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WHAT IS A WOMAN
A woman is someone who reveres God and His laws above all else.
She knows wisdom, honor and dependability are more valuable than money or possessions.
She knows that respect is earned and fear is not respect.
She knows that true beauty comes from a gentle spiriit and a kind heart and she is known
for her goodness, patience and compassion.
She is aware of her responsibilities and performs her duties happily with pride in a job well
done.
She strives to teach these qualities to her children.
She loves her husband and her children and is faithful to both striving to be a source of pride
to them.
What is a woman?
She is the backbone of the family.
She is the heart of the house teaching patience, love and virtue.
She is the glue that holds the family together.
Judy Ball
In this world of so much insecurity
we need an anchor for our soul
one of dependability and trust
that is certain complete and whole
No man can fit this task
all have fallen short of the mark
but there's one that came from heaven
showing His light to brighten our dark
The Lord almighty sent His only son
Jesus Christ God incarnate
came to be our only saviour
of this world He did create
This saviour is the only one
that you can truly really trust
for His promises are for real
never again will you go burst
So trust in the Lord your God
hold on for He truly loves you
wishing to stick by your side
one who remains wholly true
( "just Remind ourselves God is trustworthy.")
With mental arms, I gather up the reasons
Why I love you .....
Our season came in springtime
You did not intend to be my knight
No white steed, nor heroic plan
Just a man....
But like a tree, standing tall
When seasons came, to swallow whole
You wrapped strong limbs around me
And kept me safe
A shelter strong and deeply rooted
Of which the leaves are songs,
A lyric quiet and soft and gentle
With cradled moments to let me lean
Then, with tender breeze
That pushed me into the sun...
Painfully young, and damp behind our ears...
And at the edge of jagged worlds unknown
We took the dare and leaped, without a glance...
With little chance...that we would survive the fall...
But like young birds, we soared, ...you made me sure
Your wings were spread, you led me in the glide...
With dependability, faithfulness, security, kindness...
And as a man.....not a complicated man,
Perhaps, rather ordinary, from another's point of view...
The view from here, ....so high, we flew...
Has always been quite grand....
With capable, weathered, calloused, caressing hands...
You caressed our lives, ....my own, and those of our children..
Keeping us safe....for all these years...
And taking us on a glorious ride, on wings that fly...above the highest trees...
To a land, where love knows no end...
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We’re playing the long game.
We share things, we’re lovers,
we slip in and out of each other’s lives
like jackets hanging on the back of a door.
Relationships are like instruments,
they must be played, kept in tune,
the carnal and the corny balanced,
carefully, like sections of an orchestra.
Sometimes, I feel that I have to bring the energy,
BE the entertainment - and I can do that - in spades
but not forever - I’m not a tireless-giver - in fact,
I'm atavistically Parisien (we admit loving nothing).
I’m learning that when a relationship’s conducted,
at great remove, the basics - like punctuality,
dependability and preparation - become a big deal.
When I’m in an optimistic headspace, I think we can do it,
maybe, that we know what we want and who we are.
That we’re playing the long game
Old men in blue jeans
Dungarees – that’s what they were called,
heavy, blue denim, metal button fly -
form that followed function. The “cuffs” were
rolled up because inseam sizing and “pre-worn”
softened and frayed only occurred if you got
them from an older sibling.
Time has a way of softening things, Dungarees
included. They shaped themselves to your needs,
became one with your movements, stayed with you
through the tough times, went to town with you,
wore the scars and tears of youth moving forward,
taught the lessons of toughness and tenderness,
of reliable, responsible, dependability.
The clothes did not make the man, the man gave
meaning to the clothes, imbued them with his ethic,
his love, his success and failures, stood with him
in welcome rains and barren fields. The jeans,
flannel shirts, boots, weathered face - caught
between an ever present grin and grimace -
awaited each sunrise with a purpose.
The blue jeans are now faded by age,
highlighted by wear and tear, creased
in the rutted way of old roads – necessary
but untended. They offer the comfort of memory’s
warm embrace, the unspoken bond of a friendship
shaped by the demands of life.
They still walk together, these old men and their
blue jeans, more slowly but no less proudly,
for they have grown old together and know
that “the clothes did not make them men”.
John G. Lawless
1/1/2015
Written: October 3rd, 2023
"Man is graced as he loves, and love never fails. This river will lead life to its afar haven, where they can relish halcyon days and starry nights." By Poet
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Palmy trees swing in an idyllic sway
An utopian demesne of a pacific day,
A cheerful golden haze opines the fray
In quiet times, quixotic people stay.
Halcyon is an avatar in a mythic tale
Upon the sumptuous settlement of scale,
Provides a tranquil, timeless charm
To this delightful and tranquil farm.
Harmony and empyrean poise the spirit
In silence, the tide slows without limit,
In happiness, birds buzz and sing,
A balmy nexus around serene swings.
In a sunlit setting, silence still lulls.
It strips any slots and succors its hulls.
Be at ease, pacific, sedate, and quiescent.
Silence prevails, ariose and fluorescent.
Tranquility reigns with composure and hush.
Pacification whispers. No need to rush.
Unleash the worries; calm will imply
In peaceful quietude, solace will descry.
Quietly, the halcyon beings dwell,
In this serene and tranquil spell.
Pacifying breeze and calming sea,
Bestow a brain of blithe and believability.
Delectation, demureness, dependability
Decry mind vastness in this idyllic reality
Mollify the restless soul, taciturn, and bestill.
Heal inner stress and serenity with a chill.
Lackadaisical in the thick night, with no voice,
Allow peace whispers, fly, and sedate choice.
Relieve the anxious heart, restore peace,
After a serene start, never let calmness cease.
HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY
Let’s imagine the world without women
Life may certainly cease, big chasm to all men
Children may derail on paths, no guidance
Young ladies’ modesty may not be enhanced.
Who’re the most supportive and loving wives?
Who’re the most caring mothers?
Who’re good and helpful friends?
Who’re the sweetest daughters and sisters?
Cheer women! YOU are all the answers!
You play so many great roles here on earth
You possess indomitable spirit to offer
Unwavering sacrifices that had proven your worth.
We celebrate you today and give you honor
Thanking your bright lights, joys and laughter
You’re all crowning beauties in and out
Queens, princesses and true love in everybody’s heart.
Cheer women! YOU are good leaders and followers
Working areas to home - so talented and responsible
You’re epitomes of neatness and orderliness
Paradigms of dependability with determination to success.
Happy Women’s Day to all Women of the World!
By your vocations and professions, you’re all achievers
You’re noble heroines in every society’s corner
In all spots of earth’s garden you are colorful flowers.
Women, may you always be in good health
Patience and strengths in all your commitments
May you always be blessed and empowered
By God’s everlasting grace as His men’s co-disciples.
March 29,2022 8:08pm
TRIBUTE TO WOMEN
Contest Judged: 4/22/2022 9:26:00 PM
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Place 1
Carrie
Sentimental and sassy, reasonably realistic, soundly grounded
Daughter of polar opposites, wife of a patient man,
mother of three unique comedians
Lover of sincerity, loyalty, dependability
Who feels passion for family, compassion for the unfortunate,
and feels time passes too quickly
Who fears being inadequate, being a burden, or living beyond my loved ones
Who would like to see yesterday again, tomorrow's sunrise,
and to view them all with fresh eyes
Resides in a valley beneath a volcano, on an oak-covered California hillside
Richards
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For Bio Contest Sponsored by Regina Riddle
In honor of Carol ~ Sunshine ~ Brown's Contest: "Life These Days"
I have nothing against resting but lately I'm feeling a change that is directed
towards the lack of action, that I can never take when I rise at the sound
of the engine's roar.
I have become too complacent with the way I am doing things. I
am craving more! not for status, but more for security.
And even more for dependability.
I want to do something that can make everyday feel like a good workout.
It may be a small task or a big project, perhaps fixing a minor bug, but I will
take that over just sitting for hours waiting for the afternoon to come.
It gets boring not putting the body to work but it gets highly boring not making your mind try to work.
Being a Black Man
Reflection of one
The need to be loved and admired
The representation of Determination
Survival on responsibility
Being supported through a family
Born Leader in take charge
Family Component
Storms of uncertainty
Wonder into realize
Respect vibe
Sometimes beaten, torn and worn
The need to fight
A fall down with a get up
Struggles mount with no count
Dependability
Society wants the Black Man to crawl and bend
Opposition wants, but Black Man principles won’t.
Society wants the Black Man to step back
The Black Man was created by a higher calling being purpose
Virtues in the honor
Sometimes the Black Man feels alone
No back up, but own thoughts within
Strong body, but weak in the mind
The wonder if assurance still lives
The survival way
To have or have not.
The Need, Desire, Fulfill
At times, it seems the Black Man is drowning in fate
Suddenly, inner strength brings the Black Man to the surface
Eyes like a spotlight on the Black Man in “Do you know what you want in life?”
Black Men are who they were meant to be
They must feel it and achieve it
Always the assumption interpretation in observation
Judged on looks and not character
Yet the Black Man continues to stand
A must.
Holding onto pride being the Black Man
The Try, Can, Will and Shall
Never easy theory
The Black Man Image
The thought being privilege
Sustaining
No matter what
All Black Men speak
Defeating conquer
Into overcome
Black Man today and well into everlasting.