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The world could use more people like Nicholas Winton
Living to the age of one-hundred-six is amazing, but what he did to save hundreds of children from certain death will leave you stunned
A kind compassionate man from England and a stockbroker by trade
As Hitler and his war machine just before the start of world war two were about to start their raids
In Prague a large group of families had gathered in a large campo Winton with the aid of refugee workers was able to get six hundred children to foster families in Great Britain, truly a champ
Not only did he get them out but raised the money to make it happen
To accomplish such a feat a holiday should be named after him to salute what he had done
We should raise our glasses to the people that go out of their way to perform good deeds
We are only as good as our weakest link, let us all reach out to the people in need
I am sure that hundreds of relatives of the children Nicholas saved will do their part to make our world better
Let,'s all make the effort, we can all do it together
The school comes alive once more as the students return
to work towards fulfilling their goal with a purpose to learn
to choose a career path that makes their dreams come real
to embrace the curriculum with enthusiasm and zeal
when called all together to assemble as one family in the hall
the address of the principal you can hear when a pin fall
who clearly outlines the safety rules for everyone to follow
that no one will have any reason to live with regret tomorrow
every child is important as the weakest link of a chain
for the reason of attendance is that knowledge be their gain
The role of the teacher is a sacred bond for every student to see
who walk alongside the students to ensure what it means to be free
the student must see through the teacher's eye whatever being thought
that the twist of the future will be shaped by everything brought
Ringing the Peace Bell
Black
..............................lives matter
All
..............................lives matter
All
.............................beings matter
All are
.............................Sentient beings
......................Some beings are invisible
................Some sentient beings are hidden
...........All sentient beings are interdependent
.......All sentient beings share a common lineage
......Can we say humans are the crown of creation
....Or are humans of all creed just a link in the chain
....Note:- A chain is -- as strong as -- its weakest link
...somewhere..................alas..................somewhere
...humanity........................as......................humanity
...is testing.........................&.......................is missing
...its sense..................................................its wisdom
...its knowing...........................................its hard head
..thru war/battle....................................seems to forget
.wily- dirty politics..............................in key to existence
nay to common sense................…….compassion & oneness
in lust for power & superiority.…Missing is heart from the pic.
.....................................Ring in ~.
...................................the gentle bells
..................................Drops of Silence
..................................to deafen bombs
...................................how limit debate
....................................to Black/White
.................................................?¿
A long night to think about
about cutting people out of my life
the weakest link. A makeover for 2022
And release the tightness from my chest
Like a Maiden form bra, that drove a dent
Into my breast, what a release to let them go free,
My poem contains my spoken and unspoken thoughts
My island tongue you might pick up, throughout the read
This year was good to me despite the covid pandemic crisis
Yesterday I had a meltdown, this morning I seem focus to a point
To face some challenges, I can truly see some people
for what they are. (Bull ters)
Cleaning out my closet for my new found friends
I haven't cried much this year, though
I did less gambling, and more saving, (which is good)
Sadly, my sex life drops like the New York temperature to 0 degree
My poetry writing remains raw and original.
But somehow, my smile became a little friendly towards strangers
I think I am starting to like: The human race again
I still have a long way to go: to catch up with the thing called trust
a long night to think about my plus and minus.
I grow up loving my biblical stories, which I can related
To some of them, the weaker characters would always
Be eaten up by the stronger ones, being vulnerable allows
Some people to use us, giving up your self-worth,
Your power, for what? A moment in bed:
Did you heard me cried in my writing (no) ?
The question is not what you look at, but what you see...Thoreau (quote)
While, you look up in the ceiling, and ponders your thoughts, into sections:
The three parts of your brain, forebrain, midbrain and hindbrain help a lot,
Even though the hindbrain, made me think of this Hindman, the traveler, the soul seeker,
They will work together as a team, but weaknesses make them drift off into different direction.
Making me into believing that I don’t even know myself anymore,
Today is for me to listen to myself,
Goodbye my lover, hello new friends.
Every day it just gets more and more embarrassing, smh. The sad part about it is, the grass was gray (dead and withered) the first time, yet somehow people still believed gray grass was gonna somehow turn green the second time around. Truth be told, it is far worst. We are in Total Disarray! Like for real, how many signs of stupidity can you ignore? Smh. We really are the Weakest Link and the Dumbest Link. Barnum & Bailey at its finest.
With that being said, keep your seat belt buckled, cause every day we going for a ride.
And every day is like a malfunctioned Waymo car, running wild and loose with no order, no structure and no sense of direction.
All I can say is wheww chile! When this circus show comes to an end, there’s going to be sooo much to do and undo… like literally, SO MUCH!
when I look at all the data in regards to our youth and teens
the statistics are frightening and to me it seems
that our children are now more at risk when it comes to sex, guns, drugs and drink
the enemy is aggressively targeting them as they are our weakest link
the risk of surviving is what our children now have to face
the risk of disease, the risk of death, the risk of just being in the wrong place
unfortunately they don't desire to listen to what their parents have to say
they think they're grown and too quick to reply "let me do it my way"
they feel that as parents we don't respect their wishes and desires
they fail to see that we only want them to achieve and aspire
as parents we've gone through what they've yet to experience in life
we lived through the risks we encountered the same struggles and strife
our children can't seem to understand nor comprehend
that we ourselves were children long before them
and the only way that we were able to have matured and grown
was to accept the instructions and advice from parents of our own
the risky business of just living is what we want to eliminate
so that our children don't get caught up in the danger before its to late
it wouldn't hurt to raise your children up in the ways of Jesus the Christ
and then pray that they will never stray from it in life
and as parents to never forget our own rebellious years
when we sent our moms and dads into states of despair
talk to your children with empathy and a godly demeanor
introduce them to Jesus the Christ and hope they become believers
so that those risky businesses that are always lurking around
will never have the opportunity to take our children down
encourage your kids, support your teens, talk to and treat them with respect
don't be too quick to judge nor admonish for then you they will reject
the risky business the dangers in life is what we desire to keep away
in order for us to raise productive and positive adults one day
Better slow down.
Better still, just sit and hush.
On the road to kingdom come
It doesn't pay to rush.
As you race through those canyons
Of concrete and steel,
Don't fall for a fast one
And slip beneath the wheel.
Slow it down.
Slow it down and take your time.
Count down to one from ninety-nine.
Then just count on down,
And count on down,
And count on down again.
What's your hurry?
You must come to realize
Your tour guide is a charlatan,
A celebrity of lies.
With his Hollywood savvy
He offers a deal;
Mere yellow brick gold dust.
Don't slip beneath the wheel.
Lay it down.
Lay it down and dream awhile.
Just let your lover see you smile.
Then go lay it down,
And lay it down,
And lay it down again.
Better slow down.
Better yet, just stop and think
Will your faith in love endure
Your ego’s weakest link?
It’s a hard life that tests us,
A rugged ordeal.
Take care you don't stumble
And slip beneath the wheel.
Projection of manifestation as reality
Be it in waking or dreaming
Our response determining
Degree of our divine connectivity
After due deliberation
Even a sinner may act as a saint
Yet the ferality within that taints
Determines default orientation
The strength of each chain
Governed by its weakest link
When a question of swim or sink
What manifests is ego stain
Measure of our ascension
Marked by moments spent in stupor
Wherein oblivious to the bliss flavour
We are mired in habit borne stagnation
No wonder then we see ascended masters
Immersed in meditation continuously
For even they may fall instantly
If their attention drifts to vibrations lower
07-September-2020
Once freedom vanishes down the broader way
And shoulders start to droop, sore backs are sure to pay
Once fingers grip and dig, then lust for a stronger hold
Hearts tend to falter and “ The Titled” become prudish and bold
Weakness welcomes the pride of a wicked, controlling state
Men strive to mask the policies, hiding conditions they already hate
Standing to yield to corruption with a hand that salutes the brow
Risking their future to tow the line, and only if the governor allows
Once it’s over and done, freedom will never again revive
It's like a mean bronco bucking high, many find it hard to ride
Once it’s over and done and a great country looks back on the vote
Memories coveted from another time when people weren’t ordered to cope
Words spoken by the insane yet, passing over with hardly a wink
The trainer repeats his message, the chain breaks at the weakest link
Lies and deceit are sure to wear and unravel like a ball of twine
But the damage is done, all is lost, given over to a reprobate mind
It's not without reason for high and low tides.
240,000 miles away, the moon and seas conspire.
Each of them has a mission to which they've been assigned.
It would be a chaotic world if they stepped out of line.
And I can't imagine how we the world would be realigned.
There is total beauty in the way we have been designed.
Inside and invisible is where we reside.
It's a given, and we never had to decide;
Leaving no room for boasting; no need for pride.
Inside may be our 'divine space', but our mission is outside.
We are alive to take our place, or we may choose to hide.
But fulfilling our life's purpose is the thing that really satisfies.
Something or someone has told us to remain inside or to step aside.
We may think we are the weakest link, but we are better than we realize.
Notwithstanding, we must not abide or listen to any who chooses to criticize.
We were not created here for the ride, but made for more; born to thrive.
And as we tune in to God's frequencies, we witness the unveiling of our meaning and our mission, and discover 'the what, the how, and the why'.
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