Common sense, once common indeed,
Now seems a forgotten human need.
We hurry through life with reckless force,
Placing the cart before the horse.
We seek the harvest before the seed,
Demanding success without the deed.
Racing ahead without thought or care,
Then wondering why progress isn't there.
Education fills the mind with facts,
Yet often neglects life's deeper acts.
Not teaching how to reason and think,
But leaving many on worry's brink.
For wisdom grows when minds reflect,
When consequences earn respect.
Every choice we make today
Shapes the paths we walk someday.
A thoughtful person understands
That truth is not held in one pair of hands.
Each circumstance has another side,
A lesson often pushed aside.
To move ahead, we first must see
What is, what was, and what can be.
For genuine progress, clear and true,
Begins with understanding what we do.
So let wisdom lead and haste take pause,
Let reason guide through life's great cause.
For the surest way to move ahead
Is to think before the path is tread.
Your love is my drug
You're the pills
That gives me peace
When my heart is in pieces
You're the fantasy
That gives me ecstasy
You're my anchor
When I'm down
You pick me up
When everyone neglects.
Your love is my drug
You're my map to the top
You always correct
My wrongs
Putting me in awe
You're my ally
You stimulate my nerves
Whenever I'm down cast.
Your love is my drug
I'm intoxicated by your love
I can't live a moment without you
When you're not here
I'm always inactive
You're my muse
You connect my fuse to positivity
You give me the ability to be productive.
to dwell in physical form
neglects our inner being
to breathe in essence of self
never owned by anyone
the drabbest of birds
sings a lullaby of hope
whereas the ostentatious
will try to drown out the truth
as hope is the last to die
its song
will be there for all
who wish to hear it
hope perches in the soul
folding its wings
around our fluttering hearts
Inspired by: ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’, by Emily Dickinson
Nettlesome Neville neglects the northern Navy
not cool since he is in charge of the biscuit gravy
He is good at peeling those Idaho potatoes though
Senior master chef on the U.S. Pocono
“Isaiah 5:20
King James Version
20 Woe unto them that call evil good, and good evil; that put darkness for light, and light for darkness; that put bitter for sweet, and sweet for bitter!”
God is not the author of confusion
His grace His mercy not an illusion
He is the rock upon solid ground
Where one who is lost can be found
Beware of the world and it’s slippery slopes
False gods like fast cars offering spiritual dope
That feels good to the flesh yet neglects soul
I’d rather have Jesus than silver and gold
Fear God almighty that you live right
That you do good deeds in this life
No trickery putting bitter for sweet
What’s done in dark all will someday see
Woe to them calling evil good and good evil
Wages of sin are death like times mid evil
For man shall not live by bread alone
But by word of God who sits on throne
What makes a good Child go bad—
Is seldom one great Sin—
But many a gentle Injury
The World slips softly in—
A Promise bent—then broken—
A Hand that failed to stay—
A Rule applied like Winter
To a Heart of early May—
It is not Theft of Virtue—
But Starvation of the same—
When Praise forgets to visit—
And Love neglects its Name—
A Question left unanswered—
A Cry that learned to hide—
Until the Soul, self-parented,
Turns stranger from inside—
The Child does not go Bad—so much
As Good—denied its Bread—
And finds, in darker Cupboards,
What should have first been said—
That Tenderness is Armor—
That Mercy teaches Might—
And those who teach by Wounding
Make Night where there was Light—
Who neglects to marvel
sun-up to sundown
at daily miracles all around
Water flows under snow
evaporation happens…
O how the paper cut burns
on which a sense of wonder turns
More than a soft toy,
she kept these Puffies
for years; she kept
them free and safe.
I left, right..left..right,
out of her everyday -
her sis marched right
out of her life, but
her Puffies so proud
on a shelf; its shelf life,
who knows, but they’ve spent
nearly half a century with her.
Wallace Berry Cream Puffs
stayed in the palm
of her sister’s hand,
never looking forward
or back, never going far.
This soft toy enjoyed
the chatter, laughter, love
of her new owner.
Reminders of a faraway home,
a forever after,
the sweet kiss of a 5 year old.
She held her Puffies tight; tighter
the memories of so long ago.
It all matters - not the toy,
yes the toy, yes the girl.
The small basset hounds,
coffee brown floppy ears,
cream bodies (like wool),
and ample pink snouts.
The sailor in me knew
these two would
be well-cared for. This child
held her responsibility
in high-regard.
There’d be other collectibles,
but sis never neglects
the treasures of the past.
Whenever she steps out-Hundred creepy eyes,
staring -hovering side to side,
she neglects, nowhere she can hide.
what can she do? gropers make an excuse,
she's open to the same stories of abuse.
They weep for the beauty,while nurturing a devil,
wearing human skin,but truly an evil.
how would his mother,sister and wife feels?
when his poisoned mind revealed.
She is still,what else can she do?
will she fight millions? it's not just one or few.
suffocating phase of an awkward stares in the air sways,
All it does stings a little,with time it passes away.
Is it? or she buries them deep, neglecting it into a bad dream.
Nature goes on living with the ... neglects,
sprung the lands that I would say, Namaste,
stretched from lands that were Siam to Malay,
Golden Shower Tree spreads out its respects.
Stately endurance breadth branches outward,
it's somewhat outstanding ornamental,
from the tropics to the subtropical,
nicknamed the pudding piped purging showered.
Early part of the year sprays will flower,
and carpenter bees are pollinators.
People eat flowers, livestock leaf-eaters,
green leaves that yellow flowers will cover.
Medicinal and herbal properties,
Opulent indulgence amenities.
A mountain of some measure aligned slopes,
Silversword's statuesque uncommonness,
bikers and skiers, youth urban slang, 'dopes,'
pics of height's flowering tower upness.
Centuries of swordplay, The Word, acclaimed,
plowshares and the sorts treats its new version.
Purplish flowers are structurally framed,
like a cross handle, silver hairs orphan.
Majestic still today, handle to point,
Jehovah's watchtower, grand edifice
leans to age and weather. Volcano joint
Maui's 'House of the Sun' sole home exists.
Another species bides the intellects,
nature goes on living with the ... neglects.
African child
Born into a struggle
From the young age
He recognises trouble in his community
Growing up into a man
Realising how isolation
Can make him different from
Some people
The colour of his skin
Sometimes create an enemies
He never wish to fight
Home and abroad
He faces challenges that makes
Him either stronger or weaker
Alot of the African child are under pressure
Underrated deprived and forsaken
Yet you can't talk about
The children of the world
With out talking about the
African child
African child
We are rising
Despite the challenges we face
We are getting better
Despite the isolation
We are the future of the world
Despite the neglects we face
We bring happiness and sing
To the world
Despite the hard life we suffer
We refuse to die in pain
Despite the aggression of the world
The human symbol of survival is an
African child
What could they be all about?
I'd tell you: For what we'd scout,
When our passions for them shout.
What groups cannot do without;
Once one neglects each a flout...
Cash crop farms say fertile lands,
The Builder Mason Good Sands,
Marching-to-War Soldiers: bands,
The Ring Fighter: two hands,
All Seasoned Smokers: their brands,
Newspaper Vendors: news-stands.
Book of Records: What is grand,
South Africa, now: The Rand.
Time
Time, the most precious to human
all over the world.
The moment passed
never return back to us.
Memories remain
in the pages of history.
The person, understands the value of time
He becomes successful in every sphere of life,
Everyone respects him even after death.
The person who neglects time,
Time also neglects him.
All of his work remains unfinished,
He kills his desire in the mind.
Eventually no one remember
him in the society.
So understand the value of time,
Time will pay for you.
Respect the value of time,
Time will respect you.
Utilized every moment of time
Time will make you famous.
The End
Eyes that are bigger than the brain
Eyes that only see and do not comprehend
Eyes that penetrate the deep and dim
But brain as empty as the wind
Eyes that intrude the life of others
But brain that neglects its own self
Eyes that only want to intrude the life of others
But brain that neglects its own problem
Eyes that only see the flaws in others
But brain that does not see its own flaws
Eyes that only want to see the flaws in others
But brain that neglects its own flaws
Be not like eyes that are bigger than the brain
For you have your own life to fix
Better yet use your brain to solve your own problem
Than to use your eyes to judge others
September 23, 2022
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