I wouldn’t say that life is fair, but sometimes the wind blows in our favour. We do sense tension in the air, every time life issues a disclaimer. In life you may be coerced, in to becoming a self blamer.
What bitterness and grief has life in store for me? If only my good deeds redeem me from being a shamer. You may mock me for what I am today, but tomorrow to your deeds you will be a claimer.
Whatever good you do along the way, will come back to save you when you need acclaimer. On earth you have no time to spare, on your target you should be the aimer. Life can be shocking sometimes, but no need to be the exclaimer.
It’s little things that do count in life, if to your soul you want to be a tamer. A friendly smile or a nod of the head, to your self-esteem you will be a reclaimer. Or a kind word that might earn you respect, or for which you could enter the hall of famer.
Honour your word and gain peoples hearts, to your reputation it won’t be a restrainer. Seek wisdom in the womb of life, to your dignity it will be a maintainer. Don’t sell your soul for what it’s worth, unless you want humiliation to be your enslaver.
Saleh Ben Saleh
February 06, 2007
The Container
Contained around me is a wall you see.
Thick layers of molten and rock are here.
But the wind is what keeps bringing near.
And the Stars keep telling me to be me.
Shining down is a light that just might be.
Followed by decades and decades of year!
And swallowed up by all might for a fear!
Whisked away they were shining as they flee.
The Sun set ever so high.
And the Moon peered out.
You could reach the sky,
And knew what it is all about.
You do know it’s the restrainer?
Collecting contents in the container!
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007
Oh great restrainer
By the hour you chime
Infinity rebels
Against your well crafted line
You offer fractions of fullness
In each step more refined
In stages you come
Rending hearts we've consigned
A blessing so evil
An oxymoronic design
Sweet treasure and yet so despised
So impacting so elusive is time
For by time a newborn takes her first breath
And in your sequence lies the paradigm
Unforgettable pages of life and death
We spend lifetimes attempting to define
The hope for more
The need for less
If it's the one you adore
Or the pain that finds you vexed
We can't turn it back
For those moments we lost
Or keep it on track
For the dreams we sought
But we can choose
To whom we give our time to
If it's wasted or wisely it's used
And the value by which it is viewed
Whatever you do laugh, love and drink that wine
For in rapid succession times picking up the pace
As a poem turns prayer to that maker of mine
When it comes to time may we walk it in grace
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