Adversity rarely enters a life with a Trumpet
It doesn't come loud
It doesn't come bold
It doesn't come systemically
With brass horns ablaze
Like some headlines twinkling.
Nah- Adversity is crafty
It slides in sideways, quiet as a hum
With the nerve to reposition your peace
Without clearance.
It tests your patience, lugs at the rim of
Your faith, tries to see if your backbone is
Made of loaned strength. Or the kind you
Bootleg in the dark.
When nobody was clapping
But you-
You rise like your spirit has muscle hindsight.
You rise like the storm forgot who it was
Rustling with.
Adversity comes unannounced, but you answer
The door with a steady glare, a steady breath,
A steady validity.
You are not easily moved
You are not easily shattered
You are not easily incomplete
And every quiet clash becomes another loud
Achievement in the story you're still writing
Penmanship
a freehearted blowhard could ungrudgingly impassively reposition roommate from cogitative truculence
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surrenderer ungrudgingly humbling she reposition actualization again as her gramps essentially irresponsibly whacker of sail deciding my normandy
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Two kingdoms clashing, light and dark,
They cannot dwell in the same heart.
Give up all that pulls us away,
For Word comes first; it lights the way.
A shield to guard, so strong, so true,
It does the work it is meant to do.
A sword that cuts through bone and marrow,
Dividing culture and nature, brave and narrow.
Return to the Word, for the Word is sound,
When fighting from victory, strategic rest is found.
So, believe, align, reposition right,
A pathway new, with songs of new sound of light.
Advance, reclaim the spoils once lost,
Press on, no matter what the cost.
Pages turn, as new cycles start,
Agree with our Maker, hear His heart.
In our daily solitary space,
Step beyond and hear the sound of the race.
See anew, learn to relate afresh,
If doubt remains, do not rush!
Press in prayer, let persistent faith arise,
And watch the impossible vaporize.
Reposition our hearts, stride onwards ahead,
Claim the inheritance for which we were led.
Do not fear walls, just break through,
For fields of plenty wait for you!
Hear His heartbeat fresh and true,
The grand-old commission reborn in you.
A war has been on going in my mind,
Of sinful thoughts and bad habits.
So I had to delete the source,
Get back on the right course.
I gave the gram power over my life,
Fiercely driving and consuming me.
I kept feeding it like an addiction,
Still my appetite was left empty.
I felt in my spirit God say pull,
Pull the plug, like a rug under my feet.
An awful compulsion of hiding and seeking,
If this was court, the verdict would be guilty.
Stuck between the traps and temptations,
I made a change like flicking a switch.
Flushed the urge from my system,
Renewed reposition and confidence.
The desire to stay relevant,
Shouldn’t outweigh development.
It’s hard to avoid the trends,
But it’s worth it in the end.
Pain comes back to reposition you
It can return to steer you in the right direction
It alters your course and
At times, it forces you to rethink your situation
Repurposed pain
It is here to retrain you and
Realign you so that you finish your purpose
Pain comes back to reposition you
Mark Frank
Copyright 2024
From compose, comes composition
From suppose, supposition
From depose, deposition
From dispose, disposition
From oppose, opposition
From repose, reposition
From propose …
A new dawn is coming
When no one will be running
It's boldly written all over
Our pains will soon be over
It's a preseason of restoration
Soon we shall be bestowed with decoration
For the services we render in this war
Against those who make us useless with metaphor
A new dawn is coming
When the youths won't think of running
Across foams for greener pastures
The newbirth is an end to insignificant departures
A new dawn is coming
When Nigeria will come out shinning
Cos the captured stains on our flag
Shall be bleached out to wash off bad tag
It's a preseason of restoration
And there's an unbelievable collaboration
To ensure a reposition of our flag
With promises to boost our ag.
Happy Independence Day (Nigeria)
Most she cited as jargon
Words to communicate
With the fans. She looked
past the "marks" and saw
something in the fan support
pile that allowed her reposition
and in clear mind aside from
the " media mumbo jumbo" she
looked at something someone
wrote, an when it made sense she
responded. A man see's beyond the
edges. His labors seeks reward.
Even the crumbest of them sometimes
are as worthy, as the most qualified.
Her sarcasm lead others to think.
A night were the less appreciated
wins. They don't know I spend most
Of my time separating from them; I
never said I didn't love them.
Usually silence is
the waiting reposition
for the best answer
Sometimes silence is
the best answer of
all waiting
Waiting and endless waiting
sometimes creates
boring chaotic life
Sometimes extrovert aggression is
the best reflection of
the introvert agitations
Revolution is revolution
it can bring philanthropic change
when in and outside of
the revolutionary movement is same
03.08.2020 Chattogram
The Heron, grey priest of the shallow mere
Stalks slow and calculated t’ward its prey
With cool far seeing vision of a seer
And knowing his own power needs no defray
For he alone adjudicates the day
His strategy grinds more than single axe
A long unhurried glide path to new gaze
Will reposition him for a climax
And total consummation of his plays
The end - submission that for him is praise
Tables have turned
And now I'm the one to blame
The turning that pushed me and put me to shame
Betrayal,disloyalty and dishonesty is on my name
Consciously the intention was untitled
Till Subconscious schemed to cause you pain;
Disloyal, the title conformed to my name
The reflection i see in my mirror
Smeared with the look of disgust
But the blurry image shines with hurt-betrayed look
''I didn't mean to do it'' its what plays like a song in this portrait
Put on repeat like a hit song
To get me well acquainted with remorse
But i tend to confuse it with regret
Tables have turned and I'm on the other side
Tables have turned and i can only see your innocence
Your sincerity reminds me of the clean slate i prepared for you
But mine was smeared with dark spots of untrustworthy
Tables have turned and i wish you could reposition them
Hearts broken,
I wonder who will mend them
Sorry can't even cut a wet tissue
But i just wish you to understand,
To broken hearts be the rescue
If you get this message,know that i couldn't say this in person.
Copyright 2011
it's miserable and magical. by the deep rivers of water,
I'm planted
- also poisoned.
I'm in position for life's misery and magic
and music.
move me.
reposition
time...
pursue light.
uncaged...
be free.
People of
Reposition
Men of
Calm
Islands of
Immunity
Centuries
Palm
Keepers of
Kingdoms
Regents of
Sight
Pilgrims of
Pugilance
Nomads
Delight
Seekers of
Solitude
Freedom
Within
Sages with
Sustenance
Queens on
The wind
Dogmas of
Certainty
Knights of
The sword
Prisoners of
Dignity
All caught,
—by the word!
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 1977)
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