Be the blessing in the way people rejoice
When you bless their day
With compassion and empathy in vivid voice
To wipe away rows of sorrow from their lives every Saturday.
Be the blessing in the way people smile in a mile
Despite the pain that tears their lives
Asunder as misery reigns supreme for a while
Destabilizing the carriage of their marriage with noxious knives.
Be the blessing in the way people face
Challenges that singe and steal their peace
Of mind, rendering them impotent to address
Mundane missions and routines as habitudes of fortitude decrease.
Be the blessing in the way people handle
Queues and dews of obstacles and oracles
Predicting dark days that fondle
The trajectory of restless receptacles to imprison them into cantakerous cubicles.
Categories:
habitudes, poems,
Form: Free verse
Boys in their fathers’ moulds grow
Recycling habits and tidbits seen
Enacted as fathers punches at mothers throw
As fathers’ tantrums grow mean.
Boys in domestic settings grow well mannered
Aping fathers who set mellow manners’ templates
Boys replicate to avoid growing ill-mannered
When in future homes meals wives serve on peace plates.
Boys imbibe fathers’ Bible of Attitudes
Embracing silence and balance
Gleaned from meek fathers’ habitudes
That shy away from insolence insistence.
Boys braggart they become
If home templates preach arrogance
Whereas stable husbands in a future home
Grow from cultures promoting peace with a wife’s dance.
Categories:
habitudes, poems,
Form: Free verse