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Prayer for Diligence
Oh Father God, we pray for diligence
That we work with commitment & avoid negligence
Oh Lord Jesus, we ask to love our labor
That we succeed in what we work hard for
Oh Holy Spirit, we beg for commitment
That we start and finish our work with fulfillment
This we implore to our Lord God. Amen.
-12/22/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems for Christian Virtues
No need for long talk
Because the long talk
Keeps you stuck
That sucks
It's energy draining.
You can only unfold
What you behold
You're only powerful
Over what you can control
Be guided;
Diligence is the master key to life.
Welcome to the month
Of Pride and Awareness
June to be precise
The sixth month of the year
I'm wishing you all peace, love and more.
A radiant star was born one day,
Amidst salary challenges, hardship's sway,
Her parents toiled, their sweat and tears,
To forge a brighter future, calm all fears.
Like phoenix rising, she emerged anew,
Her choices bold, as if the world pursued,
Her watchword, determination, shone so bright,
Guiding her through life's turbulent, darkest night.
Risk-taking's lessons, though bitter, she did learn,
And from each scar, her strength did yearn,
Her work ethic, a symphony of might,
Diligence, dedication, beauty, shining bright.
Her name, a benediction, prayer, and creed,
A testament to her essence, noble deed,
As celestial choirs sing in celebration high,
May heaven's gates swing wide, her prayers reply.
May answers come, and greatness be her guide,
Empowering her soul, her heart's deepest tide,
For Blessing, a star that shines so bold,
A radiant light, that never will grow old.
And in her heart, a fire burns so free, igniting a soul that's unstoppable, wild, and carefree!
With every step, she paves her own way,
Through trials and tribulations, she'll face the day,
Unbroken, unbowed, her spirit will soar,
A true warrior, rising, forever more.
I lost hope; I broke down;
Who was there to save me then?
I looked awkward in that gown;
Yours was a wolves’ dire den.
So many years rolled away;
Still, your scary scorn
Blurs my world even today;
I need a new morn.
“Be it for a penny or be it for a dime,
You can never, never stand
On your own feet, regardless of time;
You’re born to digest reprimand.”
I was bullied; I was stung;
They tried to turn me to stone;
I kept on; I had clung
To the truth in polite tone.
Finally, the results got declared;
They came to know my work in silence;
A few got scared, the others just flared;
I was awarded for my diligence.
Ode to the fallen heroes
Who left their all
When duty call
Glanced at victory
At the expense of of their lives
Living children and wives
To restore honor and glory.
They fell with their faces with the foes.
They performed their duty diligently
Remember to honor them with dignity.
Ode to the fallen heroes
Who seemed out of battle have escaped
Through some profound dull tunnel
Long since scooped.
No longer mingle with their laughing comrades
Nor talk of their battle escapades
Neither sit at familiar tables at home
They sleep beyond the soil foam.
They fell with their faces with the foes.
They performed their duty diligently
Remember to honor them with dignity.
Due to the diligence he did,
he avoided the usual pitfalls
and wrong ways.
Yet to the end of his days
he leaned nothing
of that light-hearted travelling
into the yet unknown.
The walls steadily started shutting
Being weak as a rose's petals, our mind
Sudden appearance out of obscurity
Conceded our ability to detect them well
Their tones were previously audible
Fading into transparent background
There was a soothing haze in the corridor
The endwise natural progress forward
Close by siren wailing for our thinking
Putting your fingers toward our ears
It then poised the knife to slash it down
Just before, the last curtain had fallen
Written: November 22, 2022
Last leaves have fallen from the sycamore tree
Leaving her limbs unclad, so naked and bare
While they wait for their new coats of cottony
White snow, and the squirrels, here and there,
Skitter about searching for the nuts they stored
All summer long for wintry days they anticipated
Most of them have found carefully stashed hordes
Since the leaves are raked and falling has abated.
Instinctively, they hurry to prepare for the winds
Securing their leaf nests in the hollows of limbs
They even seem to cooperate as squirrel friends
As the warmth of a November sun steadily dims.
A sense of barrenness and busyness on the lawn
As the sycamore filters the dimming light through
Up early, I can see the squirrels working at dawn,
Mother Nature has taught them exactly what to do.
Written November 6, 2022
Refusing Diligence, To Do Even Basic Math
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Through the volleys of arrows shot by Fate's mighty wrath
When in this wicked world, we could accept light's reprieve
By opening both heart and eyes to truth thus perceive
That darkness rests within our souls, all flesh is the same
That glaring fact, ensuing battles are no mere game.
Why do we too oft blindly walk a deep, darken path
Refusing diligence to do even basic math
When from within, we feel those hard-fought battles raging
It is a war and true enemies we are engaging
Thus 'tis folly to not recognize that fierce-some foe
And find, accepting evil allow darkness to grow.
Why this glaring reality do we too oft deny,
If not in our souls, darkness hides waiting to Light defy?
Robert J. Lindley, 11- 04- 1978,
edited 7-12-2003, 6-02-2022
Sonnet
Note:
Tis a somber reality that we too oft embrace life as a game,
Not seeing in youth, that it is our rashness we must tame.
diligent duty demands dedication and decisiveness
May.9. 2022
Work Perspective Monoku Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Beta Augustin
No. of syllables-sixteen
Dutiful diligence makes willing work rewarding.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written March 4, 2022
submitted to "Work Perspective Monoku" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Beata Agustin
Exceptional effort is generally rewarded in kind
Some efforts are rewarded exactly as designed
Others are considered, then politely declined,
When you made an effort what had you in mind?
Have you tired of following the same daily grind?
Perhaps you might try doing more than assigned,
Consider going beyond the instructions defined,
Then … possibly, then, you’ll be wined and dined
Why do you always think you are being maligned?
Thinking those higher on the ladder must be blind,
When you know you have consistently outshined
You know you are a perfectionist, or so inclined
What a pity that for so long you’ve been confined
When your great desire has been to be enshrined.
written February 8, 2022
Sunlight struck the window, and it all began again,
Leaving the half-written page behind, I started a new page.
In diligence of making a dream into reality, I left behind my true image,
The image seems to be sunk by now, in the water of rain.
Persistently running in that direction, stretching my hand to grab it,
My guileless approach is in vain, no matter how much I drag it.
It's about time I sat and watched the sun drowning in the sky,
Maybe a melody or psalm can give peace to my mind.
Tomorrow again the sun will rise, and I will be hovering over peace, I can't find,
I Will Find a new cram to write on a page, or at least I will try.
There was a sound that gave me peace in the state of worry,
"Let's have a little chat son, What's the hurry?".
A Falcon soared skyward
Gracing and inspiring the world.
She dived from the peak
And attacked with her beak.
She poises her wings
And pierces the mind with a wink.
Her eyes are like two jewels in the sky.
No doubt, she is the Queen of the sky.
The tree is her place of rest
Above the stars is set her nest.
Emulate her diligence.
And never play with her intelligence,
If only I could be your falconer,
I would hunt your admirers.
Oh take me! Carry me on your wings
To the sky where Angels sing.
Dedicated to Ojo Ifedayo
a small ant repicks
fallen crumb on way to hole-
others wait in line.
7.5.2020
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