COFRATERNITY
advocating
the
synonymous
curiously
vernacular
enjoyable
&
naturalistic
erstwhile
sensibly
provocative
Cowards are those who resort to violence.
And cowards are those who hide behind silence.
Violence seekers try to conceal a complex.
And want to show off how their muscles flex.
Silence embracers try to cope with a weakness.
And live in unfathomable bleakness.
Why don’t people act humbly and sensibly
So that others keep their dignity and live happily?
Why do they have to disguise their flaws with arrogance?
And why do the aggressed show a lot of patience?
Both parties are to blame for their cowardice
If not treated respectfully, people should act with competence.
If time was currency,
Would we treat it like cash?
Would we be open handed
Or hide our stash?
If borrowed, would it be demanded
Back quickly with added interest?
Would we spend it sensibly
And wisely invest?
Would we feel more inclined
To an equalising? Or become greedy?
Would the wealthier gain more
While there's less for the needy?
If time was currency, would we better
Appreciate the value of a life?
Would we live with deeper meaning?
Or would we dismiss global strife?
Whatever its form or how it is spent,
The currency means nothing at all.
Without the things that matter the most
Humanity prepares itself to fall.
Health care begins when we listen to internal signals.
Oxygen in air we inhale gives energy for body functions,
Living is then set to a rhythm by routine exercise.
Ingredients of the food we eat chosen with care,
Self-temperance is then the key to good physical shape.
Tasting with liking each wholesome bite for nutrition,
Intuitive awareness helps choose the healthy options,
Comprehended sensibly these silently nurture the whole.
Hydration in ample measure washes the body inside out.
Enthusing vigor revives through rest after tiring times,
As the inner clock aligns with the advent of the dawn,
Languishing nerves are lavishly suffused by the sunshine.
Turning worry into prayer time offers the divine care,
Hopeful mind rests calmly poised with the trust in God.
Currently the security profit programs is hesitant
Sista bad ways the masters degree premonition holder has eliquented us inside of the never growing fortress of people's passed economic struggles as mimes
Yet the obstructioni zing doth not permit a permit
Ye of vittles portion lacks the fortitude of good days in labor
Between Camarillo livibility lengths and Newbury Park rotations as the same
None may improvith stations whilst sista bad feelings goes into debt full idea administration worry
It was autumn
Before the round
Something shivered
Tools wasn't full
Vans change, tools out strange the work
All damseled
In respite
Shane apprehension grovel
Lost beside his print
Finding his father's name
April, too new city managers
Yorks and shires bereaved
I wasn't your only father's rent
The war counted on better rays
Rates add fits
In byes gondolas say
To write wrongs
Haven't worried sensibly
The round became my leaving board
A pond as his mother's springs
She sheltered little in life
Deathly burden to me
Manhattan Surrender my moons light
I plead guilty
Of saying,
My grandchild is
The most beautiful
The most wonderful
The most intelligent,
It shows, it is so evident,
Absolutely so loving,
Character and nature so giving,
Makes friends instantly
And acts independently,
And so much fun,
Takes my hand
To help build sandcastles
In the sea sand,
Likes to share,
Tells you if she feels you are wrong,
That is not fair,
And how old is this little wonder,
Who is not even afraid
Of an intense storm
With lightning and thunder,
Two years and 8 months,
Who converses so sensibly,
And comprehensibly,
I am not exaggerating,
Such a wise little mind
Who is also so truly kind,
Who tells me I am not pronouncing
“Absolutely,” Correctly
It is ab-so lut-ely yiayia, she says,
And I beam at you with pride
You are so little, yet mature
Everyday we love you more and more,
And one day when our time is up,
I hope no time too soon,
When you look up and
See a full bright moon,
And lots of glittering stars,
It’s Yiayia and pappou ,
Sending you hugs
And love galore.
YIAYIA AND PAPPOU ARE THE GREEK WORDS FOR – GRANNY AND GRANDPA
Sometimes I miss you terribly
Because I love you crazily
But I do love you sensibly
So never be concerned by me
No crystal ball for us to see
To look ahead to what will be
But what I know intrinsically?
Inside an acorn lives a tree
We are not cynical
She had been married once or twice and lived among
the rich, that was what happened to air hostesses when
there was a frisson about this job.
Her last husband came from Amsterdam, a doyen of
the fur trade, elegantly dressed, and a walking stick
With a stick, one assumes he was quite elderly.
He had bought her a flat with many rooms, too many
one of lesser background would think, then to her
surprise, he suddenly died
So what was a girl to do, sitting with a flat not all
paid for, sensibly, she rented out the flat to people
Who could pay and keep the heating on come winter
Then she met her final man just as her legs were
getting tired, he would do, she thought he had a car
and doesn't bother about a high-flying life
Thus, a love story blossomed, if not a lady and a trap
Yet, a love story of a sort, he needs her to do the talking
So he can sit in his room and write
Hearts are patched up
stitched tight
yet
small perforations
may
let in
that strange light
that is not light
like God is not God
Love is not a Band Aid
love doesn’t heal
it cocoons self-inflicted
wounds
it maintains the hurt
at acceptable levels
Rubber bullets
in time
wound the shooter
If your heart is big
you're going to need
more bandages
You may occasionally
stub a toe on love
however
you're more likely
to lose the ability
to walk or talk sensibly
No one ought to -
should
blame you
for this predicament
this
situation
...but they will
I dived into the cauldron of magic potion
And turned numb
Watching helplessly as my body
Transformed into glimmering stars
All set to twinkle in broad daylight!
Then I found myself in the air
And heard a child wail out
At how gorgeous is the cloud
That is passing above his head!
What has happened to me, I wondered
As I realized that I was the cloud he was talking about!
With a sense of dread settling over me
I tried to get back into the cauldron
So that I may try to get back into my former shape
But the winds blew me further and further away
Towards the open sea where the waves rage and roar!
I felt myself disintegrate further and further
As I fell into the water and told myself
That this must be the end of me:
From human to water,
Merged with the great ocean!
Greed leads one to his own destruction
The magic potion was intended to be
Used sensibly
And I, hankering after its potency
Could only now wander if it is
My tears which are drowning me in this vast ocean
Or if the ocean water is that which drowns my tears!
I feel for the abused Chinese Korean Japanese..'
In twenty twenty, the vision was skewed altered
By some loaded news' as the bbc and itv and sky
Did the bidding, from on high.' They reported of much?
Mainly fear and death and as such.' they whipped into a frenzy
Did not comport sensibly, rather ran stories on a spitting
Causing a killing ' that claim though un-proven' fed through
The people like leven; most poision-ed.' So fellow humans
Suffered, against them curses were uttered.' Then violence
Unseemly unleashed.' Such a shame there was seen.'
I ask why such was the theme.? I hope much better is
Engendered, And should these media outlets be held?
Sequesterd.? There should be a redress.! I'm proposing
To combat false information, that should not be the least.'
Instead on truth may we feast.)
For He ministers, and will here govern precious?
(Yeshua) most welcome' He alone is the best!!
The daffodils are never flattened by tornados,
the little lambs always enjoy a pleasant Spring,
and oft they giddily gambol.
The sun is not too warm nor cool,
the sky steadfastly blue.
Wordsworth took a walk
and wrote yet another pleasing poem
regarding the green grass and
softly rolling emerald hills -
no mention of rainstorms
or hurricanes.
In America, we read
of such pleasant,
pastoral perfections,
but most,
sensibly,
refuse to believe them.
Birth to death is a downward slide
Notice the signs every day
My luscious hair is thinning rapidly
Muscles are starting to decay
Eyesight's caused me to wear by-focals
My back's in perpetual pain
Haven't had to use one of those walkers
Don't have use of my brain
On the bright side still alive and kicking
Though high as I once did
Keep exercising and eating sensibly
Gonna try to stop my skid
Got a few years left in this body
Making best of the time I've left
Spreading cheer with my silly old rhymes
Till my bod's laid to rest
Phew!
Trust yourself
===========
If you know who you are,
Then no one can fool you.
If you feel that you can face your problems,
Then no one will enter into your affairs.
So trust yourself.
Never underestimate yourself,
God who is above you-
Created you with capabilities.
Use them wisely, sensibly,
No one can beat you in anyway.
So trust yourself.
Do what your conscious says,
Conscious is gift of God.
It will guide you properly,
And help you to act correctly.
So trust your conscious,
Then you will trust yourself.
Trust your creator,
He will guide you-
to trust yourself.
So trust yourself and
Carry on with your life.
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This world is a complex one
so many think so many various views
how are we to think about this sensibly
there's a need to consider what's really true
There's a great need to know how it began
I mean regarding this world and all we see
nonsensical is any view other than a creation
look at history to see how we don't agree
The scriptures are the only reliable source
anything else is man's ideas self-made
God the creator is the source of all things
before creation, there was nothing been laid
Wars, hatred, and death will be
no matter men's attempt to find peace
till God is given His rightful first place
but man wants first place, ignores God's pleas
Religion won't ever solve this dilemma
God requires a real-living relationship
remembering God's promise to stay
close by you bringing true fellowship
God sent Jesus to rectify man's problem
that our sin be blotted out for good
so to receive the freedom to believe
then God will be rightly understood
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