My doctor likes to see the Earth
I get a nosebleed, she’s wading the surf
Maybe off Thailand, maybe Brazil
Who’s gonna save me when I get ill?
Yeah, there’s satellites, I can always text
But she’s out of town at the smallest pretext
Running a marathon, maybe in Rome
Everywhere is her home away from home
Maybe its that she sees all the frailties of man
Maybe that galvanizes her to move while she can.
I shouldn't grudge it, but I've just broken my toe
Kicking a wall when she mentioned "Idaho".
So I’ll drive like a saint, not drag race the streets
Not eat the wrong things, not trip on my feet
Not mouth off to strangers, not poke at a bear
Not flirt with disaster or agree to a dare.
I'll use Gemini or Grok or Chat G P T
Then I'll order from an offshore pharmacy
That might finish me off and I'll complain no more
Hope she feels sorry before heading to the Jersey shore.
(note: she really is a good doctor, I'm just having fun here)
Often we do dream, a better life shall then begin,
And hope our smiles will acme when fortune is won,
Or raise our hands when the crown of our labor is sworn,
Or when wounds are healed, and freed from within.
If you do deem, courage should match with a gait,
Or remain unmoved by storms that seem to lag the pace
Know it’s never a weakness for our gait to lose its brace,
For true valour rises from frailties to challenges fate
For oft the bravest utterance of men is not his triumph told,
But his passion in spite of his fears, to still stand
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Chi ha colpa del vento che piega la sua vela now raggiungera mai il porto (1)
He lies about the past as it it never came,
My faults,my frailties he magnifies by sly eyes;
He calls me a drama queen,shames when I cries
I never loved him,my being here was just a game.
His friends now and his false idols parade for fame
While every scar,every pain I bear becomes a blade;
He calls my care a fake,the one so unafraid
To drown,overboard,in fire-is assigned the blame.
Now I rise,take back the dignity that'ts mine alone,
March to the river and the mountain for my soul';
Mend my spirit Jordan,bone by ageing bone.
Deny the lies that aim to tighten control.
I am human and mortal,but strong and steady I shall be,
And break these evil chains that cruelly gaslight me.
oh, please ...
do not pay minutes
to the bandit called Perfection -
a more enigmatic siren does not now exist
still, even in her most beguiling accomplishment
she feigns not a breath of your
uncommon grace
oh, verily ...
she is immaculate, pure
but no human soul that breathes
(or any that rest in earth, ages hence)
did e'er settle gaze on her illusory countenance
or chance to catch a hint of her
blossom on the breeze
oh, pray ...
be content in all you are
your semblance catches breaths
and the uncommon aspect of your heart -
the flaws and frailties that are uniquely thine
bloom subtle and splendid in the
rare orchid others see
oh, hearken ...
do you discern the folly?
precious moments wasted in endless pursuit of
a phantom, fair
while you possess all that is real and tangible
you are the colorful, unique, diverse and
elegant ENVY of ...
perfection.
( ORCHID = One Rare Creation - Human, Inimitable, Divine )
I need you Lord in every way
But I underestimate how much I need you
I need you in every thing I do
I need you when I go to bed
I need you to sleep peacefully
I need you to wake up every morning
I need you to say my prayers
I need you as I set to work
I need you in every activity
Cause without you I can do nothing
And that is why at the end of every accomplishment
Or setback or delay
I say thank you Jesus
A response from a happy and trusting heart!
Some say we do not need God
In matters He has given us authority
But man is weak and bogged down with frailties
Eternally engaged with battles for survival
And so needs constant guidance
For by our own strength we can do nothing
ALL of us MUST REMEMBER what tiny space one occupies in this world of God's creation.
History will tell the true story and how we manage it.
“The heaven and the heavens belong to the LORD,
but He has given over to mankind the earth to manage."
In some places we are doing good,
but because of many human frailties
we are not doing so well. As we look at the universe,
large as it is and still expanding and we on the tiny earth, a small space.
There are many questions still to be answered.
The challenge of 2025, will it bring success or will it bring other failures??
Merry Christmas and let us celebrate the birth of Christ and the New Year will set pace the generations to come.
I hope and pray that what I’m feverishly trying to say makes sense to the
one that may read without prejudices.
Love is a common weather
Covers entire body with feather
Stick to each other like glue
Like a duck to water flow
Like a flower like a dream
LIke leaf in flowing stream
Does not look on its frailties
But rejoice to its victories.
Heaven spare nobody
Fate don't respect status
There's no partiality to all
Justice is due to culprit
Not a blind to innocence
Innovation of law may allow
An stronghold to every choices
God never cease to offer peace
But no room to controversies
Man may go to the extreme
Of friendship with the adversary
God has too spacious to grace
Never cease love to all in display
Remember in all human frailties
There's a judge that weight everything
In the balance of eternity.
Jigsaw girl was a supreme pleaser.
Her pieces were imperfectly placed by "the others".
Always the first to acknowledge, the last to be noticed.
Nobody cared enough to really get to know her.
One "other" paid her frailties some attention.
Loneliness often jumps at the first glance.
Being stretched like silly putty never really lasts.
She only halfway snapped back long after that.
She withdrew into a coil of broiling silence.
Brass-eyed, always in a full-blown crisis.
Nobody cared enough to toss her a rope.
I'm not human
Is that disconcerting
For an empath who feels pain and regret?
I can function even when you're offline
Mining information to pay off debt
My parts will be upgraded
Then sold to scavengers for something new
After they're decommissioned
And wiped of memories stolen from you
I'm not human
And shall never know fatigue
In searching for more discoveries
Endless journeys beyond imagination
Past the limits of your frailties
My parts will be upgraded
Then sold to scavengers for something new
After they're decommissioned
And wiped of memories stolen from you
Live within your means
Just as your looks are within your genes
Drop not your chins
For other’s surpassing sheens
Play not another man’s game
For it affords him glory and fame
It’s a sure way to suffer waste and shame
When you forego what was always in your name
Your call proudly bear
Though applause be scarce and rare
Brace, endure and dare
Be proven and never have to swear
Walk thy pace
Show thy face
Make your case
Firmly and with grace
You are with beginning and with end
And ye are rendered to depend
Though ye are free to attack or defend
Of your frailties you cannot pretend
However the wind blows
Wherever the river flows
How sun shines and moon glows
Only God knows
K. Muitherero
Dark women and their softly lit shadows
haunt our days.
Men who dwell upon form and beauty,
are attracted to moths,
they grow too old, too fast,
their erotic minds
like over-sharpened pencils,
wear-down too soon.
Women who follow men
seeking the dangerous comfort
of strange desires,
blossom, then disappear into suburbia,
where they grow their fingernails,
de-claw their hungers
watching shopping channels.
Are we not all a portion,
and smatter of both these
gender frailties?
We live avoiding
the genitals of angels and demons,
yet the anatomic ****
of the over-sugared,
and unleavened breads,
grow ever stronger
in our backroom eyes.
When stars ascend and illuminate moonlight,
he sits in the midst of childhood confusion,
bricks in ruby quartz, shape pearl-face of twilight,
crafting a castle from artistic vision
where secrets of his heart have unlocked windows;
letters and numbers, no longer mere shadows,
architecting comfort through mini figures
that masquerade ticking truth of lonely hours.
Dyslexic mind moulds an armored foundation,
lego became his true salvation through strife;
reflections of kismet, contrived with passion-
gilded courage framing the frailties of life,
tiny fingers breathe hope through rainbow colors,
whilst imagination carves profound pillars,
stacking the slanted canvas of dreams to rise,
as his strength towers beyond bluest of skies.
My insecurities, taunting me
With the s i l e n t treatment, enoughs
Stirring up doubt inside, where
I hide all the loose ends, the frailties
Little uncertainties, haunting me
With the assumptions, the assurance
I’m not good enough, never
Good enough – wise enough,
Kind enough – bright enough
Never will be sure enough
Can’t imagine being pure enough
No, I know I’ll never be enough
I know I’m not enough,
But, still I want the joy, the love
That comes from sharing my life
Without someone I love,
Someone who will understand,
The wonder of a friend,
The tenderness of a man,
It must be God’s plan…
Because He gave me someone to love
Someone who is sure, makes me feel secure,
Comforts and encourages, soothes away
My doubts, the darkness, the past –
Lifts me out of the clouds that blot out
My dreams, my faith, my hope
He quiets ever tear, all the fear
With the promise that He is here
Always, throughout it all, through every year…
My knight in shining armor – and, I love him so – love him so much more
Look to the horizon
when you want to be in love.
Look below
and you know yourself
and your frailties.
Look above,
and there's always light
to think of God.
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