Mare's tales aloft, I'm feelin' soft
Feelin' as wispy as what's blowin' cross
They come and they go, like all of these states
This will blow over if I will just wait
A quiet green bud
teaches patience
without words
Two hours in her closet grew thin,
And her patience even more.
Each dress a "no," nerves start to show,
And her date is at the door.
She snags a sundress off the floor,
And sandals for her feet,
A quick brush through her hair,
And downstairs to meet—
Her young man, who looks up
To unabashedly stare.
A moment she’s frozen
With a "do I even dare?"
Then a smile and indrawn breath,
The boy is surely smitten.
The irony of her dressing escapades
Seems so perfectly befitten.
Ooh La La.
VIRTUE, HOPE, AND TIME
Patience, a virtue:
Remain hopeful in God’s time;
Answers have their time:-
Did you not take time to pray?
God’s healing grace comes with time:-
Remember when we’d run across the park,
chasing a paper kite in the summer wind?
We were young, light on our feet,
and so eager to light up the dark.
Our love felt light as sugar,
aimless, easy, full of wild ideas.
We’d make promises on the fly
and build big futures out of thin air.
Three years have gone by now.
We’re not just bending with every breeze anymore.
We’re not chasing shadows or running wild—
we’re walking the path together, steady and sure.
The kite finally came down to earth,
but what we have now has real roots.
It’s quiet, deep, and grounded—
so much stronger than the shallow thrill of where we started.
Patience is an asset in life,
and a precious gift to bestow:
permits willingness to accept
and wait in perpetual calm,
before bitter displays of angst
will dissolve the goal and spirit.
The ancient ranges hold the fading sun,
Once day is done.
The ironbarks sleep deeply in the stone,
And watch the stars ignite the dark alone.
Fears turn to sand,
Against the timeless patience of the land
We are tossed by every uneven street
And I try not to recall the ocean
In the heart of this great city-
The cobblestone! The church! The mansions! The soviet blocks!
Wordless stanzas.
Watch the ink
Scratch at half-utterances
World churning
In Grandma's kitchen
1998-
Memory please
Catch the hot wind.
I will be airborne
One day fly back to you
and patience
My virtue dies.
Billboards scream
But I have
Just
Like love, don't want.
My keyboard, the typewriter.
My hand quills
My two-lung stone slabs
Mindless etchings.
Faint anger
And the distant sound of you-
Singing?
When down in the dumps, smile anyway ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Inspirational Quotes
"NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE, THE WORD ITSELF SAYS, 'I'M POSSIBLE!'" ~ Audrey Hepburn
I saw Mount Everest touch the sky,
and felt my feet had conquered high.
Demons of sadness, grief and sorrow,
whispered deep: "No hope for tomorrow."
People stared like I was ghost and gloom,
my limbs were lost upon a battlefield tomb.
Each door was closed, each path with thorn,
everything seemed lost, the spirit worn.
But in my chest a fire did stay,
with courage, will, I found the way.
For "NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE" rings true,
the word itself cries "I'M POSSIBLE" to you.
So why should I hear echoes of "you can't"?
When dreams were sewn within my pants.
Storms came sneaking, stole my breath,
death zone winds called out to death.
Yet step by step, through pain and ice,
I climbed that world’s most cruel device.
And now I sit atop the crown,
feet on Everest, and won’t back down.
My heart beats loud and makes this decree:
"A MAN MAY BREAK, BUT HE WILL NEVER BE DEFEATED."
The night doesn’t rush itself
The trees never do,
nor the house, the horse,
the reliable air
A hayfield is rocked asleep
by the moon
The stones and hills
rest together
I was always there
sleeping, but still
keeping watch
The day never starts without me
my patience overstepped it's boundaries
No fruit out of season—
Just that it was no season.
Taste the winter red
And the summer gray.
Am I out of season?
Or is it yet the season?
Is there a season? I ask.
And yet, I am, today.
To wait
is to drown
slowly
with a hope
one day
you will rise
only to witness
the time passing by,
getting closer to the bottom.
Here, struggle
is no longer needed;
surrender is easier.
To let go of heavier dreams
and embrace
the defeat.
Not to give up,
but to land the feet
to bounce back better
with an air of a new kind
created during the halt.
A pause to refill
and restart
what was unfinished
with a slight twist
that‘ll make
the whole difference.
481.
Prayer For Patience
Oh Father God, we pray for patience
That we persevere every malevolence
Oh Lord Jesus, we ask You to grant us endurance
That we also portray fortitude & temperance
Oh Holy Spirit, we beg for being able to wait
That we can analyze better the resolve of fate
This we implore to our Lord God. Amen.
-12/23/2015
(Dumarao)
*Gideons Prayer Poems for Christian Virtues
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