Kicked at it, thought it was just
another cigarette butt
half-buried in street slime—
but it was a small, dead moth,
wings crushed, soft dust sticking
to my rubbery shoe.
Categories:
module, emotions, environment, insect, usa,
Form: Free verse
We all must attend the university of adversity
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of our story will be found in the difficulty!
We all must attend the University of Adversity.
We grow through the process of irritation
We mature as we grow through the process of irritation
We become a gem through the process of irritation
It is a principle of our life on this planet
Through irritation
The Kingdom of God will expand in us
Through irritation
The message of the Kingdom of God will influence our territory
Paul understood this very well and His growth was phenomenal
We grow through the process of irritation
We mature as we grow through the process of irritation
We become a gem through the process of irritation
We all must attend the university of adversity
The abounding nature of a problem is the emblem of certainty
Witty and Brave is a product that lives among humanity
The glory of our story will be found in the difficulty!
We all must attend the University of Adversity.
Copyright 2024
Categories:
module, education, jesus,
Form: Free verse
Was it a swing or a chair? A module maybe?
It had a bunch of books, Nan counted eighty.
Whatever it was, it brought comfort to her.
The novels were amazing, the chair pretty pure.
She spent every night and weekend in there.
Telling everyone that her nook had better air.
It was built by her daddy, and it made her happy.
I was thrilled for her, said her cousin, Twee.
Categories:
module, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Module
Away, away, far away, one light was flickering
Up to neck river was enough to gulf me in
Mounds of hopes living within
Were transgressing to keep survive
Hope was angular, like modern module to gulp me in
Fleck of inspiration was slithering with breath at straw
I reared faith stood stone must have firm from underneath
One turn of stone could swallow my breath forever
Sending me up heaven or in hell for rest
A tiger was lurching towards the brink of river gazing at me
I was on my own belief tiger would not jump in to bite me
Thanks god it would not swim, I remembered story of childhood
Sky allowed marvelous crimson on dawn in her lawn
Seed of inspiration dropped down being morning dew
In the realm of my belief, wish was an opaque
Someone will come to pick me up from this treacherous die
Days past I was alive, hopes of life remained wide.
Categories:
module, arabic, faith, hope, horror,
Form: Light Verse