One tiny slip of the tongue
decades of good deeds undone
As long as the race is still on
never declare that you’ve won
Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words can break the soul
Words stick to the mind like super glue
Replay over and over
Jumping over hurdles to get over
Imprinting the narrative
Creating self limiting blue prints
For we are our own beliefs
Sticks and stones will always be thrown
But words leave wholes the will never heal
They steal the places in the head
Where the mind is mislead
Casting aside logic
Like using black magic
Spell bound to the words that was said
Cutting deep deep inside the head
Sticks and stones may break the bones
But words can break the soul
Simple slip of the tongue
Cut throat to cut deep
Irrational words to speak
Casting aside your true beliefs
Becareful with the word's you speak
It can cause someone's soul to get buried deep
Simply by the words we choose to speak
in our french big top
i take the shoulder lenth of the tight rope
bar and our cubism begins
theses are frames in sound film slides
sound is on the beam when we come back for the slip of the tongue
No sweeter thing was ever heard
The advent of the spoken word
Soft notes on high from angels sung
Heaven by a slip of the tongue
Speaking ill of others, gossip, carrying tales
the quickest route to hell's fiery jail
for the mightiest weapon of war is the tongue
Who lives, who dies -- a civil tongue's praises are sung
or for lack of same on the gallows is hung
*Image of Sundial Lawn Landscape by Pixabay.
What is a sundial in the shade?
"What is a sundial in the shade?"
use your gifts and be not afraid,
let your light so shine before men,
and share to all your waking ken,
all simple minds can see the hill,
yet, few whose beacon shines their skill,
ignorance ain't so much a shame,
to be well-learned you should proclaim,
the skilled will test the watery deep,
knowing fully ne'er use both feet,
slip of the foot you'll recover,
slip of the tongue you'll ne'er get o'er,
no one should be their own teacher,
lest a fool will be their master,
an old adage; with age comes wisdom,
although, age comes alone for some.
2021 September 23
*4th Place*
Motto Matters
~~Natasha L Scragg: Judged 2021 September 30
Hope's a lady, a wish, and a prayer,
offering endless possibilities.
She's dressed in hand-me-downs, frail and threadbare,
spun from fears and responsibilities.
She visits the hearts of both old and young,
often appearing as a last resort.
And She has been dubbed a slip of the tongue,
an Angel, and a fantasy escort.
She's stubborn and not known to disappear,
although sometimes She may dwindle away.
And yet, if summoned, She will reappear
when life's calamities come into play.
A granter of wishes, She sets the stage
with anticipation, magic, and trust.
And in the book of life, She turns each page:
She's hung around since we were formed from dust.
How long must the hostility and bitterness continue
The clear majority has made its preference known,
The higher courts of the land have verified what is true.
How much evil and vindictiveness are together sown
Like springtime plantings of wheat and chaff --
Hateful attitudes no one should glibly want to own.
There seems no meeting ground with the other half
No time or place for formulating a working compromise
Relishing every unintentional slip-of-the-tongue gaffe.
A feeling something right and good in America will die
That never again shall we experience the noble calling
To truth, giving praise and adulation to those who lie.
Are we watching the great republic that is America falling?
Our future demands we respond to truth’s higher calling.
“Slip of the tongue…” indeed asserts the mouth
midst heart’s justifying grievous whisper
while soul, caught between deception conflicts
clamors for freedom against guilt-caused angst
vanquishing fraud and falsehood for peace gain.
Lips now can’t be sealed to let justice slip…
thus, faith testifies upon witness stand
to uphold equity’s sense and bearing
praying that fairness won’t slip midst judgment
since the spirit believes, truth* still prevails.
*John 8:32 And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.
August 30, 2020
have you ever
woken up
watching
poor no
the
GOOD morning
where rise and
shine can be
defined by
saying
that the sun
erected at
seven ei
ghteen
and
stayed that
way until a
hairy brillo
cloud but
softer
covered it
and made
rain come
up or at
least
down but now
it sounds that
the sun with
out thinking
is already
sinking or at
most thinking
with no blood
rush to it's
head
veni vidi vici
and so doing
so goes back
to the ball and
refuses to
dance
Forgive, Then Move On
Written: by Miracle Man
2-5-2019
Whatever we've said,
Or whatever we do.
Puts some touchy person,
Into a “He's Racist” stew.
A slip of the tongue,
Years ago, now causes strife
Does revenge change anything?
Forgive and get on with life.
But there is no forgivness,
For previous words uttered.
Many demand a brusing,
For past words muttered.
The vociferation that's loudest,
Seems to win the game.
And usually that person,
Has been guilty of the same.
Some demand respect,
And try forcing the action.
Thinking if the media's on board,
It'll lend a cause traction.
We must learn to forgive,
Once spoken words are amended.
And stop going through life,
Feeling constantly offended.
God forgives, so should we!
Tom
Can't take my hands... uh, my eyes off of you
A slip of the tongue... thought that crap I outgrew
Could live another fifty
Can still be quite shifty
Conniving and controlling, me lovely bucaroos
Can't take my hands... uh, my eyes off of you
A slip of the tongue... thought that crap I outgrew
Could live another fifty
Still be quite shifty
Conniving and controlling, me lovely bucaroos
We have harbored distrust for many generations
It’s time for inclusion, respect in all nations
We must not judge color, or traditions, or dress
We must accept differences, should we expect less?
A slip of the tongue, perhaps a kind word mislaid
Forgiveness must come if ever peace can be made
As you travel through life trying to find your place
You are but one single breath in this human race.
No matter the laws, or massive movements to heed
We must improve ourselves, one by one to succeed
To build a world full of love, we must look within
Raise our hands in prayer, and let healing begin.
Face each other eye to eye, let this be your goal…
See the human inside…there’s no color to a soul!
What crap.
I write of this and that
the dog, the birds, the cat.
In these random fluctuatinos
can't imagine where to be punctuating.
Use the comma, colon, apostrophe for contractions
as i slip and slide to my own in-actions.
A cap, a misspelled word
what I was saying is so absurd,
A cadence, a rhyme,
slip of the tongue un-twined;
some sarcasm to be less benign.
A dot, a dash,
some humor splashed.
What the hey
let me write a least a poem a day
Good or bad,
a message happy and sad;
to tweet a word, a rhyme or two -
Ironic Zink, this one's for you!
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