Managing Poems - Poems about Managing

Your wink and your smile are priceless And they're only two aspects of you If you add all your aspects together No sum could reflect their value I've known for a while that I loved you Much longer than stated or shown By the time you confirmed from your inkling The lilacs had already grown...

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It started last night that my God the Son, Jesus Christ, spoke to me in a audible voice. Instructing me and also telling me not to worry any more about my diabetes. He was going to heal me of both my diabetes but also my mental illness. How did He start out? He did by...

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Managing my diabetes? Let's face it managing my diabetes I have not been doing very well at all, instead I have been giving myself the lowest academic grade possible, F-, the exact same failing grade I have been awarding the Biden administration. Lately my blood sugar glucose numbers have ranged from: over 600, over 400, over 300 and over...

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Please don’t tell me your sad tale of woe When I am deeply hurting inside, Trying my best to not let anyone know I am struggling to maintain my pride. Courageously, I am following my guide Keeping a smile on my face as I go, Most of my days are a very difficult ride Please don’t tell me your sad tale of...

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The past overtakes you, steps out from a door you did not see before. Distant bird song becomes a crow caw in your ears. You recall all those yesterdays and wonder, wonder if you had taken a different path would you be here now or somewhere better? I mean, it's not as if you had the life-skills to manage this day or tomorrow, but you choose to forget that and...

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The white lies of late December are upon us. Frozen fish dream of warm tape water. Every step is a cliff-top until April then we surrender again to the telltale myths, the cheerful fraudulence. Only the old survive all this; beautiful people wash-up on sandy beaches create more buttery lobster commercials, evening gowns drip like sequined icebergs. The young are headlong as usual and will...

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When passions are inflamed, blunt words turn sharp and cut deep Which is why it's important to pause, take deep breaths, and count to ten Rather than thrust anger like an epee, just to impale Date written and posted: 06/12/2019...

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they don't know the uneven work we do the hard and soft moment to moment dirt on the floor dirt on the eyes unsure of our future....

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