Behold, a servant became king!
In Tirzah, he made a killing.
While the army was away-
Behold, King Elah's doomsday!
Zimri came and struck him dead,
Baasha's sin came to a head,
None were spared belonging to him,
Zimri killed all of them.
His rise in status would not last,
Earth shook due to this contrast-
No change in nature his undoing,
A fool pays for his misdoing.
Omri comes to claim the throne,
Zimri's support was overblown.
His doomsday choice is suicide,
Fire was kindled - Zimri died.
Behold, the parade of evil kings!
Omri and Tibni, the offerings.
Omri's support provided the win,
Encouraging Israel to sin.
Exalting oneself is foolish,
And planning evil is ghoulish.
Such a king can only feign-
Behold, the seven-day reign!
Categories:
misdoing, bible, character, dark, evil,
Form: Rhyme
Don't be ruthless in communication
be it written or verbal, teacher told,
never say 'no' as wise people have told.
Feel the impact in brain with negation.
A 'No' word releases dozens of stress
producing chemicals in brain forthwith
interrupt normal brain functioning with
impairing logic, reason; complete mess.
Yet, we fail to control ‘No’ word, knowing
its curse in brain function; negatively
thinking puts in worst state definitely
then with anger forces for misdoing.
When one decides to think positively,
can turn their lives around competently.
~X~X~X~
Bowlesian Sonnet or Australian Sonnet is attributed to English poet, William Lisle Bowles (1762 -1850).The elements of the Bowlesian Sonnet are ::
-a quatorzain made up of 3 quatrains and a couplet.
-rhymed abba cddc effe gg.
-metric, iambic pentameter
-composed with the pivot or volta between the 9th and 13th lines
Reference: http://www.poetrymagnumopus.com/forums/topic/1042-bowlesian-sonnet-or-australian-sonnet-and-canadian-sonnet/
Categories:
misdoing, stress,
Form: Sonnet
A Man
Gender has classified me, but I am yet to be defined. Does claiming for my manhood makes me a man enough or is it just another hypothetical reasoning to get me settle for the comfort of doing what is easy? Please enlighten me, what does being a man entails?
Daddy lessons taught me that a man gat to be wise, objective, responsible, reliable, adaptive, so goes the list. He cares for the wellbeing of his beloved ones more than his own. He secures his own insecurities to protect the inspirations of those who look up to him for they hold positive hope of believing.
From life lessons I’ve learned that language is the meaning, communication is understanding, and real man understands. Understand that in the uncertainties of nature we learn from the corrections of our misdoing. There’s strength in admitting our incapability and accepting mistakes enables learning.
I think real men have histories, history of lessons. Lessons that mold their inner-self into an admirable man. A man with a reputation that precedes, and monetary welfare is simply an enabler of man’s character in the modern world. My wish today is simple, when I grow up I wanna be a man.
Categories:
misdoing, men,
Form: Bio
Once I sat on our veranda with my sister, sweet Miranda
And the forbidden goodies we had purchased at the store.
While I nibble, neatly snapping, suddenly there comes a flapping
Of an apron at the door. My dear mother is once more
Catching us in our misdoing while her favor we are losing
Standing at veranda door.
Frowning, pointing at the floor at the shells we had been dropping,
Cracking peanuts without stopping, we had purchased at the store.
"Pick them up," our mother uttered. ""You are lucky they're not buttered.
They would be forever more staining my veranda floor.
We could see she was revolted so my sister and I bolted
To our mama at the door.
Neither of us dared to amble, bump each other as we scramble
To pick up the shells from off the floor, for our mom who we adore.
Vowing not to buy them anymore, unshelled peanuts from the store.
Ready to be reprimanded, though we've done what she commanded,
We stand still to be admonished, knowing well we should be punished
For the shells upon the floor.
Written: Oct. 4, 14
Categories:
misdoing, poetry,
Form: Rhyme