Though I love intelligence, candor is recompence
Smart is an art, but love comes from above
Kiss over compliment, neither will pay the rent
Nor inflation, adulation, inclination, or shove
Now in combination lie's true adoration
Choosing wisely should be life's aspiration
Eschew impropriety, display some sobriety
And wisely choose the better thereof
To a Certain Poet
by Frank Daub
Your modesty -- regarding talent? BECOMING to your SOUL.
The decision to embrace this thought? Belies your role –
As MESSENGER.
Long ago you took the mission
To tell beauty in words and lines.
Now time has blurred your vision.
Now doubt has wormed your mind.
Think about the adulation –
Deny those words are true!
It is you might stop creation –
It is you must see it through!
You came into our world, a little ray of light,
And turned our ordinary days into something bright.
In your tiny hands, we found our dreams anew,
In every smile, a thousand hopes grew.
A father sees his courage shining in your eyes,
A mother sees her prayers reaching the skies.
We may hold your hand, but you will choose your way,
And build your own beautiful world someday.
May you walk with kindness, fearless and free,
May you become the woman you were meant to be.
When life gets hard, remember where you belong,
In the hearts that love you, forever warm and strong.
We are proud not only of what you achieve,
But of the beautiful person we see you become and believe.
No matter how far your journey takes you one day,
Our love will follow you, lighting your way.
_ Jolly Muhury Samui (Mother)
The earth has many components
So is a human being
Unwrapping of a sequence
The moon has many faces
So is a lie
Unwrapping of a truth
It is a pattern,
Is it the memorandum?
Being played out
An amazement of characters
Is it the plan?
Being formulated
Eagerness of personalities
It is a norm,
The sea has many entries
So is the mind
Unwrapping of a soul
The ocean has many layers
So is the mountain
Unwrapping of a planet
It is a pattern.
This man is too hurt to move on and forget,
he holds onto pain, not letting it escape
from his clutched hands stained with guilt;
that's something safe in his grip.
This man will go on in search of hope,
destroying his past, trying to cope.
Are there bitter regrets and roses with thorns
whenever a flashback sends him back?
He'd rather grieve than remember words
his sweetheart said to make him feel a wrack;
she hid a secret from him, he often wondered
if she was committed to another guy who cared.
A lot of hurt shows up in intense emotions,
a lot of hurt controls a person's moods.
This man will go on in search of hope,
he will walk on the longest and thinnest rope
to find a kind soul that understands his need,
someone who reaches out, sharing love without greed;
will he forgive who hurt him and return to smile,
spotting a big rainbow dazzling with morning sunshine?
He can forgive others, not himself,
it sounds strange to express grief;
disappointment keeps him at bay,
a careless child in foolish play.
Oh, regardless all, he's in search of hope;
he climbs up avoiding a sliding slope.
can rebels be shy or demure?
can silence be outcry?
can resistance be made pure?
let me tell you my answer
rebels need not fight or shout
we need only defy
to always let our true selves out
we are both drummer and dancer
A story has got various sides
The unfolding of tombstones
Forgotten bones
A story has got various angles
The revelation of a lie
Shortest memory
It has got wings.
My father always told me
“Never refuse a challenge.
Take each opportunity
To broaden your horizon.”
And, all through life, I’ve tried my best to follow his advice.
However hard the task may have been, so far I’ve never said never.
Last month I was persuaded,
Against my better judgement,
To jump out of an aircraft
And parachute to the ground.
I wish now I’d said, “Never,”
The parachute malfunctioned.
And that’s why I’m sending this final poem
From six feet below the earth.
Dear Self,
I left you open to attack
I see you now, standing in
The places
Where I should have covered
You,
Where I should have said no
Sooner,
Where I should have walked
Away faster
You were lax when the
World was sharp,
Open when the moment
Demanded armor,
Trusting when caution
Would've saved you.
And I let you face storms
I should've stood in front of.
I didn't protect you the way
You deserved.
I didn't guard your tenderness,
Your hope,
Your quiet belief that people
Mean what they say.
But I hear now.
I'm learning your personal space
Your limits
Your sacred spaces.
I won't forget you again
I won't leave you exposed.
I won't let the world take
More
Than you can bear.
You are mine to
Keep safe. And I'm finally
Ready to do it.
Potential is not a promise-
and that's all I've seen in you.
I've given every opportunity-
but you've never followed through.
(You once) treated me with kindness-
but I deserve much more.
I deserve a kind of love-
I've not experienced before.
See, I deserve consistency-
and I deserve the truth.
And I deserve my wishes-
(and all of) my dreams to come true.
I've come to learn from my mistakes-
that patience gets you nowhere.
Not when one's committed-
(to serve) themselves; although it's not fair.
(I) love you for many reasons-
and I'm not sure that will change.
But you've shown me by your choices-
you don't love me the same way.
Choices aren't mistakes-
see, they are conscious trains of thought.
You choose to make decisions-
that you know leave me distraught.
So, since you choose to hurt me-
instead of fixing what you've broken...
I choose to walk away-
my sense of worth has been awoken.
DANCING BLIND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR
Bare footed on old linoleum floor
Tapestry music engage my ears (I hear the distance)
I see not but I’m placement mid-center
Of a space placed vivid vibrations flairs (I feel the emptiness)
I slowly spin around, I move to the music
Even in the darkness I’ve rhythm (I smell the panoramic)
My naked feet hear and feels the beat sweet
I can see n mine spirit I dance with the light
(I taste the air, I’ve inhaled, I sense the people stare) {I DANCE}
As my naked feet, legs, tortoise whole body sprite
moves as lighting-bugs in the night
Centered in movement dance steps bright
ViBrAtiOnS feels my steps are not sight
Dancing Without Sight
Contest Winner Medal 2nd Place
NEVER SAY NEVER…. not ever or at no time possible is anything dormant
a blindman can see things without his eyes envisioned and focus
A face can be wash with just the tears flowing from
Just because you’re a man doesn’t mean you weak if you cry out
You can truly, truly, make it if you don’t give up just try free will
Open mindedness is the blank thought that can be virility filled
Never use never narrative because it leaves no room for changing
Because of dislikes and hardships, dislikes or doubting keep going
Even a deaf person can hear a vison sound beats within the hearts-eyes reign
Being uncertain certain that change is a thing nothing permanent wait for a change
Stanford University
Greatness at the Helm
Alum has come and gone
Knowledge was their insurance
Philosophy at its best
Education a high mark
Principles with a concept
Resolutions with an idea
Dignity with self-respect
Assuring and fulfilling
Techniques with logic of its own
Theories to come by
No more doubt
Intellect is what education is all about
Picture yourself
Above all
Conqueror of one’s destiny
Standards aligned
Through pages of trials and errors
Education speaks
Believe in yourself and let it repeat
Educational now and well into tomorrow
Let your tomorrow start today
One step away
Let education become your triumph
Classified and Qualified
No one would deny
Follow your footsteps through the education portal
Open Door
Don’t ignore
Let education show your potential
Become the commodity of essential
Stanford spoke
Now enter
Riding Water Rapids
New York State Adirondack Mountains
Beauty and Charm
Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls
Observing Water Rapids Saulteaux
The thought of challenging Fear
Conquering the Water Rapids in preserver
Courage through assurance
Faith enriching endurance
Canoe and venture
Close to nature
As I pulled the canoe from the pier
Determined to fulfill
My mind on God’s will
I had to do this
Hit or miss
The canoe drifted into smooth then rough waters
It was hitting against rocks below
I had worry within
That was my scare then
Adventurous on every sense of the word
Determination with a promise
No defeat until Victory
Achieved and Accomplished
Rode the Water Rapids
Confident and Brave
Success being a story
A behold
Rapidity
I didn’t feel like running today
Some days I don’t—but I do.
I’ve never finished a run thinking,“I’m sorry I did that.”
I always feel empowered, powerful and ready to deal.
I have blisters on two toes but that doesn’t matter.
Pain is an administrative problem—I just wrap them
with paper surgical tape and run.
I also buy these 1" Polyurethane foam sheets (from Amazon),
that I cut to fit my feet—stuffing them in my socks for padding
—as if I were a professional athlete.
We don’t flinch beneath the heat, cold or rain,
and we don’t prevaricate or complain.
While I believe that life, otherwise, is pretty much nonstop compromise,
I reserve a protected territory for self-respect—where I practice small acts
of discipline—which I can track.
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Songs for this:
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
Somebody's Going to Get Into This House by Jane Wiedlin
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