Best Certificates Poems
Two certificates
The first certificate that you will receive in life is a birth certificate. This certificate is to prove who you are a time to celebrate new beginnings and the start of your life journey a head.
The second certificate you may receive in life maybe a religious one from your baptism
to a christening or even a name ceremony.
The third certificate you may receive is one of a achievement for your education and the qualifications you have achieved throughout your time during school for your path of life’s journey.
The fourth certificate you may receive in life is a marriage certificate, but not everyone will receive this one. To some the idea of marriage is not of importance, to some people they choose not to marriage as they have been chosen to follow a vocation in life in a religious way,
to Some people don’t generally believe in marriage full stop.
The fifth certificate you may receive is a birth certificate if you have been gifted with a child.
This is truly a blessing and one to be treasured.
The sixth certificate you may receive could be divorce the end or the start of something new.
The seventh certificate that you will receive but not officially is a death certificate.
The end to your life and your existence, meaning everything has stopped,
your body battery has ended and done it’s time.
Why is it that a certificate means achievement, a status of who and what you were.
Everything in life is on paper, from the start to the end.
So when your loved ones receive your death certificate and start to arrange your funeral which is a sad time, were families make rash decisions and they fall out with each other over money, material things and personal belongings from the loved ones whom have just passed.
Remember the first 3 words of funeral are FUN so this is time to celebrate and remember them.
F: fond memories to share and laugh about
U: unique & unforgettable memories to share
N: never forget to live, life is to short.
Don’t feel guilty that your life is carrying on.
In life there are a lot more certificates you can achieve than the ones listed above.
But remember in this world we are all the same, no matter what colour you are, what religion you believe in, what sex you are, how rich or poor you are,
we all will have them 2 certificates in common and
that’s Life and Death.
By Tina Mitchell
I've received numerous honors and certificates o'er the years,
And for just doing my job received nice accolades from my peers!
Many are displayed on the family room "bragging wall",
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
There hangs a Certificate of Merit for something or other.
There's A Cold War Recognition Certificate, reads another.
There are Honorable Discharge Certificates for answering the call,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Nicely framed is a Chaplaincy Certificate awarded to a select few.
Near that is displayed a hard-won College Certificate too.
There are Promotion Certificates my commanders did install,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
One I prize is a Certificate from the State Supreme Court.
Also, an Air Force Appreciation Certificate for my wife's support.
My Air Force Retirement Certificate is proudly posted on the wall,
But our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Hanging side-by-side are two prized military certifications,
For the Meritorious Service and Commendation Medal decorations.
Tho' these fancy accolades and honors do somewhat enthrall,
Our Wedding Certificate is the one I cherish most of all!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
everybody
who seeked proof of his birth, sent
their birth certificates
to the supreme court
to verify that they were
legal citizens
JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY AKA JOY Y JONES THIS IDENTITY THIEF BEGAN STEALING MY IDENTITY AFTER HER TWISTED AFFAIR WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND PETER GARGANO THE ABUSE ESCALATED AFTER THIS IDENTITY THEFT ARRIVED WITH HER JAMAICAN GUNMAN TO END MY LIFE HOME INVASIONS THREATS I FINALLY SUFFERED A TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM A CAR BOMB IGNITING IN MY FACE THIS WAS WHEN SHE REALLY BECAME OBSESSED WITH MY MARRAIGE COMMITING HOME INVASIONS RIPPING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES SHOT RECORDS PASSPORTS OBITUARIES OF DECEASED LOVED ONES I FINALLY DIVORCED MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND REMARRIED TO MY SURPRISE MY STALKER BEGAN HOME INVASIONS AGAIN IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE SHE BEGAN ACTUALLY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF A DECEASED WOMAN FROM THE CATHOLIC CHURCH IN ORDER TO DINE WITH PETER GARGANO WITH THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS AN UNHOLY HORROR UPON DECEASED CATHOLICS MY FAMILY SURVIVED HER IDENTITY THEFT FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS J2 ACN HELPING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS TO RECIEVE ILLEGAL CITIZENSHIP WORK VISA SCHOOL VISA IN AMERICA BY FALSIFYING MARRIAGE CERTIFICATES OF DECEASED PERSONS ITS TRULY HORRIFYING GETTING MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH THIS FRAUD AGAINST THE DECEASED RIGHT NEXT DOOR THE OFFICE OF IMMIGRATION WHERE THE FALSIFIED DOCUMENTS CAN BE FAXED THROUGH AMSCOT TOOTSIE ROLL DRIVES PERSONS OF POWER SELLING MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED TO JAMAICAN IMMIGRANTS MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS TOTAL DISREGARD TO ACTUAL DEATH CERTIFICATES SADLY MANY OTHER NATIONALITIES IMMIGRANTS BUYING SELLING TRADING CATHOLIC MARRAIGE CERTIFICATES OF THE DECEASED OBITUARIES I FEEL TRULY BLESSED MY HUSBAND AND I DECLINED TO EVEN BE MARRIED IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH WE CHOSE TRUTH JUSTICE AND PEACE IN THE COURT HOUSE PROTECTED FROM IDENTITY FRAUD AT THE CHURCH WHERE GARGANO CONTROLLED COMPLETE WRATH FAKING HIS DEATH HACKING INTO OBITUARIES I APPLAUD TRUMP ON THIS ISSUE MY FAMILY SURVIVED SEVERE IDENTITY FROM FROM JAMAICAN MEXICAN IMMIGRANTS
GOD BLESS AMERICA
We, the freeborn, born to be free,
Yet shackled by chains of mental slavery,
We sought knowledge in hallowed halls of learning,
But found ourselves lost in labyrinths of yearning.
Western wisdom wooed us with siren's call,
Luring us from our heritage, our ancestral wall,
Intuitive analysis, a double-edged sword,
Cutting through certainties, leaving us scarred and poor.
We thought education's light would set us free,
But depression's dark wings enveloped humanity,
Graduation's promise, a mirage on the horizon's frame,
Our certificates, mere paper, unable to reclaim.
We sought solace in places of worship's sacred space,
But found confusion's veil, obscuring the divine face,
Religious leaders, twisting truth to suit their creed,
Leaving us lost, in a wilderness of doubt and need.
But still we yearn, for freedom's elusive dream,
To break the chains, that bind our inner scheme,
To rise above, the noise, the pain, the fear,
To find the freedom, that only our hearts can hear.
For true freedom lies, not in external chains,
But in the inner mind, where our deepest selves remain,
It's a journey inward, through the labyrinth of our soul,
To confront the shadows, and make our hearts whole.
In desperate hours, when darkness reigns
And worldly treasures seem forever lost in vain
When power and wealth, like fleeting dreams, dissolve
Leaving me forsaken, with no way to evolve
Show me the path, O guiding light
That pierces through life's plodding night
When metaphysical forces hold sway
And all my efforts end in disarray
My wealth, a worthless trinket, cannot save
My certificates, like autumn leaves, wither and wave
When situations, like unyielding mountains, tower high
And everywhere is blocked, with no escape to the sky
Oh, my creator, show me the path
Lead me through the right way, where love and hope forever last
Let me be a solution provider, a beacon in the night
Let me be great, not in pride or fame, but in the wisdom to guide others to the light
Show me the path, that I may lead the way
And in the darkness, be a shining ray
Oh, my maker, show me the path.
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They hang there now: stiff rectangles framed
in cheap pine, proclaiming expertise.
I nailed them up with picture hooks
that bit the plaster, leaving little wounds.
Each one a glyph, a glyphodont’s thick hide—
armor against the who-are-you?
I trace the embossed letters with one thumb—
not gold-leaf, just cheap foil catching light—
and think: This proves I fought. I didn’t break.
The paper’s thin. The frame’s off square.
But oh—how fiercely it holds up the air.