Precious are the uncut stones God gifts us,
but their loveliness remains concealed
until we cut them open and polish them.
God's glory in their radiance is then revealed.
With gratitude, put your gems on display.
Increase in His favor; store them not away.
Focus on talents,
Yours and mine, keep on shining,
Sustaining future.
Here we are, our falsehoods are now through,
Did you claim your share from life’s clear view?
Erasing one name from this fragile world,
A name that history forever unfurled.
We left the village just the other day,
Yet for its warmth, we always long and pray.
Enjoying life in our own fleeting ways,
We’re all just bellies hauling earth’s clays.
In youth, we burned as flames in the night,
We bowed to no one, fought with all our might.
Self-centered, stubborn, and deaf to advice,
We plunged into troubles more than twice.
Now, youth and pride have both faded away,
Tamed, we follow life’s humbler way.
Like a flickering lamp that’s lost its glow,
Our fame has dimmed, nowhere left to go.
Her poetic mind is uncannily artistic,
She can make a long grocery list
Sound like an art of Shakespeare
and still forget the humble Pear!
With her talent she writes poems
She can express the emotions
We didn’t even know we had …
Like crying over a sock losing its pair.
Her goals are so lofty
Even the moon gets FOMO
When you talk about them...
I finally came to know how she
Writes the prize winning poems
With profound artistic acumen,
She probably interviews her pen
Before letting it touch the paper!
Keep on writing my beloved poet
Sure, one day you will be the greatest !
Two lovely flowers
Waiting to be picked
I have no hands to hold
So I just look at it and behold
Wonderful evening to all
Enjoying these rays of flowers
Celebrate the time we have shared
A plaster wall flower painting we have cared.
Charming ladies on stage
Performing arts present lovely fright
A gala of presentation thrilling not cease
This wonderful night is truly bless.
Thank you folks and country men
In presenting your talents to the world
How proud our heroes and the old
New generation talents absolutely bold and gold.
I am a cartoonist; have been drawing them since I could hold a crayon.
I will dabble them on paper, cardboard, metal, wood, and rayon.
But I did not know until I was over sixty that I am also a painting fool.
I did not learn anything about either from a mentor or any school.
In ten years I have painted over sixteen hundred of my cartoons.
enough stacked in my garage to make me one of several buffoons.
sure, I am a writer too, and a poet, especially fond of rhyming.
things have come to me automatically, not my own idea or timing.
God has graced me with many talents, and I am overjoyed with His grace.
If I did not take advantage of these gifts, I would feel like a disgrace.
People began to see
The light of every person's
God-given talents:
Both artist and poet
Both writer and composer
Both singer and guitarist
Both actor and director
Both performer and producer
Etcetera, you name them all
It's pure gifts from above.
Where am I needed
with the talents I possess
who will let me know
Many Many
Exploring time
Unwind
The Talent that Jesus gives
The gifts that are present
Its time
In an absence
Made known.
Your age is not your enemy
It can be a remedy to greater success
Growing old can also be dangerous
But you are victorious because
You have gained wisdom so use it!
It is known that the years can wrinkle the skin
But to give up in old age can wrinkle the soul
Reclaim the passion for a curious nature
Your future chapters can be the best
So rise in your old age and
Get yourself out of that cage
Turn a new page and
Do not allow your age to stop
The production of the talents that exist within you
It’s good to know that God’s oldest have always been his choicest
Years fade and life ends
We must do what we came to do and
Maximize the moments in our lives!
Your age is not your enemy
It can be a remedy for greater success
Old age and talent is the greatest combination
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Lodged in men are many free gifts
That life gives a push plus its rifts:
Ability to crucial points sift,
As crisis rages painless drift,
In gyms, later in combats swift;
From one's chest problems cleanly lift...
Quartered in us all sorts of gifts
We cannot sell like mundane gifts:
Success in flushing out a rift,
Millions making from Roadside Thrift
Samson's had kept making him swift:
That of Messi the World Cup lifts...
Try one should to discern one's gift,
And when one has done, The World briefed:
Yes, Gifts classed as Talents could hide,
If you choose to them deride.
to sundari_baru, ind
ian, rajkumar
In case you lower your dignity
The World may try to exploit
It is waiting for an apt chance
To insult and degrade you
If you possess any talent
And if you do not expose it
That may not do to you good
As none knows your skill
You may get inferior jobs
To do, you may be forced
So conceal not your ability
At the right time, exhibit
Due to this shrewd exposure
Duty relevant to your dexterity
May be assigned hopefully
Putting trust on your potential
This will give you job satisfaction
And others will be also benefited
Your reputation will soar high
All will love only your presence.
First you must have faith in your talent
Confidence in yourself must be present
Then your progress will be super fast
All the difficulties, you can just outlast
Methodically if you make the preparation
Perfectly you can execute your portion
Proceed with a positive thought to win
Be firm zestfully, then the task you begin
Never think that you can never at all do
Always believe that God will ever rescue
With hope fill your heart and be mirthful
To all your well-wishers be truly faithful
Maximum optimism is the best spirit
That will highlight finely your merit
Getting upset or confused is very bad
Always trust upon Justice must be had
Definitely the path will contain hurdles
Life will be filled with terrible riddles
A wise man has a balanced approach
His mind, fear cannot at all encroach.
Where they speak
Where they compose
Where they brainstorm
Where they act out
To create
To make right
To edge perfection
Then it septed through
The murky waters of
Knowledge
Those who's and
and what's
Straighten out
the unfralls
Making way
For
Intreies
On who's mark
Starts the
Composment
Sounding out
What words meant
Ready
Ready
The intro's
Starting
Some enjoyed stealing my joy, squelching my light
I let them because I was young, and I thought worthless
They made fun of my talents, calling me names
So, I hid them, thinking naysayers were smarter than I.
That’s a part of feeling worthless.
When I became a mother, things changed.
I was surrounded by tiny beings who loved me.
They were my orbits, and I was their sun.
I ventured out a bit, risking a slice or two of the real me.
Others did not make fun of me, they seemed to relate.
When I became a grandmother one of my new chicks changed me.
She begged me to use a canvas. I had bought them for her.
She was the talent; who was I?
She would not let up, so I decided to waste one.
My life changed with my first painting,
now confidence parades my truth.
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