For the usual life to digress
From the norm to the average
Standard has to meet it's distress
Not considering any group or age
Wonder is unusual to think of
Living is nothing compulsive
And the virus palliative isn't thereof
To some personal risk becomes aggressive
Children won't drive safe love
Adult may set the distance right
Monitoring won't let fun cum dove
Everyone is just of beaming fright
Yet, God is wonderful to all
Despite the stop put to work
Financial status is still in its fall
Many manage months of smirk
Just as it is then and now
People acknowledge all as berk
Those who survived wonder how
Truly it isn't all by ones hard work
The evil stepmother, hostile attitude
Spiders feed their children with their own blood
She hated her stepdaughter, who was lovely and caring
Love does not flow through breast milk or blood
Dreams were shattered
The prince was getting married, everyone was invited
Stepdaughter was put to work, poor thing
We all remember how this ended
- the sweetness of a budding love
A fairy with a magic wand
a prom dress and glass shoes ... "swish"
There's a painted picture of three little girls.
Neither of them had EXPENSIVE little curls.
I noticed a lot compared to my childhood world.
In that picture, I have memories in a thousand words.
Sometimes, I wish the memory would fly away like birds.
From a very young age, like them, I was put to work.
Deep inside, I felt the wounds of emotional hurt.
I don't know if their country has child labor laws.
But my country had such laws that did not apply to all.
I'm sure such reality left a BRUISE each year by the end of Fall.
It seems they are working in fields of barley or wheat.
I worked from 6 to 6 in fields of cotton, corn, and heat.
It's hard to tell if their parents were owners of the land.
It's easy for me to tell that my parents were farmhands.
Perhaps they were landowners because there was hope in the girls' eyes.
My eyes revealed a CONVINCING desire to depart to survive and thrive.
But God lifted my eyes far above the fields of labor and limitation.
God's grace and love enabled me to rise above my negative situation.
For the usual life to digress-
From the norm to the average.
Standard has to meet it's distress,
Not considering any group or age.
Wonder is unusual to think of,
Living is nothing compulsive,
And the virus palliative isn't thereof
To some, personal risk becomes aggressive.
Children won't drive safe love,
Adult may set the distance right,
Monitoring won't let fun cum dove,
Everyone is just of beaming fright.
Yet God is wonderful to all,
Despite the stop put to work,
Financial status is still in its fall,
Many manage months of smirk.
Just as it is then and now,
People acknowledge all as berk,
Those who survived wonder how,
Truly it isn't all by ones hard work.
Why fear tomorrow?
Does one not have faith?
Surely faith and fear can not reside in a common resting place?
One can not barter with the Lord and claim faith,
or seek counsel with another and know trust.
Vanity casts our minds and hearts aside selfishly,
when the works of his hand differ from our own intentions.
Why do we turn to God only in times of affliction?
May we instead praise his name in the morning,
rejoice in the evening and thank him before we sleep.
Let not the war that wages in this world consume our hearts.
Make sure in ALL things it is God and Christ Jesus we seek.
One must choose to whole heartedly discern his ways through prayer and scripture,
and work tirelessly in everything we do.
Faith can then be put to work,
fear shall be ever cast aside.
For we shall ask only what we need,
we shall pray not only for ourselves,
and we shall rejoice irrespective of the outcome.
That is when we shall become one through him,
in him and with him,
guiding us until the very end of time itself.
If your smile is not a smirk,
It is something you can put to work,
Even on those who shirk.
If your smile is genuine,
In no way canine,
The result will be fine.
If your smile is not crooked,
Others will become hooked,
And a positive outcome booked.
If your smile comes from peace of mind,
It will be taken as kind,
And you won't be fined.
If your smile is given freely,
It will not seem silly,
Even to the tipsy.
If your smile is given as a gift,
It is sure to give others a lift,
Though their mind may be adrift.
As I work hard in the hot cotton fields all day
I dreadfully think about the long night to come
Since you lost your wife you tell me you're lonely
and sneak me out from my shack to your huge mansion
Into your bed, where you use me and pretend to love me
I must pretend to like being with you, to stay safe and alive
My family has no idea I am with you almost every night
The lottery day is coming soon and I am fearful of being sold
My babies are here at this plantation, alive and thriving
I hope to be able escape soon before they are put to work
Their Father was recently beaten to death for misbehaving
He was fighting for us to try to escape to the north to be freed
Lincoln is doing what he can to make changes, I have hope
In the meantime, I continue to plan ways to escape or kill you
I continue to endure the long work days and poor living conditions
And at night I will continue to be with you as your slave to love
As I will continue to fight for my family and for our freedom
7/3/19
Do you want to join the circus? Yes, my crazy Uncle Jerry said.
So he was put to work, good thing he skipped school that day, huh?
The next day he was joined by his best neighborhood pals - Tom, Dick and Ted.
They had a blast learning to put up circus tents and paint signs red.
My mean old grandparents would not let him go on the road to the next town.
He could have been a high wire choreographer, ringmaster or alligator maid.
A parade marshal, acrobat or cotton candy vendor, all around.
His parents had trouble forcing him to return to boring sixth grade.
Greatness is not just for the special,
It is nothing unique,
Nothing complex.
Greatness is people with courage,
It is passion put to work,
It is inspiration.
Greatness is motivation,
Not snoozing the alarm is great,
Giving a stranger lift is,
Great is achieving the goal,
Greatness is living through pain.
It is not destiny,
But it is extraordinary.
Be smart.
Be noble.
Be you.
Be great.
She’s probably trying to help me,
But it just seems like she’s mean.
Get yelled at = no arrest
Put to work = money
Motivation? Nah cleaning = more play
But is this always?
Or is sometimes she actually being mean?
If she is, is it on accident or purpose?
If it is, is she sorry?
If not why?
This sword
dragging behind
This brave warrior bold
returning from the cold
His story to be told
His enemies slain
on this momentous day
Dead where they lay
Skies weeping,
with cold rain
For,up in the the top trees
among the scree and stone
The dark ones
Venture forth
Daily,they come
Flashing silver fire
Elven sword put to work
Dark ones feeling elves ire
Dark ones lurk
Steady blue eyes
Reflect enemies slain
Under cold skies
Under cold winter rain
The smallest........
With the greatest..........
Courage
The heart to conquer all
in something so small
Flashing silver sword
Has struck a chord
Tiny elf to defend......
his way
On this momentous day
Wounded elves to tend
Daily battles won
Struggle to hold
It has just begun
This elfs' story to be told
The dark ones
They do not fear
But wonder why
They come to lurk and leer,
under cold grey sky
Ror,the battle for good
triumphs over evil
As it could
Daily above
in scree and top wood
Elves defend their love
The smallest...........
with the greatest............
courage
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