My awe and fascinated find
Lost deeply in a human mind.
Its fancy fonts, not easy read,
And yet it masterminds each deed.
Incessant innovative source,
Societies’ fierce driving force.
The scope of knowledge, wide and vast,
What minds grasp is designed to last.
Dishonoured defaults of mankind
Sit heavy on a human mind.
Gloom, ecstatic joy and sorrows
Hide in crevices and burrows.
Its stoic strength, rare and unique,
Exudes an aura of mystique.
Motion and progress in its prime,
Sparking the bright minds of all time.
And never fails to fascinate -
Mind’s lust for wit, insatiate.
May 20, 2022
Motivation helps us through,
As good result is in view.
My driving instructor John Kermode
taught me to drive safely on the road
Then got me through my driving test-
as an instructor I’d rate him the best!
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My driving instructor John was such a fabulous teacher, he had never allowed a child to be in the car during a lesson, but as my son was so incredibly well behaved when he met him he said he would see how we got on in my first lesson. My son played quietly with a toy, looked at a book and fell asleep during the lesson and he continued to accompany me up until the day I took my test … I passed first time!
12/19/20
Be that driving force
Be willing to learn everything
Wisdom and knowledge is power
Think of the energy that you will bring
Education is where it's at
You will be able to broaden your mind
To the head of the class you will go
Remember to be courteous and kind
Sweet memories of her remain
since she stopped by my desk that day
and saw my artwork clear and plain,
amazed that I could draw that way.
My fourth-grade teacher hugged me tight
and whispered, "You are gifted, dear."
Through many years, she gave me light;
this special Nun had shaped my sphere.
The feeling she left me is strong;
her driving force- my gift, lifelong.
poverty a driving force
The crimes are high
Is like the jails is no new news
To be over populated
Why this crimes here and there
Who is to be blamed
For poverty drives the people
Insane in this world now
Like a force it hit the people
Like a tornado
Yet they don't care about us
The wind blew and who blew it
The cloud moves and who pushed it
The waters flows and who drives it
The storms arose and who quickened it
The day departed and the night arrived
The sun vanished and the stars appeared
The rains ceased and the drought came
The plains soon becomes a desert
And the dry lands soon become a river
The child soon becomes a man
The living soon was gone
A little laughter, a little cry
A little cheer, a little mourn
Behind the shadow is the image
Behind the extreme darkness is the light
Behind the light is the Glory
And so is God behind all the affairs of men
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