Respect begins where
Judgment ends.
Respect emerges when we
See each other clearly.
Respect stands unyielding,
Untouched by color, creed,
Or gender.
I have seven children
Wanting my attention
Whom do I love the most?
They would love to know
A difficult choice for me
I love myself, the most
Then, each part of me
In seven other souls
Each, my just reward
Gratifying my spirit
Raising my mind
I love each differently
Don't I have favorites?
My lot, to love diversely
Those who respect me
Ditto, those who mistreat
I'm not old school and never claimed to be
But the phrase Respect Your Elders always bothered me
Despite the reciprocal respect I should play blind and never truly see?
I won't play pretend it's much to costly
No that never resonated
And those expectations won't be tolerated
You either treat me with the same respect or kiss my ass
I might be younger but that mentality is pure trash
Respect is not what you expect
It is the small things that we neglect that disrespect,
It is rewarding the effort of others to reduce neglect,
That leads to respect.
A back up plan earns respect,
To get the outcome we expect,
Requires words that sooth not excuse that cause us to reflect,
On knowledge of the meaning of respect.
If respect is important,
Then we will not neglect,
Things that show we care to the fullest extent,
And our actions will leave no doubt that we value respect,
Over regret and neglect.
Respect is not a thing to dissect,
But a thing of beauty on which we should take the time to reflect,
To understand how easy it is to lose it if we forget you in respect
And dot an I that shows we are intent on disrespect.
Which will lead to regret and neglect,
That we will be forever trying to dissect.
plodding footsteps respect no rhythm
life’s forward tilt, a sneer
what passes for ho or hum
sucks the vigor from its beer
but complaints wear out
a million frowns
and peeves are hope upside down
So, on they trudge, footsteps plodding
scuff life's wedding gown
A patantly decent Christaian soul, from what i read of Anne on the whole, if she
Got a thing wrong..To make amends she
Took not long.' A decent and a caring soul
From what i know? On the whole, such a bad.? No terrible event, i will caution not to vent.' Was it done to tip the scales into
Mayhem? Anger; rage.' I think that such she would not want.? Yet actions and answers are needed and how.' Thirty years of mis-handling, must be ended and
Starting now.' Make no milage Nigel of her
Demise' yet let this be the moment of Britains reprise.' Support your indigenous
Who are such as she, redraw your prioritys, end the sleaze, fly the flags at
Half mast and see, respect is offered to
Anne; right living, and her home country.'
I was traveling on a road
A road with no diverging
A road expected to be smooth
A road texture of which can be trusted
I encountered many jerks
The ride was becoming unpleasant
I still continued
In hope of leaving the jerks
I encountered potholes now
The ride was now impossible
Yet I had some fraction of hope inside
I kept on travelling
I kept in mind
If potholes return
I will change my medium
Or will change the road
We travel on roads to get a smooth ride
Jerks can be tolerated
Even sometimes only
Potholes are impossible
If one continues their ride
Even on potholes
They either hope for a smooth path
Or are stubborn fools to drive
Kudos to Albania, in its peoples resolve
I rejoice to see union, and Albaninans massing
So bold, against soulless mouguls whom
I am sure God does abbhor.' kushner brings not diversity. Yet a power hungry
Maw.! In hellish agenda..He plans are
to rape'
The bounty of Albania, with his
Bribed henchmen
Of that state.'
I cry silently,
My soul has wounds.
My breath pins,
In my chest.
My eyes tired,
Heavy, dry, & red.
My rest brings,
No comfort.
My face is empty,
A person not there.
Lost is my soul,
Wondering within.
Disconnection,
Punishment,
Withdrawal,
Unbearable.
The ‘Founding Fathers’ surely were wise
Washington, Jefferson, Madison and all those guys
Yet how about crediting their wives once in a while
for testing their husbands’ mettle and sharpening their wiles
The greatest disappointment from broken promises in life I have endured
were the promises I often made to me
Smoking just one example for several years I vowed to refrain
regular three month stints of abstinence once eighteen months
FINALLY! At age of twenty six from this nicotine addiction I had broken free
From thereon, gained strength and now have have conviction
any vow to myself I could confidently keep
I had gained self love and self respect
searched within my soul whilst delving deep
I cannot a recall a broken promise
from any family or friend
Business deals yes. Most promises broken political pre-election
once elected that's where these empty promises all end
For this reason I have abstained from voting
which is compulsory in this country where I dwell
Never had much faith in government oppressors
or the propaganda messages they sell
Have I always kept a promise to all I've come to know?
Probably not. Too many years of living I am unable to recall
I now have conviction arising from self love
to assist others in need, follow through give my very all
Earning the respect of those who have yet to
learn the meaning of the word,
Who play with a ball that is too hard,
Using words that only discourage,
Still lacking the courage,
To admit they need help to change,
their attitude,
So they can be seen as a cool dude,
Before they are seen as a lost cause,
Giving those around them, just cause to leave,
Is something we should expect of ourselves,
If we care to remember our former selves.
Give me a man who's introspects
Who concedes the flaw that's true
Give me a man who can laugh at himself
And can walk in another's shoes.
Give me a man who can stand apart
But who's able to blend in
When the road ends he can restart
He plays fair when he strives to win.
Give me a man who can see the world
Without a filter of preconception
Who can recognize when the script is overthrown
By one nagging exception.
Give me a man who can take a critique
But who can also dish one out
Admitting fault doesn't make you weak
And sometimes there is room for doubt.
Give me a man who hears the quiet voice
The soft alarm that something's wrong
Who steps back, revises his choice
Like rewriting the words of a hit song.
Give me a man who likes to jump in a pond
And swim to the far shore
Who wants to see what lies beyond,
And what the journey's for.
Give me a man with a strong arm and a soft word
Empathetic, but not to the point of harm
Who can go against the herd
When the party line raises an alarm.
Give me the company of men such as these
They'll keep me honest too
A trust so deep to keep at ease
And friends to see me through.
Some might say,
Evidence was first found,
Outside during the day,
As shadows moved round.
Others could contend,
That it started as a force.
Coreward extend,
Causes spinning on course.
People with crops,
Would look to the sky,
Pull out all the stops,
To harvest a ready supply.
Crew on ships,
Gazed up at night,
Saw way Ursa Major dips,
To find the guiding star's light.
The North Star becomes the center,
Half math game overhead,
Orient the circle,
And answer be read.
Looks of a celestial body,
Can be observed,
Unless the weather is shoddy,
And sky libations will be served.
A container is used,
With something inside,
Keeping players amused,
And rules abide.
Sometimes our perception,
Is altered by the scene,
Invokes more reflection,
Or feels like a dream.
Sometimes it goes fast,
Sometimes it feels like forever,
Having a blast,
Or an arduous endeavor.
Many words to measure,
Other languages and ways to represent,
Covet it like a treasure,
So you will not later repent.
You are a guest on this planet
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