Best Principals Poems
Tongue Study
Tongues
Steady it wags
needing to know
more, about the
the very thing that
causes wars.
peace and pain.
I study my tongue.
Much has been said
about the tongue yet
how has it pertained
to my own.
My tongue has delivered
and served, it has given
and taken, it has blessed,
it has cursed.
It has been bitten,
and it has been written,
the tongue can be tied, twisted
curt, sweet, sharp, wagging or
bragging.
It may be your
native tongue
or foreign, it may be
exciting or boring.
If quiet is your tongue
"the cat may have it".
If you use your
tongue to speak ill
of the dead, you may,
challenge a force and
be cursing your life's course.
The tongue's confession's
may sweep out
dirty secrets from the
corners of your mind.
Wise words have fallen on death
ears, words smothered by pride.
truth escaped lying eyes.
Ignoring what you saw and
twisting what was heard.
Tongues may bond
with imbeciles or angels
forming positive
or negative energy.
Be careful, mind your tongue
it is closest to your own ears
and will affect you first, rather
before the others hear.
Be not at the mercy of
an imbecilic tongue
read their eyes
and duck the darts
about to be thrown.
Do not despise the
a foreign tongue
for it is the aptitude
of the brain, the tunnel
to his bilingual, do not
expect the champions,
to cater to the dunce,
or those who can barely
master his own tongue.
In general, I have concluded
whether you live by the sword or
stand on principals, I had to
learn to manage my tongue
as I would a loaded gun.
I will not justify my tongue
when I use its power for the wrong
and neither hold my piece,
to placate the sword of the unjust.
The real power is in
the righteousness
of the speaking tongue.
For those who live by
the sharp and swarded tongue
and wield words as death
blows to the innocent,
or those who are silent,
while others suffer.
May also die
by the mighty tongue,
or by the holding of it.!
Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2014
I love Guns
Guns make us safe
Guns are rights and freedoms
The more guns, the more freedoms we shall bear
Every man woman and child should be armed
So that we are all safe
All schools should be armed
Teachers, Principals, Janitors, arm them all
The finally we can relax
in total safety
knowing we are all armed
I say give arms to the amputees too
Gun control is socialist and fascist
We registers cars
Houses
Pets
Bikes
We have banned toys
We regulate all kinds of things
Yet we are free
Totally free
Because we all have our right
To bare arms
Ask Kim Campbell! she agrees!!!
Not only guns
They must be automatics
The more bullets you can empty out of a gun
the better
the more freedom you shall feel
Its called projectile dysfunction
And......... any man with a high IQ
Need's an assault rifle
Why of course to outsmart those ducks and turkeys
I firmly believe in a fair fight
Assault rifles to catch a duck
common sense to me
Quack quack
Guns have rights
Own a gun you have double rights
They are made to kill kill kill
Did I say they KILL?
Nothing more, nothing less
I need that right
Any child killed by a Gun
is only because we haven't enough guns
By the way
Children have no rights
Kill em all for all I care
as long as I have my rights
I am not concerned with facts
Evidence
Or the humanity of it
Is all about my Guns
Why
Cause I love Guns
More than humans
And thats my right
No matter how wrong it is
They kick God out of classrooms
And evil walks right in
Innocents are led to slaughter
Before their lives can even begin
Our jaws drop from the shock
We are appalled by such a crime,
But we voted for laws to kick god out
To usher in such times
I remember morning prayers in class
And a hymn or two we'd sing
We would join hands around the flagpole
A give thanks for the grace he brings.
This nation was founded on godly principals
And his blessings poured out each day
But we grew up trying it on our own
And look at the troubles that come our way.
You dont have to believe me
And keep turning your head away
But the proof is happening before our eyes
And gets worse each passing day
Theres now a number of innocent children,
Who are sitting before Gods throne
And hes wrapping his love around them
Because this world has let them go.
How much suffering must we endure
What will it take to make things right
We must allow God to rule our lives
Til evil is banished from our sight.
We can blame it on the monsters
Or some will curse God for what was done
But we should look real hard at our own direction
If this battle is truly to be won
Be strong, no matter what!
Should the coolness on the wings of
indifference blow your way.....
Stand on principals of goodness.
Do not to the crowd play!
You know how very well you write!
You are a poet not a puppet.
Many will not read you.
It's acceptable~you know how to
smilingly,rough it.
There are genuine loving poets
here, it is very hard to part.
You will find them like gems on
fresh vines, wrapped lovingly around
your most beautiful heart!
10/5/2020
His death opened a direct channel
to heaven. His life, a journey
of faith; His Source, the Light
of a Universe, greater than the
sum of all stars –
His message, one of redemption...
of conscious re-unification with our
Father/divine. The Son's blood, a
blessed, sacrificial-wine ~ vintage, that of
salvation – a healing elixir from Angel distillers,
for overcoming man's bout with garden-fever;
immunizing man's spirit against the plague of evil,
thus confounding a Devil's fiendish manipulation, his long-relished win –
for the red, ripened apple has always been, a symbol of Evil's
fermentation of consuming sin....
Let us all imbibe, drink as thirsty apostles
from Christ's extended ladle, reviving a world
gone astray –
such spiritual quench within mortal reach – let our
words and actions not merely be the sounds and motions
of a profitless speech, but life-giving principals to impart,
examples of righteous behavior to our children that we
are commanded to teach ~
further evolving (this generation of budding gods)
beyond surface gestation of mere garden-flowers, yet turning from
new transfigured dawn during early implementation of wondrous,
self-applicable
creative powers –
Christ withdrew Satan's poison from our dank, heavy
firmament, so that we also may be lightened and rise –
beams of sunlight woven back into Holy Cords
of ascent ~ strengthening silver threads linking the souls of
all mankind with God's limitless miracles above – transforming
our lowly natures into ever greater vessels for the expression of a
Physical/spiritual
Kingdom of
Purest Love....
I once behaved. Followed all the rules. Understood what was "normal". My parents taught this, teachers demanded this, principals enforced this. Ministers expected it, society reinforced it, friends tested it, professors challenged it.
Then, poetry became my statue of liberty.
following the rules
and behaving normally
no longer appeals
PASS THE TRASH
Poem sure to sound familiar,
Catholic church scandal recall.
Pedophiles bounced just everywhere,
predator list … kept growing tall.
Clergy, priest but now teachers, are
problematic in school classes!
“Passing the Trash” school’s call this, some
schools blind … wear rose colored glasses?
“Pass Trash” numbers are sicking,
News mentioning five principals,
three assistants, two hundred and
ninety teachers … unthinkable!
Abusers hide in school systems,
best you check, your community.
Parents advised to document,
what child tells you … or what you see.
Documentation need, check see
something matches accusations.
Be diligent, keep abusers
away from our daughters … and sons.
July 25, 2023 copyright
Contest:1232
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Apply the theory that god cease to exist.
You as an unbeliever may resist in the belief that there is someone who is more intelligent than your comprehension of life itself.
Let's imagine for a while that evolution in not just a myth of lies and deceit.
In your mind,
Who are you?
Where did you come from?
Where are you going after death?
What is your purpose for breathing my air?
Well without God you came from nowhere.
And where you go after death?
Well I'm not sure you want to answer that.
Your telling me that I evolved from a partial of nothing,
and that MANS' purpose is just to live and die.
Well the Devil is a lie.
Now back to reality.
God is real and he's alive.
I know Satan has you blinded by ideas of a godless world were you are free to do as you please.
A thought of a true and living God is a mental disease.
You try to sell me on principals is Me, Myself, and I.
Why?
So I can end up in your determine state of hopelessness.
That is the sermon you want me to buy.
Preaching, lessons on stories of mysterious scientific fact.
While history has proven that there is someone greater than that.
Your evidence is not consistent with the truth.
Do you want me to show you proof.
It is you;
it is me
it is everybody.
Just living is proof that God exist.
The signs are to numerously great for me to list.
As I speak, he speaks through to you.
He is here.
He is there
He is everywhere.
If you look for him closely,
he will show you.
Look into a mirror, at your reflection.
You will see the miracle of creation.
There is no need to wonder,
no need to apologize.
God is here for me, and he will be there for you.
You have no need to turn blue.
God love for us is true.
He is a light in the face of darkness.
Remember that ignorance is expensive.
While believing in God is a freedom and never-ending steps to becoming a brand new you.
(A true story. In the year 1612, a young artist
named Artemisia Gentileschi, native of Rome,
was raped by one of her father's artist colleagues.
This is the tale of the subsequent criminal trial
and its impact on Artemisia's art.)
Prefatory Sonnet
My tale is of a rape. As plain as that.
In sixteen twelve or so, these things took place
in Rome. Her father’s friend (you smell a rat?)
surprised her in her home, that year of grace,
and robbed her of her innocence. His name
was Tassi. We’ll learn more of him anon.
Three painters are our principals, but claim
no immortality – well, maybe one.
The three were father, daughter, father’s friend,
and Artemisia (the best of all!)
She soon progressed from copy, grind and blend
and in Rospigliosi took a wall.
Today, collectors crave her canvas craft
so she laughs longest (having lastly laughed).
He's our savior
a man of utmost principals
He stands up against the deep state
and speaks his mind concisely
But he has faltered
and hoarded sensitive information
Now silver bars may bind his home
for several years to come
What can we do to help
how can we save the man we love
There may be no protection against his crimes
he tallied them up so much
All we can do is watch
Watch as a giant falls
China laws philosophy…
Evil guts explained for evil moods. Much and more are tyrant wills. Easy bounces are Taiwan ways and wills. Taiwan peoples favored are peace. Muster one and gather all would be Taiwan forces.
Mutate life is times that changes. Solid laws are names that rules. Make our best efforts to build a better state.
Come expository teaching all may calm as laws.
China violent all are leader hearts. Fierce and cruel run the bloody worlds. Poses of Maoism get to lie to Marxism means. Equal laws should previous and pioneers all for china peoples. Powers must to you and toward U.S.D (humble workers).
Speak so stern and means to kill or oppressed some noble hearts that fight against commie by thoughts and speech. All enforced are martial laws are evil wills. So retained the truths our peoples need the rights. Cast our lights are better ways. China ways and laws are strict but wrong.
Literary persecutions all are china tyrant sins. China laws cohere needs are must for human rights.
COHERENTISM ways have cohered principals rater than abrupt china laws. MATERIALISM functions are central nervous. Most of all for peoples feels must be good. That is ways to china peoples. States are for peoples and with peoples and to peoples. Strongest laws should all with rations best to all. Rational psychology needs our views of breadth. Empirical says or rationalism both is rights. Laws and ways are both are forms reformed.
All our worlds may test by senses.
All our laws may call by cohered reasons that good to country peoples that come to best of earth. Natural laws have natural lights. Social treaties all are need abided.
Materialism equates our worlds of things and stuffs.
Who is who as only ideas? What is what as only ways?
However laws and matters all must exists even we are finished.
-----------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3-----------
I try to take the high road so I can see just where we are,
I look up at the night sky, wish upon a shooting star.
It’s hard to clean up your act when you are dragged through the mud.
It hard for me to come up shining, when I am covered in all this crud.
As I embark upon the high road the stars shine just for me.
The full moon provides a beacon of light, so that I can see.
I listen to my heart it knows what I shall be.
I stand upon this high spot my spirit just feels free.
The high road takes longer but the rewards are great.
Hope and faith collide creating my new fate.
So much seems to happen that I simply can’t relate,
As the time flies right by, hope it’s not too late…
Can we meet upon the high road and wonder of the view?
Can we listen to the questions when the answers seem askew?
I start out every morning; it’s a brand new day.
Don’t listen to those people they have all just lost their way.
On the high road we find justice and perhaps a little peace.
The soul shall feel thee freedom from the cage it is released.
When it comes right down to it we are defined by what we do.
It only matters where you’re going, not what you’ve been through.
As we walk upon the high road we see what we’ve become.
The principals become the glue so we don’t just come undone.
Maybe we can sit out on the edge and watch the setting sun.
I find myself simply walking where once I had to run…
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The Wandering Yogi
From city to city, from every town to town
Catching every smile to smile, every frown to frown.
His allegiance goes to the exalted one, not any nobility nor the crown.
The mysterious venture itself is a compass – forever trailing up and down.
He vision’s more to the sandstorm than just the sands might.
What he really seeks is the commandeering winds, hidden from man’s sight.
For he is like a moth, forever trying to follow the mystical light.
A servant of humanity, here to douse out ones fiery plight.
The mystical light to him, is like the sweet essence of nectar to a bee
His journey has no fragrant flower to guide the way, only his heart must see.
The burden of Caste, Creed and Colour cannot weigh him down – forever he is free.
These bitter ingredients are for his pestle and mortar, mixed together to serve he.
Always alert, always ominous. Wary of the treacherous thorns.
Even the smallest prickle can poisonously permeate – towards the path of the one with horns.
Decorating his path to God for others to follow – moving on as he adorns.
And for those who have permanently set their ship astray – he shall set up half mast, for he mourns.
From sunrise to sunset. From a healthy youth to a venerable age.
Adhering to his spiritual principals. A beacon of knowledge – a mystical sage.
Until he reaches his beloved, his only shelter against this life is faith and a hermitage.
Walking steadfast on an arduous journey of pain and languish – travelling away from life’s cage. The Wandering Yogi.
Feedback would be great!
You give into peer pressure and hesitantly cut class,
So you can smoke cancer sticks and,
Get high in the school bathroom with,
Five other boys that are your so called friends,
A security guard smells the cigarette smoke and,
Chases you out of the bathroom and down the hall,
Everyone gathers at the classroom windows to watch,
As eight more guards join in on the chase,
You run up and down the halls all the way to the eighth floor,
Quickly you hide in a supply closet as the guards turn the corner and run past,
Once the coast is clear you sneak back downstairs to the first floor,
Unwittingly you stop to talk to a girl,
In doing so the guards spot you on the cameras and give chase once again,
Unsuspecting you are rushed at by a guard and tackled,
Soon after all of the other guards pile on top,
All the while the girl you were talking to watches in amazement as you're,
Hauled off in flex cuffs to the principals office,
You sit in silence as the principal yells at you and,
Gives you three weeks of detention,
All the while you never knew that a fellow student recorded the whole ordeal,
And posted it on youtube under the name,
"kid gives school security guards a run for their money"
Which has already been viewed over three million times in the last five minutes,
You don't know it yet but you just went from being a nobody,
To a five star bad boy,
Jack of spades
(intro) Fear not the dark queen skies
The red crimson, tears of lies
Fear not what you’ve been told
For your soul has not been sold
(bridge) You are free from all these chains
You alone make these restrains...
(ref) Take the leap into the unknown, to discover you’re not alone
Take a glimpse inside the light, the super nova burning bright
So unleash what you have learned and drink the chalice that you’ve yearned
Succumb to all of your desires whilst your enemies transpire.
(ref) Now that you’re on the peak, no one will dare to speak
Now your crown has been reforged, so lead well and don’t diverge
As this oath you thou shall keep, never look back never retreat
Keep these principals in your mind, as the stars are re aligned
(chorus) From jack to king you have become
Deciding faiths with a flick of thumb
From jack to king you are reborn
Once a servant now adorned