Words you speak can cut deep into the minds of those who are circling the path for knowledge and kindness.
They that reach the ears of the young can ether help them persevere or crumble their futures and lives into the grains of the dust of finality.
They can tell all of truth that is around or they can tell a lie with an ounce of truth in it.
Words can inspire the beauty as a drop of wet dew in the morning welcomes the colors of the world.
They can encourage a different way, enacting change when needed in the stoned hearts of others,
They give voices to those in the world who are silenced and propel them into the future louder than the calls of war.
Passion, anger and love, words that have the power to debate on trivial stuff so much that the voices of tomorrow are silenced, and the voices of the past aren't protected for the future.
What words of your will people remember you by in life and in death.
Just where are you?? Really..' I suppose if winston had
Such written? With naked admiration would the page be
Scriven.' Yet its ' just I.' Looking you'se; all in the eye.'
If in the end
Time be the only one true thing
Of actual real value
We in our hearts and minds possess
And we are able to lend
And may well in fact be
The essence and piece of us we leave behind
Then with that in mind
Be kind and plentiful with your time
And spend it and spread it
Wisely
Amongst and with deserving others
Who also intern
Are willing to reciprocate
And pay you the time of day back
There are many words l value
I will only mention a few
These are words l ‘try’ to live by
Though not always easy to do
Life is an absolute blessing
Though we are truly tested at times
When my value words fly out the window
Myself l must remind ~~
Thankyou and Sorry ~ Voice them
Kindness ~A must
Appreciate ~ All
Listen ~ We all need to heard
Understand ~ Others points of view
Compassion ~ Use it
Judgement ~ Do not make it
Forgiveness ~ Remember we all make mistakes
Happiness ~ The best place to be in life
Laughter ~ Is medicine for the soul
Cuddle ~ Everyday
These are just my thoughts
Which you may think sappy
I just want to live my best life
Enjoy my time here and leave happy!
Name the fruit that has raised the most hell.
It's the apple. Why so? I will tell.
It is poison, temptation,
Swiss medieval sensation.
Just ask Adam, Snow White and Will Tell.
LOVING MEANS BELEIVING IN LOVE
THAT IT IS NEVER COMPROMISED
TO KNOW WHO WE SHOULD LOVE
AND WHY WE SHOULD LOVE THAN
SUCH EACH BELEIF IN LOVE IS
MEANT TO UPSCORE THE
RELATIONSHIP: BY RELATING
THE ETHICS OF LOVERS
AND THE INGRITY OF LOVE
ARE SEEN IN THE FAIRVEIW OF IT'S
PURPOSE
NEVER NEGLECTING
ALWAYS PROTECTING
ALWAYS SECURING
SO THAT IT'S ENDURING
SPOKEN IN EACH SENERIO
EACH DAY SAME
UNTIL DIFFERENT
THAN SUCH CHANGES WILL BE MET
WITH THE CERTAINTY OF NONE DIVISION
THAT THESE BONDING PATCHES ARE STITCHED
TO STRENGHTEN
AND THAN WE ARE COVERED AND BLANKETED
TO THE WARM ADMIRATION OF OUR
OWN TOGETHERNESS
“ To ‘U’;
Anything Will Never Become Valuable;
Until U Give Them The Value;
Anyone Will Never Become Important;
Until U Give Them The Importance”
Every June she tours the room with a box
Finding treasures from old coins to dirty socks
But the largest numbers of objects she sees
Are colored markers in the desks of Room 23C
Some years there are hundreds, others just fifty
In either case her students are not very thrifty
She wonders how rich her charges must be
To abandon markers which all work wonderfully
So, she gathers them in and heads out the door
On a mission to surprise kids who are ever-so-poor
She drives across the river to the 'wrong side' of town
Where a used marker is valued, even if it's brown
She thrusts the box through a window of broken glass
Inside a short note: Dear Teacher, Something for your class
Entry in 'Colored Memories' Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Days abundant in the spring,
spent freely in the summer,
become too few in the fall,
priceless in winter.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr ©
1/12/16
after gazing in to the mind's sky
as reading no paged unseen book
sense of thought blows in silence high
sometimes sight catches a tiny pointed light
a vision of value balanced in state
They do dirty jobs without fuss
And bring to our culture a plus
We claim they're unfit
And upon them some spit
Yet illegals are better than us
Author's note: It's ironic that the people who promote family values would deport the parents of US citizens (children born in the US to alien parents).
Appreciate the bright blue sky
For days grow dark through weary eyes
Breathing in the crisp clean air
Instead of wandering in despair
Smile wide with open arms
Without the thought to withdraw
Enjoy the aroma of a rose
Instead of worrying about the thorns
Be a generous giver
And not think about the cost
Have a heart that's rich
Instead of one that's bitter
Understanding the aspect of time
Isn't by glancing at the clock
Patience, the present is your future
Instead of wallowing in the past
Stay wise and you will see
The fool you used to be
Confessing all your faults
Rises you to your best
Do not hold your words inside
for they must be said, proclaimed or written!
Let them flow from you like wine into a cup.
Let them be your strength and a rock for others, too.
Let your words ring out like music to the ear.
Let them go forth and lead others to change.
Let them be there to fulfill promises
and let them be words of love, for those unloved.
A few words can lift a person’s spirit
to a height not seen by the human eye,
so tomorrow, just say a few kind words.
Let others know you care by capturing their truths
in detail and revealing yourself back to them.
Let the world know you’re alive by what you say.
Lastly, you, with talent and even without,
speak up, as I’ve found
words mean something to somebody
and are therefore treasured and valuable.
bang goes the bell
of death all value is gone
from wishes and wealth
not sure who will get the prize
onlooking watchers have watchful eyes
bang goes the bell of death to us all
so everyone before death to jesus please fall
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