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"WHERE EVER WE ARE BORN,
WHERE EVER WE MAY LIVE!
WE ARE ONE - WE UNDERSTAND!"
We stand together against injustice.
We don't discriminate, we stand for each one in society.
We love, we understand, we cooperate.
We never hesitate in extending help.
We never calculate, we don't follow give and take.
We are intelligent, we work hard.
We are the best!
YES! WE ROCK!
STILL THERE ARE A FEW CHANGES, WE NEED TO MAKE OURSELVES FLAWLESS AND PERFECT!
(My personal understanding and analysis.)
It's not an advice; just for you!
It's equally applicable to all and to me too!
Twitter, Facebook, Instagram,
We are more into living a virtual life.
Wake up and come out dude!
And be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Money and Gadgets and Comfort and Ease,
Let’s not be so focused, ruthless and selfish!
Live your life and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Technology, Knowledge and Expertise is our asset,
Let’s not treat elders as liability, junk and illiterate!
Respect them and just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Live ins and Relations are trending,
Let’s also maintain limits and dignity set by the society.
Freedom and Integrity....... and be FLAW - FREE!
Yes, we are the voice, we know our rights.
Responsibilities!...let's not lag behind!
Just do your due and be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Fear less, Straight forward, logical or may be a bit rude,
We speak up for justice on many issues.
And may be reactive and immature!
We have got better brains, Come on let’s put it to better use!
And just be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
Drugs, Smoke and Drinks; that’s a fad…an essential part of THE Swag!
Maintaining moral values and ethics is necessary to save us from fall and defeat.
Open your eyes and keep climbing to be FLAW - FREE!
Let's be! Let's be FLAW - FREE!
What about Inner satisfaction, Self respect, Fame and Dignity?
YES, not to others! In the end we are answerable to ourselves at least!
Look into the mirror and say, we are FLAW - FREE!!
YES! PERFECT AND FLAW - FREE!
Date: 25th December; 2020
YOUR ADVICE TO THE YOUTH POETRY CONTEST
SPONSORED BY: EDWARD IBEH
There resided in an Orphanage, called Blessedville
Lovely girls whose names are Charitybelle,
Faithgayle and Hopedelle.
They are best friends and in prayer they are aligned
Asking God to give them adoptive parents who are kind…
Yet they must wait for guardians with good heart and mind.
One day, their home was visited by Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion
Giving all children food supplies, and for each one, a school-provision
As they announced their adoption-related decision.
They planned to adopt two girls who are cheerful
So all children have become more responsible and dutiful
Including Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are hopeful.
“We want all of you to be part of our choice”
Said Mrs. Grace Kompassion, “so now rejoice
And answer our question without making a noise.”
Mr. Merc Kompassion smiled with delight
Stating, “Just do what is right and write without fright
To make us know that you are the great child in our sight.”
Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion asked each child for recommendation:
“Among all of you, what two names can you give as suggestion
To be included for our family expansion?”
Each child wrote one person including own name
But not Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle who are the same
In not placing their names for their full claim.
Charitybelle considered Faithgayle and Hopedelle for the best
Faithgayle mentioned Hopedelee and Charitybelle to be blest
While Hopedelle noted that Charitybelle and Faithgayle are the greatest.
Because of the love* they showed for each other
Charitybelle, Faithgayle and Hopedelle were adopted together
And Mr. and Mrs. Kompassion became their father and mother.
Until now, they visit Blessedville Orphanage with eagerness
Expressing that they thank the Lord for His graciousness
Making them belong to a wondrous family of joyfulness.
*1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him.
Tristich in Rhyme midst Narrative form
April 7, 2023
1st place, "Write a Sweet Fairytale For Children with a Good Outcome Ending; Nobody gets hurt" Poetry Writing Contest; Sponsored by BJ Legros Kelley; judged on 5/6/2023.
From the deep dark corners of my brain I strain to bring to the surface
the answers I've locked deep, so deep within...Like the matter inside lava in a volcano..my brain, OH !..It hurts, it hurts to dig deep.
I can't seem to reach deep enough for this stuff called wisdom to answer these tough questions I've faced, interlaced in the place where my brain is in this head that sits upon my shoulders.
There it sits like it serves the sole purpose of housing this delicate machine they call brain. Mine is filled with wisdom, but like a deserted kingdom that seems so desolate until it's needed. Then it comes to life like the city lights on a friday night. Flashing, flickering...what does it all mean, my eyes are burning the cogs are turning in this machine, questions are firing from the canons of life, the sounds are threatening my very wellbeing ! These questions need to be answered, to leave ignored is just not an option...they need to be sorted, sorted in order, there's too many questions awaiting an answer.. So I dig deep to search for that wisdom, don't let me down right now I need you, don't let me drown or I have to ask what is your purpose..Why do you sit there laying dormant while I am in torment !
I can't take anymore questions so I dig deep to awaken that wisdom, I need you right now to take care of these questions, that line up for answering - line up for battle. Ready to fight, they don't like wisdom- Wisdoms too dominant, like a warrior ready for war...A war in my brain, the hurt the strain.. I pay the price heavily for each one of these battles, when questions are resilient and don't want to be answered, combined with wisdom that won't take no for an answer. The battle is fierce, questions are running for cover, hiding in every corner and crevice- an annoying menace, that needs to be dealt with and brought tumbling down.. Wisdoms too staunch and won't back down.
The battle is bloody and takes a heavy toll, the rebellious questions heads begin to roll..out ooze the answers they've been guarding so tightly , not giving up lightly..but there they lay exposed and ready to be absorbed into the recesses of my brain...Wisdom wins out again !
. Many others have been crucified before Him and after Him. During the Roman Empire, it was a normal execution process. So Jesus was not afraid of the physical pain but it’s one thing that He has never ever tasted in His entire life. He never knew sin. His struggle was the struggle to take sin. I mean He is so holy. Sin to Him is awful. His struggle was to take sin upon Him. Something that turns His entire being against what He wants. That was His struggle when He was praying. He never wanted sin but every time He looked at that cup, He saw you and I. That cup of salvation for us. Every time He looks at it, it represents all of creation that has fallen into sin. Finally love won. He loves us so much that He would take that cup and drink it. Love has stickability. When you love you love to the end. What a lot of people call love that is temporary. It has never been God’s love. When you love, you love right to the end. He saw all of us there and He took that cup and drank it. He was determined to become sin for you and I. When He went back into prayer to see all His disciples, everyone of His disciple was sleeping; there was no one who encouraged Him. When the Lord took the cross He had to take it alone. Now Jesus has a cross for each one of our life in the sense of His will but His yoke will be easy and His burden will be light. One of the most difficult things for a person to do is to die to selfishness. Jesus Christ when He had prayed, the moment He finished Judas led all the soldiers to Him. When all the soldiers came, they took him but just before they took him, His disciples tried to fight and Jesus asked them to put away the sword.
Matthew 26: 53 “Or do you think that I cannot now pray to the Father, and He will provide Me with more than twelve legions of angels?”
In the Old Testament, one angel could slay a whole army. He had at His disposal twelve legions if He wanted to. The Lord spoke and said, put away the sword. It tells us something. When they took Jesus, they tied Him up and led Him to Caiaphas the high priest.
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. We worked it out on paper and realized if we saved our ten cents a week allowance,
it would take years to pay for them, so we decided we needed to get a job. So began our
first enterprise ‘Hal and Elaine’s snow Removal.’
Each day after school we would go door to door offering to shovel the snow from
sidewalks and driveways for a fee of twenty- five cents. Each day we would return home
with our frozen hands clutching a quarter and our minds clutching the visions of those
bicycles as we prayed for snow once again.
Mom had taken a job working from home. Each night she would soak piles of
leather pieces to soften and stretch over balls of twine to stitch together the next day
making a baseball. She was paid five cents for each one that met their standards. Mom
stitched hour after hour, day after day until her fingers bled.
Dad would come home from Camp Borden after many hours of hard labor and
army maneuvers to have supper and make us giggle and laugh with his outrageous stories of
the day’s events. After supper he would leave again returning much later with red and blue
paint stains on his hands and a tired smile on his face.
The days flew by in a blur as we shoveled up and down the streets dreaming of
those bicycles that grew more solid with every quarter we put in our piggy banks. I would go
to sleep each night and ride through towns and cities and over hills and through valleys until
I heard the sound of buoy bells ringing in the harbor.
I would pedal faster and faster, knowing I was almost there. I could see my old
home just down the road. As the bells got louder, I would slowly awake to the truth as the
alarm clock wound down on the night stand. Once again I would head off for school and
stand daydreaming, peering at that gleaming bicycle in the window of the bicycle shop.
Suddenly – Christmas was almost upon us and we needed to buy mom and dad a
present, so we pulled the plug on the piggy bank and tool our loot, a total of four dollars each
to Woolworth’s
continued in part 3.....
Stop The Texts, Stop The Wrecks
In a facebook posting today, there is a most poignant episode of a senseless tragedy…
When Leslee Henson and husband David went out for a walk one day in their Utah community..
It was a just a peaceful outing, so perfect in an idyllic setting , and neither had any inkling…
Paradise land was about to be shattered to shreds, tragedy lurked in wait, unsuspectingly…
A speeding car with a flustered lady at the wheel, desperately multi tasking and texting on the go..
Speeding and texting, what a lethal combination, you and me, just about everybody would agree…
This fateful day, March 4, 2013, a sequence of tragic events is to unfold to impact all lives forever…
For astrologers and star gazers, they blame the juxtaposition of the sun, stars and planets forever..
This unfolding of life changing events that were destined to happen on that idyllic sidewalk started..
As the distracted lady driver in the speeding car, busily texting, slammed forcefully into the car ahead...
Poor Leslee Henson and husband David, they never knew how it happened until much later…
That hit car, it plowed into the loving couple, death to a loving husband, father and grandfather..
Plucky Leslee today is on a driven mission, even though she is a such pathetic sight to behold…..
What with head trauma, a fractured neck and back, and 5,000 stitches and staples in her skull…
With her neck in a brace, visible scars aplenty across her shaven head, what an impact she makes…
In spite of her grief and sorrow, this iron willed lady is sending out a most haunting message…
For each one of us, wherever we are stationed, immaterial of the actual location or nation…
All drivers, once behind the driving wheel of your car, you’re in control of a vehicle of destruction..
Be focused while on the road, do not be distracted by that phone, off the phone, mute its ringing..
With 9 deaths a day on the road from distracted driving, stop those texts, you’ll stop car wrecks!
http://www.faithtap.com/4707/woman-spreads-vital-message-about-distracted-driving/?v=1
There are some,
from birth are marked by melancholy,
The silent shades of sorrow,
are their congenial haunts.
The glades of grief are the only places,
their leaf can flourish.
Others, who through some crushing misfortune,
Being brought so low,
never holding up their heads again,
but go, mourning all the way to their silent graves.
Some, again,
disappointed in their early youth,
Either in some fond object of their affections,
or else in some project of their young ambitions.
Never can dare to face the world,
Shrinking from contact with their fellows,
Curling up their tendrils like the sensitive plant.
In all flocks,
there must be lambs,
The weak and wounded sheep.
Even among the flock of God, the Elect
It is the duty, of those of us,
who are freer than others,
Who found liberation from despondency of spirit.
Be very tender to the weak ones.
Far be it,
from the man of courageous disposition,
Being hard on those.
timid and despairing!
If we have a lion-like spirit,
let's not imitate the king of beasts,
Expressing cruelty,
on those timid fallow deer that fly before them.
Let us place our strength at their service,
Reaching out to help in protection of them. .
With downy fingers,
bind up the wounded heart,
On our hands,
gloves and bandage,
Being there nourishing their fainting spirits!
In this walk of life,
let the unwounded warriors bear their injured comrades to the rear.
bathe their wounds,
cover them from the storm of war.
Being gentle to those who are desponding!
Some deal with others,
roughly handed thoughtlessness,
"Ah," they say,
"if such a one is so foolish as to be sensitive, let him be."
Being sensitive,
timid and desponding is ill enough in itself,
without us being hard,
and cruel towards those who are so afflicted!
Go forth and do to others,
As you would that others should,
in your hours of despondency,
deal with you tenderly and comfortably,
so, deal tenderly and comfortably with them.
Lambs, wounded sheep,
Christ died for each one of them.
I wrote and read this poem at my grandmothers funeral.
While growing up, Toni; Steven and I
saw our Grandparents sacrifice,
so much of their own lives, without a fuss.
Along with our Mother, they did it just for us.
Though Grandpa he was called, he was our father
and in Mom and Grandma, we had two amazing Mothers.
We loved them with the clarity of a childs heart,
in each one of us, they became, so much a part.
Sadly, we have gathered together here today,
to say our final goodbye, to a wonderful lady.
Grandma was tough, she was stubborn and oh so loving.
She had about her, that special something.
That had every child in every neighborhood,
calling her Grandma, whenever they could.
I remember her ready laughter, at our antics,
and her guidance, by the seat of our panties.
The countless batches of cookies baked.
For each one of us, every year, our own special birthday cake.
The delicate Barbie and Troll doll clothes she made,
the big band music, on the stereo, she played.
The fragrant roses and brilliant dahlias, tended with care.
The home canned pears, who with the neighbors, she shared.
Then we grew up and though with Mom, we moved away,
Grandma and Grandpa, stayed in our thoughts every day.
Our sister Kristi was born and added to Grams happiness and pride,
then as if by magic, the years just flew by.
The four of us were having children of our own,
when Gram would hold them, her face fairly glowed.
Gram saw her great grand children grow into yong ladies and men,
Then came along some great, great, grandchildren.
I was always amazed, but never surprised,
how Gram, through the children, came alive.
Gram's whole essence was that of pure love.
So I firmly believe she has placed herself, in charge of the baby angels above.
She holds them in arms, that once embraced all of us.
She, herself, is held now in the arms of Jesus.
She is looking down upon us now, with a love untold.
Within her angels wings, she does now, all of us enfold.
In Loving memory of Margaret Sanford.
1918-2010
A Billion Soul Mates
By Rick Rucker
I don’t think that there’s one “soul mate,”
No more than there is a “perfect” date.
In searching for a match,
I easily found a glorious catch!
To say I love her, makes me a liar,
She simply set my Heart afire!
When I saw her, I felt Doom,
There she was, across the room,
I knew my Heart would not long last,
It would burn up very fast.
I saw her first, then she smiled,
Suddenly, my Heart went wild!
Her face was like a Vermeer painting,
Now, I was afraid of fainting!
I knew that I would fall in Love,
And said a prayer to those Above.
I was struck so hard by her beauty,
I forgot to do my “duty.”
In my hand, I held a rose,
But I was frozen, head to toes!
In front of me, the Love I seek,
Why can’t I get my tongue to speak?
Finally, with an effort heroic,
I tried to appear quite stoic,
And not drool all over her,
That we ate is still a blur,
The first thing that I recall,
When escaping from my thrall,
We were standing near her car,
The best date I’d had, by far.
As I watched her car leave,
‘Twas then that I began to grieve.
I knew I’d made the date a mess,
What she thought, I could only guess.
Driving home, I thought it through,
And decided what I’d do,
I’d not call her, in that way,
I wouldn’t have to hear her say,
That she’d not see me more,
Which would drop me to the floor!
After an agonizing week,
I called her, and in a voice quite meek,
And asked on another date,
“Yes,” her answer, I can relate!
A dozen more have we had since then,
We’re planning on what happens when,
We’ve become more than each other’s friend,
And we will be together ‘til The End!
And so, I’m trying to let you see,
That if a common guy, like me
Can find his Love, with this few dates,
There must be a billion “soul mates”
For each one of us,
A dozen on the next bus!
If you’ve not found her, don’t despair,
She’s just around that corner, there!
Courage
Courage gives us the strength to jump life's gaps
But the unknown road to courage has no maps
For most it stays locked away somewhere inside
They never discover that place where it finds to hide
Courage is locked away and the key to it they never find
Fear keeps them from the key hidden in a corner of their mind
The path of life has many a strange trail
Lacking courage is why many of us fail
I don't know where it is that courage has been stowed
It kind of follows along emotions tough road
Sometimes your conviction to anger it stops
Other times, right beside fear, it just plops
Courage takes no sides, no favorites that it plays
It can be impressive, or simple as a kiss some days
But courage lays there inside of us all
Waiting for each one of us to make the call
When we summon up courage to come to our aid
What most consider impossible, we see get made
Courage can be there in our darkest hours
But we must call on courage and make it ours
The simplest fact is that good or bad
All those life changing days we've all had
They put a marker on our path in life
We hope the next life change brings us no more strife
A hand full of days change us and makes us who we are
Shapes us into what we've become, and puts us on our par
It makes us what everyone sees and shapes how we speak when we talk
Put us on the path in life that we walk
They usually happen on big event days
Getting married, and our first kid changes our ways
But they happen on days that seem like nothing that day
Yet they can be so huge that they take our breathe away
The point is, courage is something that you can't buy
It's inside us, find it or don't there is no try
If we don't, if we are weak and we pale
If we don't find our courage, then we fail
Courage is required for everything we seek
Even more to win Love, for when there we're weak
The wind never catches in Love's sail
If we don't find our courage, even at Love we fail!