This is a message to the next generation
Take it slow now, one step at a time
But don't remain stagnant
There's always the right time
To do anything
When the time is not right, you have to wait
That's why patience is the key to success.
Whatever you're doing
Take your time
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.
I'm talking out of experience
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.
A patient patient,
In the hospital of God.
Fed the medicine by the doctors,
To bring me into the ward.
Here's your lessons,
Here's your obstacles.
Take them to help yourself,
See you again soon.
You'll be looked after,
Again sent to freedom.
Injured quickly by life,
Returned to the theatre.
A patient patient,
Dependent on divinity,
A drug of choice,
Immensity of existence.
sleeping Buddha's idol
in the Surgery room
Seeing patient in peace
I built a wall where bridges should have grown,And turned away the truest heart I’ve known.I broke the thread, I caused the quiet break,And lose the love I didn't mean to shake.You are not mine; I have no right to holdThe hands I left out shivering in the cold.The space between us is a price I pay,For every foolish word I chose to say.Yet time moves on, and still my anchor stays,Locked in the shadow of our brighter days.I will not force a lock or demand a key,But I will wait if you return to me.Like winter waiting for the touch of spring,I’ll hold the quiet hope tomorrow brings.Until the day your heart might turn around,Right here is where my patience will be found.
Line of inquiry:
“joy, empathy, compassion
on an upward arc
an effervescence eternal
causes bliss ignition to start” Unseeking Seeker
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Purity is dissolution complete
subsequent to passing every octave
spirit within spirit resting blissed sweet
peaceable compassion but concoctive
Through life's craving roses or fearful thorns
empathy, forgiveness remain a must
to tread challenging course blithe or forlorn
fortitude points luminary bow just
Above us arc stretches calling our name
irrepressibly chaste serene its zest
sorrows, anxiety, goals mere mind games
transcendent patient is Beloved’s nest
Reverent spirit willing with reason
travels curve in own orchestral season ~
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5th Placement : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
May ‘26
Be Patient
Be patient
Be patient
Just wait for the Lord
His timing is perfect
His wisdom exact
He knows what you need
Much better than you
So wait and be patient
He’ll tell you when, how,
What He wants you to do.
“Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him.” Psalm 37:7
Thanks to his new lobotomy
Surgeons tool did brain sodomy
He no longer drools
Still acts a fool
Patient thinks he won the lottery
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This poem is a response to the above picture and assignment for an online poetry class.
At first, you are nothing~
just a whisper of damp,
a blush on the cheek of iron.
Then, the slow unmaking begins.
You are the orange psalm of neglect,
the liturgy of rain on forgotten things.
You hymn about the ribs of old ships,
the teeth of plows left in fields,
the skeleton keys to houses
that no longer exist.
You take without hands.
You kiss without lips.
You are the color of time
And when the wind combs
through the carcass of a car,
you answer in flakes~
each one a tiny, crumbling yes
to the question no one asked.
Oh, patient thief,
you will inherit the earth.
Not with fire, not with flood,
but with your quiet, relentless
rust.
I’m afraid to open up, you see,
because love runs far too deep in me.
It overflows, it shakes, it burns
and too often, that’s when someone turns.
I’ve been told I feel too much,
that my heart’s too quick to trust a touch.
So I’ve learned to guard, to hide, to flee
until you opened up to me.
You make me feel safe, you make me brave,
like I don’t have to pretend or save
the broken parts I tend to keep
with you, my secrets learn to sleep.
I’ve told you things I’ve never said,
you live inside my heart and head.
It scares me how at peace I feel,
how something this soft could be so real.
You are my calm, my sacred place,
the warmth I see in your embrace.
I know that time will make things change,
but maybe change won’t feel so strange.
Maybe the butterflies will rest,
and love will linger, steady, blessed.
Maybe the sparks will never tire,
but grow into an endless fire.
So please be patient, let me be
the girl still learning how to see
that love like this was meant to stay
and not to fear it’ll slip away.
some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
Karma that patient gangster
Very slow in action
But never fails to repay
Creeps into your life
Paying in double all your deeds
After replaying all your acts
Karma is just like a seed well planted in a good soil, it always germinates.
Karma the avenger
Rewarding your deeds accordingly
Either good or bad
The seeds you sowed
That's what you will get
Not what you need or wish to own
You can't plant yam then harvest cassava
Almighty God is for all not for anyone
That's why he's the ALL in ALL fighting for and rewarding all deeds.
Karma the life teacher
Saying you're what you do
For a goat can never give birth to a lion
You can't run away or hide
From your shadow forever
Whatever is in the dark
Always comes to the light with time
When you think it's over, karma comes visiting
Making you start all over again taking everything you didn't own genuinely.
MY SON
In the middle of the City stands a tall gum tree
With a trunk so bright reaching out to Yeah
Jacaranda nearby looking up at me
Yet I stand tall and proud for the world to see
Sun sets on my trunk at the end of the day
Trials Tribulations, I have a lot to say
Don’t mean no harm to come your way
So much to say at the end of the day
I aint no clone I aint no fool
I mean no harm to come to me nor you
Flesh and blood aint no excuse
I need your love not you’re abuse
So hang on tight for time is neigh
So so sad just a wasting away
On your response, I am but waiting
I’m a patient man but time is a fading
Love dad
why cant i disconnect when i stop having fun,
leave this server and find a new one,
I know we never ask to play,
but still im begging anyway,
I’m sick and tired of this game,
and struggle hiding my disdain,
for still having to entertain,
these words inscribed inside my brain,
written red, its better than
the awful things i’d do instead,
so here in bed, ill chain my head,
and think of ways theyll find me dead,
till something cracks, i tend to laugh
and then these awful feelings pass
and i’ll look back eventually
upon my whole cacophony
and wonder how that once was me,
but just for now i guess ill be,
the one who waits here patiently
O Death, thou art so vain, so proud, so cold,
Thou takest pride in what thy hands hath wrought,
Yet what thou reapest is but dust and mold,
For all thy power, thou canst not hold a thought.
Thou smil'st when kings do bow to thy dark reign,
But what is wealth when all is laid to waste?
Thy blade is sharp, yet hath no lasting gain,
For Time will turn thy fleeting grasp to haste.
Sometimes thou wait'st with patience, biding time,
In shadows deep, thou lurk'st with silent breath,
Yet patience, too, is but thy fleeting crime,
For love and faith shall triumph over death.
O Death, thy pride shall fall, thy power fade,
For in the end, thou art but Heaven’s shade.
Thou art the gate, but not the keeper’s key,
A servant still to immortality.
So boast no more, for thou art not divine,
Thy reign shall end, as doth the fading line.
In the dark where echoes fade,
She guards her truth, a vow unsaid.
Her lips are sealed, her eyes see far,
A secret buried a burning scar.
In stillness, she whispers night,
A silent plea in muted light.
The world may ask, but none will know,
The pain she hides, the silent woe.
In silence, strength, a quiet flame,
The patient waits, without a name.
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