The cold happy day
reminds me of the old happy days
When we had to mold to be happy
even when we were fold but still happy
We never waited to be told to be happy
A dozen or so things I'd teach my guys,
school children and grandchildren likewise.
When they are young kids, I would make it plain
they’re not to be blamed for a neighbor’s pain.
Simple: no biting, no pulling hair, no hitting,
no screaming, no pinching and no spitting.
Keep your hands to yourself, unless asked,
personal space should not be trespassed.
Kind words offered in peaceful voices,
sharing delight when someone rejoices.
Go out of your way to help those in need;
return disfavor with a friendly deed.
Avoid nosing in another’s business;
when you have done wrong, you promptly confess.
The Golden Rule I would teach inch by inch
over and over, their mischief to quench.
February 10, 2023
Held to Her chest, silly noises and funny faces made you happy
Gripped in His hand, temper tantrums and meltdowns reared your independence
Your fatigue and fussiness paints with such an unconscionable art-ness
All the while We were growing yet teaching you affinity
Moon tide you yearned for Us, in your crib-beating, in the beautiful blackness
We adored you and said “don’t be afraid of this divine darkness”
As a youth you distanced from Us, lashed back always wrong-Us; and right-you
Til moving out into the world, aspired zeal and faithfulness surfaced your moral
Your Intellect and passion transfigured your heart into a bestowing windfall
We piecemeal together a perfect match yet only expected effort from you
Effectuating your beat, rhythm and fervor thru the sable noteworthy nightfall
Jones in your bones made you fonder of Black Love’s vulnerable call
Molding Leaves
Suns golden rays
On awaiting ground
Denying summer heat
Dampens fragrant aroma
Of molding leave
Enticing it’s demure
Nothing to surpass
The dancing leaves
Falling to their fate
In in quite quest
Surrendering in repose
Letting all know.
The ensuing coming
Of winter travail
Obeying nature calling
The decaying leaves
Composing to earth
For its renewal.
Needs of enrichment
From fertile beginning.
In Casting what’s passed
Into the wonderment
Of final decree
Given in Love
By God above.
alluring and daunting, I'm left all alone,
intriguing and frightening how my anxieties grown,
cutting all ties to relationships sewn,
my mind in a spiral and I'm falling on my own
and this is by choice, I choose to recluse,
padlocked my feelings so they'll never get loose,
hoping for a past, a future, a truce,
hoping to loosen the knot of life's noose
can I wander and wonder of what I will find?
can I take this cruel world and make it more kind?
can I take my woes and sorrows and leave them behind?
can I polish and glisten the way I once shined?
...
Truth be told,
i'm getting old,
all my youths begun to mold,
it's much much worse than I've been told,
each year, I feel, I grow more cold,
while I sit and ponder of paths unrolled
and morals sold,
but you can't have this heart of gold.
To move mountains
We must mold minds.
We must mold the minds
Of people of all kinds.
Those of us who mold
Are those of us who teach.
The minds we mold
Are the minds we reach.
We try to mold someone
Every day.
We try to show
That knowledge is the way.
We must show that knowledge
Comes from a fountain that flows,
And that the man who moves mountains
Is the man who knows.
A man drinks from this fountain daily
To become mentally strong.
When he feels he can move mountains,
He will not be wrong.
Therefore, we must prove
That knowledge comes from a fountain.
We must mold minds.
We must move mountains.
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