age labels
young/old
as
body/mind
in between
what's
within or without
perspectives seen be
of
one's phenomenology
of disciplinary criticism
len
Where do you work, what is your career?
Well, I'm glad you asked, I have many titles it would appear.
I'm proud of these titles, non of which require a degree.
One of my favorite titles is mom of three.
I'm a homemaker, a cleaning lady, a chef, and a maid;
a run the monsters away when they are afraid.
I'm a librarian and teacher of every subject;
a cheer leader and manager of every school project.
A counselor, a therapist, both physical and mental;
a manager of any and all incidentals.
One may also call me a chauffeur.
Some days all this driving seems much like a blur.
I'm an event planner and activities director,
and I'm putting my years in for debt collector.
A private investigator, a hostage negotiator,
a disciplinary, and a mediator.
A soul protector, security, a body guard;
and a safe place to go when life gets too hard.
I'm a personal shopper, a stylist and a hairdresser;
a go-to for advice when they want to impress her.
I'm a wife to the most wonderful husband and father;
and a listening ear when something's a bother.
Last but not least, I am a spiritual guidance;
a child of God who will always follow in His abidance.
Asceticism and realism were embraced in baptism.
The era of waiting is gone. Emmanuel exists.
The spirit in him fluttered into doves of optimism.
Mercies fell amidst musing humanity like mild mists.
The graces with which he descended from the highest heavens
Radiated like a thousand moons. People stood perplexed.
The sun rose from all directions, against solar sessions.
Philosophies and theologies have become complexed
Does a ruby, sapphire, or topaz need a fire test?
Does the one who's born without sin need baptismal cleansing?
Designs, yet devised by destiny, need to be re-dressed.
Doesn't all disciplinary decay need dispensing?
He's the one who comes to take away the sins of the world.
By his ransom, the freedom of creatures will be unfurled.
Adjust and move four words for worth/
Aghast at July 4th I’ll power forward north /
Away from what’s been uncovered worse than I’ve ever been coerced
I devour and nourish as the demeanor looks gorgeous/
He could just be mean and cook gorges/
Or spree clean to book and flee out of storage in the mind/
Got to get adorned oranges to be hoarded all timed and primed/
For the reminiscence of my minutes to cinch/
Or seconds to seize as I inch through this decadence towards reverence/
I’ll replenish and diminish the sacks and lost yardage/
It’s 4th and 4 hence the past porridge to sift in historic pork/
Let’s get to the meat of the stork like underneath the bark of an oak/
I won’t sulk I’ll spark and soak in my marinade/
I stare and gaze with a glare and a glaze/
Going through phase after phase/
Placed in places where there are no choices just voices/
Demands, directions, reprimands and disciplinary actions for noises/
Their discrete dealings and doings drive dimwits down from poises/
Disillusioned durations debunk the punk directly to become disinfected from a disenchanted situation and he rejoices
Soldiers never tire of “Yes Sir”!
Forgetful lips a long storm stir,
Disciplinary frog jumps for an hour
Or a free fall from a waiting tower.
Soldiers love Ear-Dividing “Yes Sir!”
You lower yours you’ve robbed them their fur;
No defaulter who won’t seem damned sour,
The Newest Bride might just lose her flower.
Solider could never stop feeding on force
At short notice quite ready for a course
They should want to ascertain its source
With a clearly disinterested horse!
Soldiers keep to the mischief of slouching
Towards a quarry by some fireside crouching.
So, why should one ever be heard vouching
For a shaky honor in innocent words couching?
Build a best world,
to build a world for
the equality...the other differences,
they remain yes, but the fight will be
to not prioritize differences for
establish disciplinary policies...
Differences should not exclude from
normal citizenship processes...
We are equivalent beings in civil rights
and equivalents to spirituality...
Do not exist best color! there must only be value...
Value is acquired, value is learned... if it is developed...
pure reality... another thing, total illusion... !
The value is differentiated when it is for the virtue service...is a higher value difference than yes
deserves to be cultivated...
So let's promote a difference to the top,
for spirituality...
We need to prepare for growth...
Let us be tall, citius, altius et fortius, always fair,
understanding with our peers without prejudice in behavior. let's be beings
superiors considering others as equals...
PS poem inspired by printed words
in Lewis Hamilton's Formula One Pilot T-shirts .
The women I know are very strong
The woman I know carry burdens beyond grasp
I see only reflections of their sorrow, or their strength and of their being
They teach the world lessons quietly and sometimes boisterously
Unbearable love for their kin
Unending endurance to work for their loves
Understanding, forgiving, disciplinary and resolute
The women I know are beings of lights
11/23/18
As An Adult
Independent
Responsible
Reliable
Humble
Caring
Compromising
Unselfish
Admit mistakes
Consistently learning
Forgiving
Provider
Protector
Nurturer
Disciplinary
Counselor
Friend
Money manager
Cook
Housekeeper
Handyman
Night closes in,
the sky blushes in pinks and yellows
as a storm rises in the south
making its way north by north east.
Hurricane to tropic storm back to hurricane
racing headlong from ocean to land
flooding rains, churning surfs, wild winds shout loud
screaming through the trees.
September begins in turmoil
skipping humid air into cool escapades
of mother nature's displays
from nurtured caresses to disciplinary lessons.
Breathe
the sailors' sky gives warning
of the ensuing storm to come.
the tallest I’ve ever seen was in primary
towering like a General in the military
a haggard expression of pain and disgust
the needle like leaves his ooze would discard
he seemed so staunch in his camouflage and upright salute
the pinecones resembling a grenade assault
as curious children do, to climb we were too eager
mystery lay hidden somewhere in his evergreen erect figure
the teacher would soon be called to the rescue
climbing down now an impossible chore
some disciplinary action would be enforced
he wouldn't even be swaying in the wind this unmoveable force
then one day the war would finally be won
it took a couple of grades of broken bones and casting stones
high up in his clutches where our balls would be stuck
he would be uprooted and loaded onto the back of the truck
but when he left, the school grounds seemed so empty
he had retired after generations serving this country
that's why it now felt like such a pyrrhic victory
in hindsight, he was truly our sentry
08-23-2015
Contest: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot's Trees Personified
The tradition in question comes from the apostles
Hands on when they received from Jesus’ teaching examples
What they learned from the Eternal Holy Spirit
First generation of Christian did not have a written New Testament
It demonstrates the process of living tradition
Tradition is to be distinguished from the various theological
Disciplinary
Liturgical or devotional traditions
Born in the local churches over time
These are particular forms
Adapted to different places
Times
In which the great Tradition is expressed in the light of Tradition
The traditions can be retained
Modified
Even abandoned under the guidance of the Church’s magisterium
1132015
SHENIKA SIMS
the soil of my soul is so open to growth right now
i welcome the knowledge and the strength that it all inspires
once upon a time i was writing disciplinary sentances a thousand times or more
now i am being quoted for the purpose of the betterment of others a million times or more
if that is not Reason enough to give Him Thanks and Praise, then my People, narcolepsy is a habitual and a pathological liar that blockades
MALAKI MEZCLAR
there is no particular reason
there does not have to be a spot in any season
i just Thank Him and Procede....
much obliged....that is all the space i need
MARTY KING
what is waking up if i am not thankful
whether with volume or in quietude,
it is He that Ables Me to Be....
therefore I AM....Thankful
some may say that too simply i pray
do i have to have five dollars and be abstract
i shake my head to myself and with ease i tell Him....THANK YOU....
there is no feeling like That Particular Aftermath....
it inspires me to lay me down to sleep Happily and Carelessly Monotonous....
They place my vowel
Under barren landscape
Sipping from cracked porcelain cup
Of an alienated heartbeat
Devilish grins
Slapping Karma’s bottom,
A quarterback’s misguided win
Liar’s prophetic retinas glaze
With metric, disciplinary ruler
They place my consolidated lyric
On upper hand
Of cubic zirconium petulance
Their torn, lanolin coated tissue
Degrading polyester embedded uniform
Mislead by “savior’s” belief
A desolate embodiment of character
They observe me
With cherry coated pupils
Through rusty, iron bars
Its frosty echoes
Portraying fickle sonatas in these stale winds
Yet,
My ambient tear
Is simply a hoax for their recycled victory
Holding wooden spoon against my waist
Ready to crawl
©Drake J. Eszes
Dad,
Whoa, where should I start?
Is it to say am grateful,
For all that you have done?
Or is to say I love you,
And I forever shall.
You have been,
A pillar in my life,
That peg that covered up the hole in the wall,
Walls of my heart that were cracked and teared up.
You have instilled discipline in the kindest of ways,
Been the silver lining in the clouds of my days.
You have shown me that love doesn't have to be proven,
Flashed about like a trophy to show that its there,
But that even the slightest of pats,
And shortest of words,
Can show that you care.
You may not say as much as I want you to,
Nor do what they say you should,
But that doesn't mean that I love you less,
Because to me you are simply the best.
And as long as the tune of life plays,
I shall forever have this dance with you,
No one could ever take your place,
My father, my mentor,
My disciplinary, my true friend.
I LOVE YOU DAD.
A Scream's Echo
by Odin Roark
How varied
How separate
These screams
Life's quiet
Sometimes boisterous
Identity
From inception's beginning
Screams heard
Screams swallowed
Screams thought of
But never exercised
Remain intrinsic
To existence
How gently we address the baby
How disciplinary our response to children
Shrieks of opposition grow their weeds
Uncontrolled they grow
Adults merely have more tools to hoe the threat
If they choose
If they choose
Take the horn for instance
What's man's phallic symbol on wheels
Without auditory drama?
A boom box without extraordinary BOOM?
A domestic squabble
Void of passion's bombastic voices?
Technology's insatiable appetite
without the wail of worker sacrifice?
Yes
Vibrations set in motion
Know no end
Canyons of escape
Become mere diversions from
Nightmare-enhanced slumber
Where inner implosive wave lengths
One's perpetual infant cry of why
Simply enhances dream's timbre
As we listen
But never expect to hear
The end
Until
The end
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