Sometimes, it is in the most difficult times
That the strongest leaders are born.
Not by chance. But crisis,
Vision, and transformation.
Look at the life Moses in Egypt,
He was born out of circumstances.
Out from the Jews united aggrieved prayers
In Egypt Pharaoh's wanton slavery of the Jews.
Look at the life in a beehive without a Queen.
The ordinary workers produce an ordinary egg
Specially cared, nurtured, and fed with special food,
To make the egg grows into insurmountable changes
In physical aspect double or triple in size.
If she manage the beehive well will be given all the privileges
To produce more eggs for the beehive and to survive the colony.
She doesn't work, she only command and supervise.
She is ordinary turn extraordinary leader in the beehive.
It's like the fate of a nation when crisis arises
The people will unite, select a leader of the group to lead,
Support, extol and proclaim by virtue of people's initiative
Become their true leader to lead the country into prosperity they long for.
Don't fear of change
Cause it can bring
Sudden beauty.
Each bit you push
Effort you put
Receive reward.
Each day routine
To have good time
Unique tribute.
We have strength
To twist and turn
Face life head on.
God gives you hard ways
'Cause He wants to see you grow
And see you mature.
Is there anything you root for in our garden now?
Must I cultivate it to make it grow?
Can't seed so many plots, I know.
Is there anything you savour in our melting pot now?
Seasons changed, and our flavours compound,
True essence to distil.
Blinded by what familiarity steeps
You know our brew only too well, you see.
I taste bitterness, you drink me.
Remember,
The days when cultures were raw,
Just fresh and jubilantly spicy?
Where exactly did that zest go?
Preserved, yes.
Unspoiled, no!
Simmered away as steam from a kettle,
Aromas mingled over.
Vaporous, hardly distinguishable.
Whatever happened to our cultural bouquet?
Trying to bottle it is so hard.
Is there anything you relish in our feast now?
These days our palates just don't know.
We're still simmering.
Taste! Taste!
A mom in the intelligentsia
went to a school in Philadelphia;
after taking an exam,
she's now a member of DAM:
Mothers Against Dyslexia.
If you can find shelter when the firmament rumbles
And drips spears of weighty waters
Keep about you the hope that clear skies might come,
Be glad for the storied house that a stray seed built,
That you might claim, and in it, brave the storm.
Heaven takes no command from men
that are stuck by the roadside under makeshift nests;
Prepare, then, to wade from November’s head to April’s tail.
Find friends in the things that crawl, things that creep and jibe.
Say comrade to the tippy tapping tango of rain by the tree’s end.
Before the tree gives much comfort and you forget to miss the sun,
Before you curse Icarus for being too kind to the warmer things,
You will know that the earth can be dark and unforgiving;
The wind stings your skin like lashes from an iced belt
and the cold envelopes your adolescent patience.
The first men gave unto you rocks to strike light and conjure warmth,
Do not yet lead praises due north nor kindle your grass roof,
Because this shelter is made from paper, petrol,
Paraffin, and things that burn;
And you are matchsticks bathed in kerosene.
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Humans can cope
Holding on to the rope of certainty is a matter of faith!
Therefore, you can use pressure to rise above any situation
Because the treasure inside of you must
Come out through the evolution of pressure!
The fragility of time refines the process
And defines the courage that rages on inside the difficulty
The resilience of innovation is embedded in your imagination and
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of your story can be found in the difficulty!
Difficulty is what wakes up the genius in the face of adversity
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Ms. Shelly began to write.
Scratched it out.
Began again.
The lights are on, but no one is home.
Scribble Scribble
His dendrite field is nonexistent.
Scratch. Scratch.
She kept writing and scratching
What could she write on this child’s report card?
When the distance seems too far
The challenge well above your bar
Looking at it as a whole
Is how we frighten to our soul.
Yet each journey has a start
The place were from we first depart.
Every step will take you nearer,
And with each breath the goal is clearer.
If you don’t focus on the end
The journey will become your friend.
The goal that seemed too harsh a plight
Will now be well within your sight.
magnolia is ruffled, delicate, pretty like lace
her fuchsia petals and fragrance showing off
accenting her Georgia ladylike charm
she has difficulty feigning humility
knowing what a beauty she is
Sometimes things are harder -
than I feel that they should be.
Some they make you stronger-
So, why do I feel so weak?
Perhaps because I'm tired-
from all the battles that I've fought.
And maybe I should think-
about the lessons that they've taught.
But sometimes it is hard-
to try to find the silver lining.
So when my thoughts get dark-
I think of reasons to keep trying.
For my Claire Bar, Bubba James-
and for my Colty Boy as well.
I love my "Shuga-Boogas"
more than my words could ever tell!
So when I'm feeling sad -
and I feel my world fall apart.
I think of them and smile-
because they're always in my heart!
I Love You
-Mommy :)
2
e=mc
receptive
patience = unity x difficulty
I'm going to level with you
I don't know how to say it
Everyone has already told this story
It's all been said before
But it's true
Every word of it is true
I guess I never realized how true it was
But now I know
Every story about butterflies my stomach
Every song about setting my heart aflutter
They've been told time and time again
And every word is true
Every story
Every note
All of it
It's all true, and it's about real things I feel about you
The words seem trite, but they're all real
For me, anyway
I love you
With every story and song
Sometimes my mind goes completely blank,
And I cannot recall a name, place, or event,
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank.
It surely has nothing to do with what I drank
Occasionally the brain seems to be absent
Sometimes my mind goes completely blank!
I find myself utilizing the old alphabet prank
One of those mnemonic devices to augment
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank.
It can be quite embarrassing in my local bank
Not remembering a teller’s name to comment
I find myself utilizing the old alphabet prank.
Am I becoming, I wonder, a senile old crank?
Are my years overcoming me? Shall I relent?
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank.
The last time it happened, my poor heart sank
Seems only I knew exactly what I had meant
Sometimes my mind goes completely blank
It can be problematic, to be perfectly frank!
Written August 31, 2022
You are crafted
With a purpose
I will journey with you
To reach my goal
You have not failed me
Though I've heard rumours
Success achieved
Goodbye for now
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