Best Strong As An Ox Poems
The unicorn horse,
With a horn on its head,
Is just a mythical animal
who runs in the forest,
The unicorn myth,
shall always live on.
A legendary horse,
next to legendary man.
But through times of greatness,
the myth lives on.
While grazing the grasses.
and roaming the lands.
The unicorn's exsistence,
extraordinarily lives on.
A shimmer of hope,
he has brought to the masses.
a symbol of purity and grace,
throughout the Middle Ages,
The Renaissance horse
has written the pages.
The Unicorn's horn,
was used for defenses,
The Unicorn's legs
could jump many fences,
Across the lands,
and down to the sea.
The Unicorn's exsistence,
was as rare as can be.
Strong as an Ox,
he could never be captured.
By the grasp of the virgin,
the horse could not flee.
The Virgin Mary herself,
would not let the horse free..
Unicorn Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2014.All Rights Reserved.
We came to this glacial paradise
Frigid and arid, the weather's nice
Much like our Motherland
And so we made it ours box of sand
As it made us its slaves
We tamed each other in shallow graves
Free from starvation,
No need for a proclamation
Chorus
We don't own the land, We don't own the sea
Don't need money, don't need greed
So take my hand, a family we'll be
On solid ground, we'll plant our seed
We came to this rock
Steadfast and strong as an ox
Free from the judgement
Or any negative sentiment
We'll feast under suspicion as we please
Breeding contempt and bringing disease
Like rabbits!
And we made this land, and we shackled mules
And its inhabitants we took as their fools
Chorus
We were hauled to their farms
Steady suppers and whipping charms
How dare we suggest we're human
Rights are granted, but not to "vermin"
You're free to enjoy starvation,
You'll have to beg us for a proclamation
Chorus
We came to this deserted strand
Branded traitors to our clan
And labelled usurpers to the old tribes
When to their customs we don't subscribe
Watch in growing dismay
When a nation once united begins to fray
Chorus 2X
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Food for thought.
Everyday Belongs to the Lord but the Lord has given this day to you.
He bestows this in remembrance of all
You been through.
From the day you conceive and throughout the years that follow
God has seen your bouts of depression as you gone into war with sorrow.
It is enough to say that the price to pay
is enough to drive a grown man insane.
But let the Lord find you
and let his words remind you
that you're pain is never in vain.
For he has put inside you a special kind of strength
something superhuman that only a woman can carry to great lengths.
It is the very essence of he who resides above.
It is as strong as an ox and yet can be as gentle as a dove.
However make no mistake
within the Wake of it's quake
It is enough to bring the devil to his knees by kicking in Hell's gate
So make no mistake and never tempt fate.
So what is this special strength I revel in and speak so highly of?
Well let me tell you that the power of God is the only thing stronger than that of a mother's love.
So children look into your mother's eyes
And realize
but don't be surprised
That God has given you a guardian who is too ensure that you stay alive and that you thrive.
I mean do you know what this woman would do for you
she will cry for you
she will lie for you
she will do what Jesus would do
and die for you
there is no limit
to how much she'll put in it
for her love is 100% organic and true
yeah I'm talking to you
you ain't got no food but yet she scraped up enough money to buy you a brand new pair of Air Nike shoes.
And that's what I'm trying to make you understand
that this is all part of God's plan
A preparation
through a demonstration
To show you a love that can withstand the Relentless tension of separation
this specific type of love is what defines the very nature of God's salvation, unconditional
So it is here when you become surprise
that God first showed you his love when you were first born and the very moment you opened your eyes.
So I say again
my brother
my sister
and even my friend
look back into your mother's eyes say thank you Lord for this wonderful lady Hallelujah and amen
Once in a blue moon
Once upon a time
Time to wake up
Time to tell the truth
Truth will come out
Truth will set you free
Free to be yourself
Free to fly
Fly far away
Fly with eagles' wings
Wings that lift you high
Wings steady and strong
Strong as an ox
Strong enough to last
Last forever
Last call
Call a friend
Call collect
Collect coins
Collect your thoughts
Thoughts of love
Thoughts of people
People who matter
People who care
Care for the sick
Care for their souls
Souls that are lost
Souls redeemed by love
Love that never fails
Love that won't let go
Go for the gold
Go in peace
Peace of mind
Peace with God
God Most High
God is love
Love beyond measure
Love without end
End of strife
End of days
Days of our lives
Days bright with hope
Hope for all people
Hope for the future
Future of the world
Future of our children
Children we have borne
Children of our love
Love
Borne
5/14/14
WANTED...
Someone to hold me
Somebody to share their life with me...
Cry with me, laugh with me, love me and cherish me...
I want to soul-mate to share life's journey with me...
Through the good times and bad...
So make him strong as an Ox & smart as a Fox...
That the man for me...
This is a story that goes back some twenty years
To when with the Special Olympics I did volunteer
I worked with the older Olympians who were kind of rough
Caring for them by other volunteers was a job just too tough.
They were sixteen through eighteen and didn’t know their own strength
To keep them under control took me to mental and physical lengths
There were eight young men in my group this Olympic day
I was the only volunteer willing to work with them when the games got under way.
Keeping them together and where they were supposed to go
Required lots of cunning and running by this guy they called Coach Joe.
They worked me ragged and kept me at my wit’s end
But within the first hour we were all best of friends.
They liked to hug me and squeeze me and wrestle me to the ground
Always slugging me and hitting me every time I turned around
They were strong as an ox and didn’t know how easily they could hurt
I got bumps and bruises, one busted lip and was all covered in dirt.
As the medal ceremony began indicating the games were coming to an end
I was exhausted and spent and ready for my body to go home and mend
My Olympians got medals that made them all so happy and proud
They loved hearing the spectators cheering so wondrous and loud.
As I watched from the bench they gathered in a huddle
What were they up to now? I was a little befuddled
Then one by one they took their medals off and walked my way,
Placing them over my head; “Thank You, Coach Joe”, is what they would say.
Their parents and guardians had tears in their eyes
I’ve never been more touched by a simple surprise
Then we all held hands and the Olympic Song we did sing
For me, in my life, this was the sweetest of things.
I think I’ll just stare at the wall for a while,
painted in latex, light beiges and creams
Searching for nail holes in random-like patterns,
counting the cracks that appear at the seams
Glance at the baseboard, an alternate color,
maybe a calendar hung from a hook
Red and blue dates with a few of them circled,
months of the year hanging there as I look
Gaze at an outlet, it’s face made of plastic,
switches that point to the fixture they light
Dark jagged lines by a chair that is rubbing,
corners and ceilings and floors all fit tight
Seeing the texture and shapes it’s creating,
abstract illusions as faces appear
Near the reflection of blinds from the window,
illumined distortions that aren’t really clear
Flat as a pancake, not sure if that matters,
straight as an arrow, hey that’s kind of cool
Strong as an ox, that is one man’s opinion,
he was the carpenter wielding the tool
Funny, but while I am sitting here staring,
it seems that it is now staring at me
It doesn’t blink, never changing expression,
making me wonder just what does it see
I shouldn’t worry, it’s merely a structure,
sheet rock and lumber supporting the roof
Something to separate one from another,
see for yourself if you really need proof
So….
That is my day if you happen to wonder,
pen in my hand amidst office decor
Jotting some lines that are found in the boredom,
perhaps next time I will stare at the door
There I was in the first period of afternoon
very nervous on my first day at high school
I was called to headmasters office no less
he'd heard of my stammer, hey this guy's cool
I knew about this guy was a former boxer
6 foot 4 strong as an ox no prisoners he took
but to me was gentle, kind and so helpful
wanted me to start speech therapy, I was shook
So started it I did after the school day ends
always be thankful for that guy for his care
though therapy only helped very little
it was a start of my journey I was to dare
Now some three years later my final day
which was in fact not to be really at all
my only day of truant was that last time
for all leavers were to receive their final call
That call for the lads was a shaving kit
to stand among all the school was too much
so much easier never to return to school
always better to go on in life to find my touch
School days formes our characters
through many experiences comes our way
how we react to these marks us through
in our life indeed there will be our stay
< twenty ~ nine ~ little .... words
ok ~ now ~ let ~ me ..... think
already ~ here ~ we ..... go
apples ~ bananas ...... oranges
carrots ~ lettuce ........ celery
milk ~ water ~ and ....... juices
helps ~ develop ........... strong
minds ~ also................ bodies
Twenty Nine Little Words
Ok Now Let Me Think
Already Here We Go
Apples Banana's Oranges
Carrots Lettuce Celery
Milk Water And Juices
Helps Develop Strong
Minds Also Bodies
behind steel bars and concrete blocks
security cameras watched like hawks
within these walls locked up in a box
locked in a box that's strong as an ox
inside the vault with unpickable locks
armed guards protect all ticks & tocks
what is it that consumes all the clocks?
the largest stash of solid gold stocks
stacks of gold bricks inside Fort Knox
She’s as pretty as a picture
And as quiet as a mouse.
He’s as blind as a bat
And as fat as a house.
She’s as stubborn as a mule
And as sly as a fox.
He’s as wise as an owl
And as strong as an ox.
She’s as skinny as a toothpick
And as slow as a snail.
He’s as sharp as a tack
And as large as a whale.
I could keep this up forever
But you know what they say:
Nothing ruins someone’s writing
Like an overused cliché!
She was once as strong as an ox
Now she lays in a wooden box
When she was fit and a young girl at that
The boys used to tease her
But she was still the one they’d wink at
She was pretty and knew her own mind
She was smart, just one of a kind
She married at seventeen
Not a man that she loved
Just, one she approved of
Chosen by her father
With the hope they may fall in love
She worked hard in the fields
Bringing food to the table
Every day digging and sowing
What she was able
They made a life together and she bore
Five sons and 2 daughters
He was away working there after
And though she worked her fingers to the bone
The house was always full of laughter
Her children were her life she kept them clean and well fed
And made them do chores to learn the value of bread
As the years passed her by her looks faded and tired
And her body grew weary and sad
when her husband expired
She never travelled or had money to burn
But her life was fulfilled and I never heard her yearn
For the easy life that I have
Now she lays there contented knowing in the life that she had
She did her best by her family through good and through bad.
Fear not it's strength by any means.
Let there be laughter and sharing of pleasure.
May the silences be golden riches full of wisdom and thought.
Yearn to be each others mirror,
the reflection that reoccurs.
A fine wine that’s enjoyed with maturity.
A pure gold that delights in a troubled fire.
Take a look inside,
Both dead and alive,
Simultaneously?
How can we measure it,
If something is living, yet finalised?
Propose a second proposal,
Preferably pick a second one,
Work, well that's force over distance,
Yet how can we measure success?
Power is work over time but
It can be just and injust
Who decides control, no not I
It must be him on the inside
Laughing, so can I actually look inside the box..
Like a fidgety penniless ant ready for work,
Yes yes I'm hungry,hungry strong as an ox
Paradoxically held back, retaining an astute smirk
I get it now, needing no quarrels
Acceptance.
It's the ways it's meant to be
If we find out truth we will pay schrodingers fury
Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.
Can I open, must I find out.
It will ruin me I'm told.
Accept the unacceptable
Little children don't you know,
You are your parent's blessings
Their accomplishments are mainly because of you
Little children don't be fooled
Your parents adore and love you
Little children get up and go to school
So that you won't be abused, used or fooled
Little children will grow and soon you too will be old
For I too was once young and now I have children of my own
To age and be blessed to see them grow is truly a blessing
To be blessed with three
To have a son whose heart is as pure as gold
To have daughters whose thoughts are as white as snow
To love them, to carry them, to nurture them
To protect them and call them my own is truly a blessing
A son now a man as strong as an OX
Daughters kind and vitreous awaiting their Grooms
Father, how time has led me to believe
That all children are definitely their parent's blessing.