Tenacious on occasion.
Orderly always.
Unspoiled by opinions of others.
Generous to a fault.
Honesty is his only policy.
Outperforms what is expected.
Longing for Heaven.
Decisiveness is a strong point.
Backbone shows in the face of adversity.
Ideas that solves problems he owns.
Receptive to the opinions of others.
Downhill is now his direction of flight.
Those gifted with wisdom and cleverness
Come share with me your empathy
In selling my troubles I need some success
Pay a little attention currency
Tell me where to find the spiritual world
I suppose it is hidden too well
And I have to investigate somewhere beyond
The experiences one can tell
It was never my strong point, the keys to unknown
The secret knowledge, all this sort of thing
I’ve a vague suspicion that we never know
Why the winds had to change in the spring
Half-conscious, half out of mind all the time
I search how can we meet again
Come back, love, whatever the dress suits you fine
Hear my calls across time that was spent..
Rosa took a stand
by taking a seat :)
making a strong point
with dignity sweet :D
[I read her autobiography for Black History Month; always admired her, but a big fan of her now!]
Argument was never a strong point.
Based on what I know than I used it.
War was never part of the list
When being right never matters most
Doing right was of outmost importance
Never let your voice be heard by the deafs.
Let your work be seen by the blinds
Fill the heart of those who are troubled with joy.
Heaven will blow horns for your work.
Touch the souls of the deads with strings.
Keep the distance of haters away from your goal
Let be peace between the heart,the mind and soul
Bring future to those who has given up the battle.
Let be light in the eyes on dawn.
Rested are those who has found eternal peace
Lend a hand to those who has a wish
Blessed is the heart that never envies
The soul that never curse
The mind that never witches
But the mouth that encourages with wisdom.
This is a challenge
Even for me,
As acrostics aren't
My strong point...
My friends however
Are far more clever and may
Thrill us all with something
Even better!
Here I am nearly reached three score and ten
life has passed on through my years
it's been eventful that's certain for sure
but have survived it with no tears
Nerves have ruled most of my life
been a battle but won some of them
strangers approaching makes you frizz
but learn to adapt so feel a gem
So often felt not the real thing
not quite the normal guy such a tongue
words were never my strong point
struggle was my word even when I was young
But you adapt finding strength to win
despite the struggles, you get there somehow
been always in a job for worked 44 years
now enjoy retirement fully free now
Standing where I am in truth
pleased to have reached this place
looking back seeing God's hand on me
feel privileged to achieve this at base
( A look back on life from today's standpoint)
He made me look at my insecurities with braveness
His hands of abuse could not scare me
So, I kept quiet and only gave him an eye and said a short prayer while his voice went over the roof top as he shouted to impress those who were watching
Little did he know that I survived
I survived terror, trauma and a worst deal of pain
At that very minute nothing could hurt me more than he could
My fear became my strong point!
My laughter at heart was giggles having a deep eye interaction conversation with a monster
His hormones were not at a steadiness but in rage
His voice was more certain than the loud music I used to be played and all my myth became my truth
At that moment he became a published book of bad errors and mistakes with a poor grammar
This was so rare to me that his desirable rage was filled with hurt and that it could be academically awarded a medal for a movie displaying right in front of my eyes
A rare me was more certain than desirable to see nakedly how the devil looks in soul
He was terror, trauma and a great deal of pain but I could not break but survive
Poet
Masego Nkuna
My humor relieves my future uncertainty
This magic elixir reduces stress most certainly
Struggles through life
Can cut like a knife
But inner strength isn't my strong point emotionally
Some people will only say they love you
If you fit into their tidy li'l box, it's true
Don't be afraid to disappoint
Uniqueness is your strong point
To stand naked in a crowd is an ultimate coup
I'll tell you about something that is rotten to the core.
When outside of church, some preachers cuss like sailors.
My friend saw some of these preachers who like to cuss.
They should be ashamed, preachers are supposed to set an example for the rest of us.
When they cuss, they anger God because it's like slapping him in the face.
Morality is not their strong point, what they're doing is truly a disgrace.
Out of all of the people in the world, preachers are the ones who should never swear.
Those preachers are not God fearing people and it is just too much for me to bear.
This makes me angry and Jehovah God and I are both filled with disgust.
It proves that the world is lost when we see preachers who we can't trust.
(Sadly, this is a true story.)
Evasion, the dagger's sharpened strong point
Slowly has pricked love's joy until now gone
Tedious the effort to time appoint
Verbiage to one who speaks from heart of stone
Fluffy moisture laden clouds float across
the blue sky, gentle breeze stirs heart's desire
Thus love's awakening to you like dross
Intimacy through deep channels expire
Can love's embers be rekindled to flaming
hot Tabasco Sauce, open up cold heart
Let in spring's whispers of love not blaming
Uncork the closed mind to thoughts uncharted
Let not evasion of thoughts and needs trap
Reach forth and receive all from love's tap
Finis'.......
Just for PD
Finished May 16, 2014
High School was not my favorite place
Though I had fun, I often felt out of place
Most of what I learned I would never use
Some of what I learned I put to good use
If your strong point is a love of learning
Work hard and keep that focus burning
Since school is never out forever
It's time to refocus your endeavor
Clearly on the more important things
Of the truth and all the joy it brings.
Gluteus Maximus
That Gladiator of Rome
Got into such a rage
That his mouth did foam,
He cursed and snarled
And snarled and cursed,
Yet things didn’t improve
But got much worse;
His fists beat the ground
And he spat into the air,
No one dare come close
When his temper did flare.
Obviously struggling
To undo a knot so big
Wasn’t his strong point,
He couldn’t give a fig!
Unable to get to grips
With those darn leather laces
His sandals caused such scowls
And grotesque grimaces...
So, aren’t you grateful
That he isn’t alive today?
That bad tempered warrior
Your life he would slay
Just with one of his black looks
Or a growl at your face,
You’d probably explode
With only a trace
Of smoke and shoes
Left where you did stand,
Nothing but grey ashes
On the Coliseum’s red sand!
Undeniably, I have been held in bonds of tears.
Not knowing how to show feeling in years,
Speech has never been a strong point for me.
Points of life are all that my heart will see.
Our words have been unspoken for so very long.
Kindred views between us have always been wrong.
Even though our passion was fleeting, beyond repair,
Now you come to me with self-loathing and despair.
We were then and this now, never to return again.
Once again, you come forth to take all the sin.
Reality is our love was only lust, so we must,
Deal and surrender to the discipline and disgust.
So you and I have a need, burying past in the dust.
Fragile from the start,
Amazing I stood on my own two feet
I was younger, smaller,
Female, weak,
And strength was never my strong point.
A mummy’s girl
Clingy, strange
In a world gone mad.
Shy of my own voice
Whispering in a crowd of screams.
Quivered after the beatings,
Never stood up and said ”no”
I would have run, but nowhere to go
And strength was never my strong point.
Only answered back when heads were turned,
Falling on deaf ears
My whispers
I n a crowd of screams.
Id never amount to much,
Only had dreams’
And dreams are a burden
To the bully’s Flightless
Under the weight of their own grief.
Strength was never my strong point,
But here I am all the same
Firm, unmovable,
And here I am,
in that crowd of screams
Little whispers got up
And began to sing.
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