Discipline Poems - Poems about Discipline

You mine the gold, yet live in chains, Trade your soul for shallow gains. Your hunger rules, your mind is weak, And freedom’s price you never seek. You waste your fire chasing flesh, While others build and carve the flesh. Your leaders dance with foreign hands, Selling off your sacred lands. Discipline, black man, is the key— Not guns, not gods, but mastery. Unite, arise,...

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Don’t wait for a trumpet when the breath in your lungs is already shouting. Don’t wait for a sky to tear when your soul is already trembling. The signs are not in the clouds, they’re in your compromise. The delay is not His it’s yours. You think you’ve got time? You think your youth is a shield? You gamble eternity on...

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The Look Is Fast As The Speed of Light I got the look! Instantaneous…eyes snap sidewise faster than the speed of light… Freeze tag pinned in place… Duh da da duh… I'm in trouble, blown something… No question… no room for doubt… Yet not really… Dad's unique cue… falling in between traditional parenting cracks… Straddling between discipline and...

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It's quiet yet loud It's righteous, not proud. It's not weak but strong It carries you the day-long It's unpretentious; it just is. It stoically says, "No fooling around; let's get to the 'Biz.' There will be no applause But it's okay because it's all about the cause That solemn voice wakes you up early when you would rather press snooze. Then it...

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Silence mourning, you who've borne no children; mute derision and bear it no longer. Beg not for mercy if you are barren for barreness may prove you the stronger. Your fruit lies in the way which you conquer scorn - apparent un-productivity. Another's offspring - your proclivity. Teach them truths which bearers fail to mention; teach self-discipline as necessity. Deliver well, mothers...

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Discipline is doing what you hate like you love it Asking for more when you are past the point of quit The dying of an old spirit to let a new one in Forcing progression with a bittersweet grin Just when it seems completely futile When all you can feel seems abysmal That is autophagy taking over Out will come thyself leaner...

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Where beauty nests in routine, Where passion and order dance as equals, Where every small choice Creates the geometry of a life well-lived....

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I swore I'd turn and back away, Resist the call, from the lurking flay. For the life of me, I could not allay the stay! Before me lay a morsel, a mere tit bit. A taste I took, another, another, but could not scoff remit, For the life of me, I could not help it! I told myself to turn away,...

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CHRISTMAS DISCIPLINE Just a maybe, pa rum pum pum pum I am a poor boy too pa rum pum pum pum Do not think me insolent pa rum pum pum pum But I have no instrument pa rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum All I have to beat is here pa rum pum pum...

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If you ain't discipline You will keep living wrong Going astray Thinking you're on your way Going insane Living in insanity Believing in illusion, Forgetting about reality. In the pursuit of success You can't substitute discipline Right in your low, Discipline is the elevator picking you up It's the driver Taking you safely to your destination easily. You can't and will never Conquer without discipline Whenever it's time for...

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It is now legal to take THC A drug now in gummies and Cannabis tea But in Siskiyou County the Hmong growers move in threaten the natives, who must lose so you win. [bridge] You can love him and leave him, have a sweet fling, The government helps with the baby you bring, We've got the highest percent...

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"As the twig bent, So shall the tree grows", wise quote Life goes road to went....

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Where are the paddles- The obedience needed to make children good...

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First we Cain 'em ~ That dis-Abels 'em ...

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Why is the middle where I put a book down? My anticipation dies at that half-read interlude. I lack the discipline that keeps me inbound. A famous author's endings should be praised, and not eschewed....

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