Long Discipline Poems
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Discipline looks like cruelty sometimes,
We cringe at the thought of instructing our eyes,
What looks like control is merely correction,
To keep our hearts safely moving in loves direction,
It is not so much in the act as it is in the intent,
But we tend to automatically put up a defense,
Sometimes it takes us a long time to see,
Because our eyes can't see past it emotionally,
But when we come to grips past the defense,
Our hearts are free to love again,
So don't be defensive for too long,
Because when your offended, you give it the power to go on,
Take it for what it is, thank God that it came,
That he loved you enough to send someone to show you the right way,
And if you thought the persons intent was not for good,
That doesn't make a difference, because you were still shown the truth,
Those intentions are between God and that person,
Where their heart resides in their own personal relationship,
Learn to look past and see through,
Practice separating between the two.
You say you don’t know what abuse I’m talking about.
Like your hands are clean,
like your words were water and not gasoline on my skin.
Stop.
You know.
You were there.
You built the cage and then called it a home.
You called it “discipline.”
You called it “parenting.”
But I called it nights with my heart in my throat,
waiting for the next explosion from the man who taught me fear before he ever taught me love.
You say you don’t know.
I think you don’t want to.
Because if you name it,
then you own it.
If you own it,
then you’re guilty.
And guilt is heavy.
but not as heavy as the years you left on my shoulders.
Don’t act like memory is a trick.
I was there too.
I remember the slammed doors,
the insults flung like stones,
the way I swallowed my voice
because every word I spoke
was another target on my back.
You want me to doubt myself.
You want me to shrink again.
But I’m not small anymore.
I’ve grown around the burn marks.
I’ve learned to spit fire back.
So hear me now:
Your silence doesn’t erase what happened.
Your denial doesn’t scrub the blood from the floor.
You don’t get to gaslight me out of my own childhood.
You say you don’t know.
I say you do.
And I’m done carrying your secrets.
I’m done wearing your shame.
I’m calling it by its name
abuse
and I’m saying it loud enough that even you can’t pretend not to hear it.
what will you be remembered for when you have passed away?
what do you think most people will probably have to say?
what things would you like to be most memorialized about?
what things about you would your friends and family shout out?
what have you accomplished in life? what good works and deeds have you done?
where you a devoted servant of God or a disobedient one?
what significant mark on this world do you hope to leave?
will there be anyone around who for you will mourn or grieve?
will you have touched any souls or enriched any minds?
what type of lasting and living legacy will you leave behind?
when it comes time to take that final ride in that black stretch limo
what of your life's accomplishments will you want people to know?
for as naked as the day that you first appeared on this earth
what bare facts do you wish people would remember about you first?
a lasting and living legacy, your entry in the book of eternal life
will it be a legacy as a disciple of the Lord Jesus Christ
to have been a member of the family of the Most Holy Lord
to have been one who was called to come and get aboard
for you can't bargain, you can't scheme and to Him you cannot bribe
to have a place in God's heart where only truth and goodness reside
so as you travel your life's journey keep God always on your mind
don't sweat the small stuff not buy into the devil's lies
now turn to your sons, to your daughters, nieces and nephews
the future generation you need to reach out to
the children, the continuous legacy of our very lives
our children, the next generation of servants for Jesus Christ
introduce them to the Lord and leave a faith in them so strong
show them that your life was a living testimony to the Kingdom of which you belonged
let the children know that God has given them love, power and self-discipline
show them that there's nothing to fear but fear in the end
help them discover the gift to them that God did give
their true purpose, passion and destiny for which they should live
tell them that this faith has always been in your family
the inheritance of belief a lasting and living legacy
pass the baton of faith so your memory will keep on living
fan the flame of faith that which to you God has given
a strong belief system that you will pass on down the line
by living and leaving a legacy that will be remembered for all time
Tick tock says the clock
Time to
Walk, talk,
exact
pain or gain
says the clock
Pray you don't fall prey
slack mouth lacks
Wanting no seizing
From season to season
No reason for ridicule
A reason for a silence
Resilience, shame
Tamed fame, no frame
Fascinating
Pain; Playing victim
All time while
medicine to heal
Ease on you
Gain; Territory expands
Gratitude and love
Yield bountifulness
Walk; In others
Others walk
So in you
Clothes covers scars
Lay your bed
So you lay on it
Talk; To others
Others talk
So to you
Respect is
To be
Reciprocated
Prey; Begging for attention
To be valuable
Discriminating
Unaware of self
Uniqueness
Slacking; Unused brain
Speaking
clones
laziness
Instead
Observing
Flapping
flutter's you
Lacking; Self confidence
Discipline
Brings denials
Attaining
Acquiring
Restricted
Wanting; Instant gratification
Losing focus
Settling for anything
Granted desires
Seizing; Always consistent
Taking without
Reciprocating
Updated version
Of snatcher
Swiftly
snitches get stitches
Season; goes around
Comes around giving
What you gave
Relentlessly
Unapologetic-ally
Reason; for living
Decision to make
Consequences
You see clear
Before
Action
Reaction
Ridicule; Bulling the bull
Ought
Take by horn
A worthwhile
Ride
Love don't cracks
Ego does
Pride
Sacrifice
Power
Silence; smooth in action
Fast
soundless in nature
Powerful
Creation
Liberation
Hesitation
Resilience; Attitude say all
Gratitude
Gateway
Misfortune
Gave
Up
Shame; Indifference
passableness
Gain
Pains
Mindset matters
Time reviews
Tamed; trained
easier to control
Master no craft
Slave to others
self motivations
Survival mood
Fame; Without integrity
notability
Important
Dishonest
Division
Seekers
Frame; Physically portraying
Building
Lies
Manipulating
Minds
CLONES
Do as I say
actions matters
Fascinating; Alluring contents
Preys are so lovely
Be aware
Devourer
Insatiable
Bird eats ants
Ants eats birds
Live or die
Talk to inspire
Walk to heal
Says the clock.
Soldier
They march as one as a unit
With discipline they stand lucid
Into battle, they are ready
On a narrow path feel their furry
As bullets fly by
In combat they are brave in the sky
With courage in green they protect
For we will never forget
War is upon us all
All four branches in the military stand tall
In the desert there is difficulty
On the front lines it is bloody
With honor they protect with their lives
Silver in hand is sharp like a knife
For they are so far away from home
We acknowledge the sacrifices you made, you are not alone
Camouflage painted in green and black
We thank our soldiers for coming back
While the plains fly high in the sky
Our military troops fight, we will never say goodby
A lonely road is unforgiven
As Americans, we will lift your burdens
In closing I write this letter for you
In testimony I can’t thank you enough for what you do
Our enemies drew first blood
With armer and guns, we’ve all had enough
To all those who have fallen hard
We give back with honor a purple heart.
It has been a long journey under the sun
Lay down the violence for it is done.
Two sources of light and life still abide.
Know that our God holds the Sun in the sky -
downright dependable, dazzling and dry.
Yet Sun's light at times, the clouds seem to hide,
Two sources of light and life still agree
deceit and denial draw down in part
curtains to cover the Son's place in my heart.
The Son's light is veiled by clouds formed in me.
Two sources of light and life still attest
to power from God, when doubts dim the spark.
His Son's light shines fast dispelling the dark,
Discipline is done, dominion addressed.
Two sources of light and life still alight
on doldrums of dread, dismay and disease.
It is God who holds on when the mind's light
says goodbye and awareness takes its ease.
22 Jan 2015
Comfort rise
No enemies
For centuries
God reward
To help us push forward
Keying with heart
Is a worthy art
Second chance at life
Never chose to think twice
Through courage you have witnessed
True forgiveness
My beautiful destroyer of sin
Travel the world to see what should have been
Shine for your Savior
Welcome your adventure
Heal the broken hearts
Who bared the marks
Through imbalance
Find balance
Ease the shakiness
Enjoy your happiness
Self discipline
No more sins
Prayers referred
Through love you were heard
Feeling complete
You are now firm on your feet
No worries to your future
We pardon the sutures
Hard at work
Equal perks
Perfection through song
When notes belong
God wins
It begins
A death I have carried since youth—
not the grave’s hush,
but the slow unfastening
of all that was false in me.
Each dawn, a small surrender:
the tongue bridled,
the anger banked,
the shadowed thought laid bare
before the Father of Lights.
I have walked with this inward dying
as one walks beside a stern companion,
learning its counsel—
that faith without its burial
is faith without breath.
For the world woos with crowns
that fade like grass in scorching wind,
but the soul grows only
where it lets go.
So I have lived with death
as with a discipline—
its quiet blade
paring away the double mind,
till what remains can stand upright
and call itself whole.
If this, then, was my long death,
blessed be the One
who taught me to lose myself,
that I might finally live.
9 may 2015 7:59 PM
When a baby is born they cry tears of life
Their daddy cries tears of joy as he kisses his wife
When they are small and get burned by the stove they cried tears of a hard lesson learned
When they misbehave they cry tears from discipline stern
First loves kiss then first heart break brings tears of pain as the soul is torn
Tears of joy when their own children are born
Tears of dissappointments to many to count
Lost jobs and opportunities that didn't work out
Old and worn and waiting to die
tears of longing and wondering why
Each tear carries with it a moment of their life so listen, have compassion and understand when they cry
The raw delight and
wonder of an eager
child-poet lay scattered
across the floor.
A baby's coo squeals from
the aging pages babbling
forth childish nonsense while
tired cliches wind lazily through
trite rhymes lacking lyrical luster.
Still, each precious verse endears
me to the memory of a precocious
youth when poetry was simple
and an unspoiled world
lay bare age old secrets
calling out to be discovered.
Author's commentary:
I don't remember what inspired me to write my first poems, but there was always something about
language. Something profound, something powerful, something pure.
I had no natural talent, and thankfully I didn't know it for I might have given up.
But eventually, and by sheer accident, I pieced together something that worked proving
poetry is not reserved solely for those with the predisposition but is also born of
passion, study, and discipline.
It was 15 years of frustration and tears as poem after bad poem was ripped to shreds by
seasoned writers with invaluable, albeit sometimes harsh, advice before I created anything
worthy of being read. But I am in love with poetic art so have persevered with humility
and gratitude in the face of rejection until finding a rhythm of my own. And though a bit
of time may sometimes pass before I am moved to write again, the words eventually spill
forth, and with a bit of luck and ingenuity, I will write a profound piece of insightful
prose stirring pride in the hearts of my mentors whose opinions I hold so dear.
For me, it has never come easy but with a deep-rooted love for the art and an obsession
for one day authoring a single, perfect verse, I hope to be unified in spirit with the
ghosts of poets past inspiring and encouraging others to keep the craft alive.