Best Disable Poems
please Lord, wait for me
i know i am not ready
for Your face i would like to see
i am in no way steady
as i need only You to be free
remember Saviour when she
anointed You as she was dreary
for she knew her salvation You’d be
i see that same hope in You verily
but please Lord do wait for me
unstoppably she wept
nothing could stop her sobs
but still persistently she kept
anointing You with expensive drops
of a scent that expressed that she’s crept
for years in pain with teardrops
she could hardly crawl or limp except
when You’d give her strength for little hops
to get her by as she’d perhaps dreamt
Lord wait i beg for with hope my heart throbs
tears of praise rolled down her face
did she mind that all eyes were on her?
eyes that unlike hers failed to see Your Grace?
her valuable tears washed as she dried with her hair
Your feet which she then with a kiss did embrace
You gave her hope in a world abruptly unfair
in her was seen faith for which the world did long graze
Lord with her that unwavering faith I’d like to share
please Saviour take me with to that Heavenly place
i want to go to Your home to cast away every care
but how i ask do i joy in the Lord of salvation?
when my acts exceed the most abominable?
my hair is too short to show the compassion
that she showed for I’ve guilt unpardonable
of tears I’ve run out because every situation
and challenge I’ve failed did my heart disable
they have hardened me and now i lack sensation
with no savings to purchase i am unable
to afford that costly alabaster box of great distinction
Lord have you got time that’s ample?
Jesus, i implore thee with all my heart
for Time isn’t on my side Lord lowly and meek
save a helpless one like me who’s had it hard
please give me more time to go and seek
for more time to save up and run to the mart
more time please for my hair to grow sleek
to collect your precious alabaster box wherever it art
more time to call back tears to run down my cheeks, to streak
so Lord please take your precious time from Heaven to depart
so you can take me with to Your home where nothing seems bleak
MacJock looked uptight
When we said "That's not right,
We're not paying one pence you see"
Den Finn swung and missed
With his powerful fist
And it landed on the jaw of McGee
MacJock grabbed a bottle
Intending to throttle
The closest poor sod in his way
And this caused a ruckus
McGee was so luckless
It certainly wasn't his day
But when Macjock hit McGee
He went flying you see
And busted MacJock's new table
Then McGee tossed a chair
Clear through the air
Hoping MacJock to disable
The others ensued
In this Hullaballoo
Until, all I could see was the brawl
There were glasses and mugs
Bottles and jugs
Smashing against every wall
The place was a mess
I sure can attest
When the fightin' came to its end
Not an eye was still blinking
So I started thinking
Dat its tyme to go 'ome un mend
Just one more part will end it
A Harmless Creature is the Ant,
Until it crawls inside your pant,
Or invites itself to your picnic table,
Intending your little picnic to disable.
And of course, there's always the kitchen floor
That it ruins in waves of "zillions more."
Yes, a harmless creature is the ant,
---As harmless as a nuclear power plant.
Come back to Me with all your heart
I've set you free so we need not part
As I wait for you I call you by your name
My Love being so true I took all your blame
You I long to see to comfort all of your pain
You are all to Me but time too will wane
I call you to My Side to eat at My Table
Don't let your pride continue to disable
I brought you forth Created out of love
You know not your worth in so rising above
I Am always near so often carrying you
Holding you so dear My love always true
Turn around My Child for I Am the only Way
Oh how satan defiled as can wisdom betray
Reach for My Hand I will not let you fall
You do not understand, for you I gave it all
Hosea
Come back to me with all your heart
Don't let fear keep us apart
Trees do bend though straight and tall
So must we to others' call
Long have I waited for
Your coming home to me
And living deeply our new lives
The wilderness will lead you
To the place where I will speak
Integrity and justice
With tenderness
You shall know.
When love turns sour, your left without hope.
When our hearts are broken,
They aren't easily mended.
Your heart will be torn and frayed.
The ones you once loved will
Humiliate you in the worst ways.
They will fill you with agony and tears,
But, before the agony, comes the anger.
You feel betrayed and devastated.
They will disable you of all defenses,
Because that person was the one you trusted.
You told them your secrets and heart's greatest desires.
But, when you realize the ulterior motive,
The reason they were in your life in the first place,
You are ashamed of yourself for being naive.
So, because you won't allow yourself to be hurt again,
You know you'll never be able to be with them.
But...You'll still regret all those stupid fights,
And you'll still laugh at all the silly jokes.
You'll remember the good times and the bad,
And thank God for the time you had.
Divine Message
If you are able, help the disable
This is the message of Koran & Bible,
This action of helping is very noble,
That's how society will always be stable.
Where every one cares about others,
Not only friends and family members,
Starting from your own neighbors,
Till your city's all corners.
Helping hand you should extend,
Try it and you will like this trend,
Where to do good, has no end,
When, a stranger becomes your friend.
Helping others bring prosperity,
Let's be honest, its reality,
It develops the whole community,
So don't rely always on charity.
Disabled are not a burden to us,
They are talented if we really do notice,
When we teach them, they always progress,
Colors need to fill-in, in their canvas.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com
Before you say any unkind word
Think of some one who can't speak.
Before yo complain about the taste of your food
Think of someone who has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife
Think of some one who is crying out to God for a companion
Today before you complain about life and it hardship
Think of those who died so young unlike you.
Before you complain about your children
Whether ugly or handsome, stubborn or imbecile
Think of those who are desirous for children
But they are barren and hopeless.
Before complaining of the distance you drive
Think of someone who walked the same distance with his feet.
He never complain nor give up in his quest rather
His mind and spirit walked alongside with him
Encouraging his humble heart to wearing not.
Before you complain of your job
Think of the unemployed, the disable and those
Who wish they could have your kind of job but
Could not because of one problem or the other.
Before you condemn another, remember no one is perfect
Under the sun covered with evil and darkness.
YOur heart is your love and ambition your aspiration.
Destiny has it own way of governing individual
Stand tall and complain not because your life is virtue
Of honour and it has a price to pay.
My disability is not my weakness
My mind tells me that I am capable
My heart agrees to the sayings of my mind
Yes I am able despite my limitations
Hear me out you people with limited understanding
Hear me out you people who seek better understanding
I’m calling you so that I can add a little bit to your understanding
Disabled, what an inspiration contained by disabled
D o it myself, yes I can
I nverting peoples mind to accept me for who I am
S wiftly move them from prejudice
A dvertise the possibilities of leaving with my disability
B uild those who suffer from low self-esteem
L ead them to joy brought by self acceptance
E nable others to see the bright side of their conditions
D espise none existing shame of being disable thrown
A sad emotive
Blue ballad from
The broken soul
Of a mute man poet
His heart pounds a silent beat
From deep within
As he begins
To ballet with his fingers
Vocalizing his pain
To the world of blind and deaf
In the monsoon rain
Of his tears
As he express
His feelings and fear
About his future
In this cold world
Of insentient hearts
Being blind, mute or deaf
Doesn’t mean dead
This is the pain
That was easy to swallow
But hard to digest
So now I suggest
To take this fiery feeling
Out of my chest
Because they alienate us
They dig black holes
For us to find homes
Because all we are to the society
We lost souls
To those
Who got eyes to see
And ears to listen
We are just disable clowns
Because we are half human
But to those who got
Minds to think
And hearts to feel
We all human beings
Preface
My name is Verlena Sexton.
I am in my forties.
I have three eccentrics – Oland. Emily, and Tony.
My adult children are my knowledge base in the world of iniquity.
I continue to face what I am depleting.
Form
In this bio, I must be unique.
As a Social Scientist, I will also be indiscreet to the point of reality in why I am objectively me.
Conformity
I grew up in Leland, Mississippi in a single parent household.
My great grandmother vested soul.
She and I would read scripture together to inform personality.
She would tell me this would ensure equity and identity.
My mom was a homemaker and a strong woman.
She dealt with life as it came.
She raised six children with little help from their dad.
All are grown now and she rests in Heaven.
My oldest sister is there as well.
My dad was married with a family at home.
I am the outside child from his union with my mom.
Outside means, I now look in to discover genealogy and to emerge into a biblical presence.
My dad is disable and doing well.
When he is call by Jehovah, I know he will be ready.
Orthodoxy
I am just an orphan looking for home.
I am not lonely, but I am alone.
Many obstacles I have overcome.
My love of family is a moral code.
As a mother, I must continue to be as strong.
I remember my mom in times of guidance.
My dad is always there with insight.
I am the cause and effect that manifest in life.
My great grandmother words are to believe in that which is precise
And to live a life vested in the spirit of Christ amplifies.
“The world is filled with liars my child. Trust will come via a rightful mind.”
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Penned on October 17, 2014!
quatrain with chain rhyme
The edge of the sunset dissolves
into the horizon. The day's candle
dies, yet fires light the sky once more;
once more, as rioters take patrol.
Dog days rattle with restless resolve -
darkness hinders the search for a handle
on the violence the rest of us abhor.
Some abhor the absence of control.
She hums lullabies to right the wrong.
Lady Liberty's torch still burns dimly
as citizens at home pray for peace.
Peace's torch battles hatred's hammer.
Mundane moments mimic the lady's song
with feral chants for "justice" so grimly
uttered by those paid to disable police,
police who serve despite cruel clamor.
September 21, 2020
dedicated to the memory of Kenneth Parrott
COPLA 105 RESOLUTION : This Bad Guy World
The revolt of the Persecuted
Against all forms of authority :
Justifiable
The Meek turn the cheek humiliated
Should father let destroy his family :
Impardonable
How long may the Untouchable
Be trampled by caste consciousness :
Three thousand years
Skin colour nose bridge haïr disable
Suffering billions from human kindness :
Go pray in tears
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
As all people were born
We were as well born
People look down on us
A snootiness of deeds
Because of who we are
Are we not part of the globe? Or
We're not necessary in this global?
What are we to you?
Action speaks louder than voice
Your actions stabbed our heart
With venomous object
A scar in our heart
We also have tomorrow,
Bright after today indeed!
We are HANDICAPPED
Some even called us disable
We also created by HE
We deserve care and love
To cure the pains therein
Thousand of cash and
drugs can not only devour abyss of pain
But care and love from you
A blissful living.
Stepping on shuttered dreams
Feet bleeding wishes of travel
Disable soul mails postcards
To a corner called " Empty Apartment"
Still nature on the thirteenth floor
Mom's glasses left behind and a cup full of tears
A phone ringing obsessively
The door permanently unlocked…
Jetlag freezes childhood memories
Dirt squishes mortality between my toes
Ravens on cracked limbs distract me
A shovel full releases a white cloud
I jump on ready made steps in snow
Hungry children of the graves follow me
I stop, they stop, I feel, they feel - so lonely
Playing the game of “Orphaned Roulette”...
for Matt's Contest "Empty Apartment"
Apprehension had me really nervous
Was I headed for my funeral service
They wheeled me to the operating table
To cut me open and my heart disable
Would this morning be my last sunrise
As tears rolled out the corners of my eyes
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I saw my image smiling back at me
Glass window to the baby nursery
My daughter was the cutest of them all
October morning in the early fall
Only a babe I saw her years ahead
More tears of joy, have I ever shed
March 13 2016 by Daniel Turner