Complexities
message
within
simple rhyme
The shortest
route taken
to phrase
and define
What others
may see
but will struggle
to feel
Each word
chosen simply
like spokes
on a wheel
That turns
and spins freely
no gears
to obstruct
And rolls
ever forward
its path
to instruct
One day
to remember
as you sit there
alone
In foreign
confusion
the rhyme
— takes you home
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If The Shoe Fits ...
You lurk
in the shadows
voyeur
that you are
And wait
to pass judgment
from safely
afar
Your hands
never dirty
your alibi
clean
In a larcened
attempt
to steal
other’s dreams
You prey
and you stalk
behind words
you make up
To slash
from behind
with a knife
that won’t cut
But herein
you’ll die
as the silence
forays
To rot in
self-loathing
yourself
— to betray
(Dreamsleep: June, 2026)
The Privilege of being a Mother —
Is lent — not owned — by Time —
A Stewardship of tender Hours
And Courage — born of Mind —
Keep them — from Driving — till you must —
The World — is swift — and loud —
Let Fields instruct their earliest Steps —
By Bush — and Leaf — and Cloud —
Empathy — a quiet Bread —
Compassion — poured like Wine —
They learn — by how you pause — and feel —
The bruise — before the Sign —
The River tutors — patiently —
How many Trees — agree —
To bow — and go — the faithful Way —
From Root — to restless Sea —
They are — as Clouds — that borrow Form —
Here — briefly — then — no more —
You lift your eyes — they pass — You by
Their Sky — has changed — some More —
So hold — with Hands — that know release —
And Hearts — that dare — to stay —
For Love — is strongest — when it learns
Your part — that Lets them — Go —
Stop explaining—Soft the Tongue,
When Deafness wears a Crown—
The Ear that chooses not to hear
Is Tyrant of the Sound—
The Truth has feet—it walks alone—
Needs not a pleading Guide—
It knocks—but if the Door be sealed,
It passes—unapplied—
To argue with determined Night
Is to instruct the Dark—
The Sun expends no Reasoning
To justify its Spark—
Your Meaning is not made more pure
By Bruising it with Prayer—
The River is not altered by
The Thirst that waits in Air—
Be still—The Pearl explains itself
To those with Eyes to see—
The rest may clutch their chosen Shade
And call it Mystery—
Withdraw your Voice from barren Fields
Where Echo will not grow—
Consent no more your Soul be spent
On those who will not know—
For Silence is the Final Shield
When Hearing is a Wile—
And Peace—does not persuade the World—
It simply—wears its Smile—
I cannot reveal all my sins,
only God knows their damage
and the gravity lying within.
It is a list filled to overflowing
Greater than the unredeemed and unknowing.
But in humble penance,
God pours in grace,
bringing back an ancient purity,
a reflection of love and tenderness,
reborn in traceless sincerity.
So now I watch all my words,
I tame the body and its impulses,
letting silent conscience instruct me,
teaching me what virtue knows.
I entrust myself to God’s hand
that guides me in everything,
I strip my mind of all vile thoughts and vice
And live anew, blessed on the shores of Paradise.
Chivalry is a relic of the past.
The era of fair ladies and noble chivalry appears long gone. Men board buses and trains, and in cramped passageways, they rudely instruct women—especially on the freeway—to move aside and stop delaying traffic.
Yet, the fair ladies of today are no longer timid; they refuse to be wallflowers and often display inflated egos. In response to this assertiveness, men resort to labeling them as whores, es, and witches.
Women, let us not bow our heads or apologize. Chivalry has faded away because men have become broken giants, struggling with their own shortcomings. Weak by nature in their arrogant behavior, they seem trapped in an endless cycle. The question lingers: when will it come to an end? Who do they think they are, mere dust from falling stars?
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance
and of my cup thou maintainest my lot.
The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places
yea I have a goodly heritage I will
bless the Lord who has given me counsel
my reins also instruct me in the night seasons
I have set the Lord always before me
because he is at my right hand I shall not be moved
Therfore my heart is glad and my glory rejoiceth
my flesh shall rest in hope!
On many endeavors which I’ve undertaken,
a significant amount of my time was spent.
Explaining things to avoid being mistaken,
later to hear “But Tom, I thought you meant”.
Time spent reworking isn’t time well spent,
so I endeavor to cover all bases before starting.
Misunderstandings, I always try to prevent,
and before starting, completing comparting.
So I’m forced to instruct each person alike,
so that upon completion I won’t have to vent.
Unless the end result is to to my dislike,
and I quickly say, “money wasn’t well spent.”
“As senior rooster ’round here, it’s my duty, and my pleasure, to instruct junior roosters in the ancient art of roostery” ~Foghorn Leghorn
Foghorn Leghorn
didn't need a bullhorn,
he had an egotist's way
of saying what he had to say.
If Pearl misbehaves
throws fits, rants and raves
What of the parents who raise her
If Johnny can’t read
or do simple math
What of his teachers who instruct him
If Darryl kills a man at age 14
After robbing him blind
What of the system which releases him too soon
Where’s there no supervision or accountability, little teaching, less review
the quality products turned out number between zero and a few
civilian
thoughts and washed plates possibly?
that you own my country or an answer
of assembly and ranks i am unfile-able
above too cream, too polished for beams
an irish american from ireland
and i was saying
this is how we created allow you to learn
i a loud and happy
by bellows and bass
the inordinate coordinate reflex
of my speech is war confronted you, when
yes i am a military measure writer
that describes the universe you inhabit
i am under no obligation to the allegiance you die from
nor is description legal from me to you to use
only as a legitimate means not to condescend
how much power i wield
my influence over earth's fertile blanding
while time came about you all failed us.
we sought to instruct yet the civil war is you
i am general assembly, good day
plagiarism is attempting to earmark theft of my treasury notes
Give me a moment while I expound
on a principle our friend Newton found.
Every time you execute an action,
you cause an equal, opposite reaction.
In my way of thinking, this 'ol universe
works backward - kinda in reverse.
Everyone should do what I want them to,
but I find just the opposite is true.
When I instruct my kid, and say "do not".
He only hears "do". The "not" he forgot.
That's not just the way it is with a kid,
adults, too, don't like anyone to forbid.
In my imagination, I can clearly see
just how I'd like everything to be.
For example, say, I want to get that date,
with my crush, but she won't cooperate.
Then, when my interest starts to wane,
now, she begins a romantic campaign.
Her attraction for me starts to grow,
equal to how much I hit the brakes to slow.
Based on Isaac Newton's bright ideology,
maybe I should use reverse psychology;
but that would drive me out of my head.
So, I'll let people be themselves instead.
Important happenstances continue to echo
in future life also.
Might be attenuated in pitch
reduced in slow decay.
being filtered with passage of time
My Dad was my Idol, Philosopher and Guide
to inspire, instruct, direct and protect me.
His advices continuously echo in my mind
on same strength without losing intensity .
'Echo Filtering Reality' at least failed in this aspect
I strictly follow all his instructions
throughout my life till date.
His blessings and affection showering me
all along echoing in my soul, just unfiltered.
The voices of my Dad to echo in my ears
not fading with Time but guarding me at every step.
You and I are so much more, created in Yah's likeness
Perfect, rare, priceless and special
Unique, extraordinary, gifted and talented
Called to complete a mission, an assignment filled
With adversaries, temptation, adventure and victory
You and I were given the freedom of choice to be a part of history
To be written into the next generation's story whereby we gave the Creator glory
What an extraordinary story for the next generation
To hand down praises, worship and thanksgiving
To the Divine Omnipresent, Omnipotent One who created all living things
You and I are forever striving to be our best
Always willing to complete and partake in every earthly test
Trusting others to instruct and guide us through every trial
Emotions, feelings, anxiety and fear
I agree sometimes this calling doesn't seem fair
But isn't it right to say, "I would rather be called and chosen
Than be exempt and exiled from the Creator's Heavenly Kingdom"?
Alana and all who follow
Especially those with fearful hearts,
“Be strong, do not be afraid
Even though to fear may seem easy
Or even automatic- The Divine Father
Will guide and instruct you although
You might not realize it readily!
Regardless of what the eyes may see
And despite the human shell which
you think of as you
your real self which is hid from
mortal view, cannot be hurt-
it is more like the Jelly Fish
than the lobster
They wrote this play to target
folk like us to be together.
Anyone who share these types of interest
would find this worthy of paying
money to see.
It's a neither lacks excitement or meaning
instead it combines them both
with the popular detail that makes
something entertaining and great.
The play set it self uses a three room set
and a laboratory set where
the actors engage into the exciting skits
of know thingness
that fuses a storyline
which creates villans and heroes
allowing the folky people create
the narritive which
might instruct the audiences
sense of what's happening.
The guy wears a mask and stands
to distance him slef
while another man who knows whats going on
and he knows why it's going on so he
engages into foolishness with no purpose.
He dawns the same mask and stay's in the distance
too. The badguy mask wearer is looking for
the secret formula: he knows who has it
and he know's where it is. He must get close enough to
retreive the formula which he beleives to be his.
Goodluck Production company in collaberation with
Break a leg Drama Inc.
and VerbArea Music Company. Border and Cuclorama
Direction and Staff.
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