and
He will draw nigh to you. He is waiting to show
you how to pick up the pieces!
God bless,
Marilyn
August 25, 2918
Raindrops sliding down the leaves
Falling; falling to the ground
Between the roots; running in streams
Strong and steady with no sound
A sea of wild flowers and grass
Dancing to the winds weary song
Tunes of divine secrets to last
Blowing sweet melodies year long
Waves crashing; sprouting mist
Fists of fury pounding stones
Passion, hope; to forever insist
Screaming dreams in hollow tones
Our conscience bears witness—
in the way thoughts are excused
in the way actions are accused
by the inward manner bemused
of the acceptance of grace unabused
February 19, 2020
F F I series 76 eap
Brian Stand, sponsor
Regarding this, Brian Strand explains: "eap (pronounced eep) is a list cinquain where line 1 is a statement followed by rhymed lines 2-5 that amplify the statement with words introduced by `in the', `by the', and `of the.' I labelled this an eap after Edgar Allan Poe as it is inspired by sililoqy in this format in the conclusion of his essay Poetic Principle."
“The future depends on what you do today.” Mahatma Gandhi
Karma lacks starts and stops, it smoothly flows
despite the weight of its countless knots.
Karma’s rewards and smacks continuously update.
Newborns arrive as fresh love, unable to best the
tainting set to trap their fresh suppressed.
While our days amass years, they unfold both tangible
and invisible fragmental life earnings.
Be it positive or negative, we all realize a return on
thoughts formed and verbally formalized.
Young children should learn thoughts mind held and
grown have persuasion capabilities that garner
fulfillment in life and / or times of strife.
We should also teach our young
to discern negative from positive
actions and what each gains in
traction towards future joy and / or pain.
Wake each morn forewarned that all you do and say
sets the stage for your future days. What each
generation of man put in motion was also absorbed
and set on course to blend with our intent for a
manifestation of the future's presentation.
The sword is plunged so deep and yet
I live beyond its thrust?
Each turn, each intentional turn,
Should have turned this man to dust
But yet, I see, through my own eyes
That alive I am, for sure?
As wandering down this path of light
I come to find His door
I turn to see just one more time
The man who turned the sword
But, alas, his face cannot be seen
When I turn to face the Lord
For no importance, who to blame
As I, alone, now see
My actions taken and choices made
Were those, that defined me
That’s why when dying, there’s no death
If our choices made were right
Then living on is our reward
Eternal in His light
Her every thought and act
Lining in parchment of doubt and fear
Giftwrapped in glitter and illusion
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
All Actions Have Consequences
I make things only to destroy them
To build them up again
Repeat the action
A point in one direction, like a mirror, points back at you
To that end
A reflection on what once was
Looking up
Indications are
The swirl of stars
Other unknowns
Out there
In larger part
At their own peril
At your command
In degrees, objects form
Not just stories
By now
It must be time
To make something work
Perhaps this is the moment
Or something like it
To start again
With permanency
I make things only to destroy them
To build them up again
To what end
Hello Everyone! It's been a long time but I'm back. This is a song I wrote based off a text message hope you enjoy it:)
I don't know where to start
All I know is you tore me apart
But that's ok, I'll live another day
Where to begin?
All I know is this has to end
No more fear, but before I go
Let me make one thing clear...
I don't hate you
I hate all the things you put me through
It seems no matter how much good I do
You just go and stab me in the back
But you no, I love you to death
I think my actions are the opposite of hate don't you?
After all actions speak louder than words
I hope you understand
I'm letting go of your hand
No more pulling me down
I'll just leave without a sound
No longer your prey
But before I leave I have one thing to say...
I don't hate you
I hate all the things you put me through
It seems no matter how much good I do
You just go and stab me in the back
But you no, I love you to death
I think my actions are the opposite of hate don't you?
After all actions speak louder than words
Is it getting through your head?
What we had is now dead
Time to lay it to rest
In it's bed, but before I leave
I have one thing to say
As the last tear is shed...
I don't hate you
I hate all the things you put me through
It seems no matter how much good I do
You just go and stab me in the back
But you no, I love you to death
I think my actions are the opposite of hate don't you?
After all actions speak louder than words
Attitude so typical,cold and analytical.
She's lacking warmth, compassion? none.
These things, to me are critical.
Beauty though, beyond measure. Her touch brings infinite pleasure
Weakness induced by her sultry gaze
Forgetting those traits I so treasure
Last night I was lost in the passion, swept up by genetic reaction
No discipline, No self control
Of a man I am only a fraction
The morn brings regret and disgust,I lye here awake for I must
No exit no means for escape
Bound by such actions of lust
quintella (Spanish quintain) in pentameter
Hard-working spider, you do your part,
instinctive busy spider that thou art.
You speak without doubt as you weave your web.
It is we humankind that tend to ebb
and surge, trying to balance mind and heart.
One day man, I'm down, oh my restless soul.
On rising up, how can I dare extol
a friend or employer on a mere whim;
then the very next day dishonor him
by rank conduct that is out of control?
Consistency is a course of action,
a gift that structures one’s reputation.
It is ripe fruit of making wise choices;
it is prudent forethought which rejoices
beyond just making a good impression.
Yes, speak if you wish of what you believe;
AND watch what you do, lest you should deceive
by your performance that which you profess.
Would spiders agree - caprice creates stress?
A web of whimsy is not worth the weave.
written 30 March 2016