You can't make a living
If you're not giving
The services you render
Tenders you money
You won't make a dime
If you're idle all the time.
To be somebody
You must do something
To be nobody
Just do nothing
You can't make sweetener
With lime or bitter leaf.
Knowledge is infinite
But limited to those
That does not seek it
You can't picture
What you don't face
You can't be a public figure
Without impact.
I endow book smart
And street wise
For life is two sides
Up and down, good and bad
Day and night, sun and Moon
Mother and father, son and daughter
Life can give you anything, when it's it time.
~~~ "Christmas is the time to rejoice,
reconnect to inner-self and reflect" ~~~
~~~ Quote by Poet ~~~
Creativity creates connection
Honesty hammers humility
Responsibility renders respect
Intuitivity institutes impartialness
Strength sustains supportiveness
Tenacity tenders truthfulness
Mindfulness mends morale
Awareness aspires accountability
Straightfordwardness shows sincerity
Christmas is the time to rejoice, reconnect to our
inner-self and reflect on what we can do to be
better, like thanking the Lord, spreading joy to
family, friends, acquaintances, strangers, and
showing appreciation and kindness at all times.
Count your blessings, sing Christmas songs, share
love and joy through cards and texts, give love
through hugs, kisses and presents, make your
presence felt, and celebrate and be merry.
Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and
and a prosperous New Year … cheers!
(Writing prompt : Wisdom is not enough to calm your fears)
Dark clouds of insecurity surge with menacing storm severe,
the distressed mind is sucked into the whirlpool of fear,
and swirls helpless within the vortex of noxious peril of gale,
gets divested of the feeling that the fright could be notional.
In times of disaster the journey’s end seems to be the plight,
as the light at the end of the dark tunnel doesn’t appear in sight.
The frightened senses feel the air of hazard in the unknown,
where the debris of hope piles up in the domain of fear outgrown.
Beneath the surface of the illusory mortal perception unclear,
the wise mind tries to build the sagacious images of fear
with the contours of reasoning that the astute insight affirms,
knowing the danger and realizing the risk in real terms.
Prudence may enhance fear, exposing the qualms deep,
but it tenders the skill to rationally control the panic state’s creep.
Wisdom doesn’t allay fear, an artifact of emotion innate,
but provides the acuity of acumen to face it with strength sedate.
Yellow, a sunny color -
bittersweet brightness of life.
Wild dandelion its flower,
brilliant in grandson’s eyes.
Watching the Summer spin,
fragile twirling and bend.
Pandemic’s Kindergartner plucks bouquet -
tenders it to grandma.
Isolation had its moments -
streets with no cars,
chasing a lemon butterfly.
“Oh, it flied away.”
His skateboard in pause,
as our lives were,
but in home’s vase,
weeds quickly passed away.
Blaze
Fire tenders
Rush to control
Burns, Smoke, Death, Grief
Irreparable
Irreparable
Damage, Damages
air, water, power
high winds, climate change
Hot
A dispenser of dishonest vice, a peddler of blatant lies,
In his unscrupulous realms, nobility of truth sadly dies,
Where righteous vibes of morality and decency agonize;
Where benevolence cries, pensive in verity’s demise.
Masked in aura of dubious eyes, spurious is his smile,
Hiding deceptions of his charismatic, charlatan style;
Counterfeit is the profile sporting thrill of knavish devise,
Proffering affectionate gile, spinning webs of disguise.
Empowering hypnotism of an alluring, charming face,
Weaving traps of fanciful tales his adventures chase,
Mesmerizing them; seeking the disheartened as prey,
Bestowing faux lexicons of praise, that brazenly betray.
Broken pledges and vows, now bawl from his burial site,
Deep within remorseful soul, churning anguished fright,
Awakening graveyard of victims in nightmarish night,
Burning effigies of dreams destroyed, feelings contrite.
Be on guard for imposters vying lure of sensual glance,
Beware of tenders, beckoning love, enticing romance,
Beware of mountebank, a swindler~ thievery is his art;
Dedicated lifelong, to mission of stealing innocent heart.
In the ‘some’ of a number, a zero gets lost.
In the idea of ‘some’, values turn frost.
In equating ‘some’ with ‘some’ of the few,
A territory is gained and a battle renewed.
With ‘some’ of the trained, the Devil tenders right.
Married to ‘some’, lovers are at plight.
Though spirits blossom in ‘some’ of the prime,
Yet autism and dyslexia, hardly rhyme.
In the distractions of ‘some’ the future is brewed,
In faith and trust, some frets get glued.
Busted disgust in ailments rise,
Money merry, and death surprise.
‘Some’ of the past is a ruinous ghost.
Battered pain ---a spirited host.
Let go of ‘some’. In vigor applause.
Time will freeze and the ONE will cause--
Merriment and laughter in bounty oft,
Colors and treasure, music aloft---
Will see ‘some’ faces, in lustrous delight,
Morning will see the halo of Light.
She is kindness personified
graceful and truly present
in my heart and in yours
Thoughtful and reflective
she writes, what she sees
from the tenders of her soul
Sara is a poetry soup member
who is very special to me,
she is a joy to have around
Love,
Mystic Rose
On troubled roads of life, when opposing sides collide,
Conflict of emotions clamors, agitating ego and pride,
While empathy warns: let forgiveness be your guide,
As benevolent angels, in missives of compassion chide.
Mired in wins and losses, when humanity strums offbeat,
Adversaries propagate hatred, and blatantly mistreat,
As meaningless conversations puff up, donning conceit,
While expressions of solemn amiability retreat in defeat.
A proffer of calm and goodwill, checks enemy’s reign
When sanctity prevails, calming a perturbed domain,
As atonement and humility heal, soothing angst of pain
And disturbed vibes seeking revenge, begin to wane.
As nobility of repentance tenders offers of mercy, grace,
Malevolent behaviors recede, ashamed in disgrace,
And enlightenment of intellect inspires vacuous space,
When hosting redemption, reformed enemies embrace.
In affluence of cognitive thoughts informed minds elate
Harboring tolerance and sympathy, discarding hate,
Being harmonious with peace, mundane life they liberate,
Achieving balance within, unfazed by travails of fate.
It seems to be in my domain
To be scared on everything
Like pain
Frisbees
People with frizzy hair
That seem not to care
Made up words
Like zurd
jurd
And vurd
Or common names
Like sophia
Sophie
Sean
Or unique names like
Gurlda
Or hilered
Or weter
Or people that are super slender
Or people of the opposite gender
Or the centers that say we need chicken tenders
And fractures
Or really big words
Like Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Or Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia
Or Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
And hidden chickens in the kitchen
And people who write poetry
Oh wait
Thats me
Raindrop keeps falling
On my head..
But it isn't rain
It's urine
and some drunk guy mistook my
tent for a portapotty
It's so ing hot and humid
and now my tent smells like hot piss
What a ing night
And those tenders I ate earlier
I'm pretty sure they were bad
My stomach is rippin and roaring
That poor drunk bastard
stumbled off and fell asleep
round the corner
If only he knew just how bad
those tenders were
He'd realize just the sort
of liquid hell thats about
to come raining down on him
Let's see him sleep
on this hot and humid night
with his tent smelling like
putrid
Drop the Needle on the Record
And that sweet soul music blast
" Baby "
Sorry
" Grandad "
A relic now from a previous age
And when you do and it begins
Listen very carefully to whence it starts
To that beautiful cracking sound it makes
And just sit back relax
As it slowly takes and makes you
drift further back and back in time
And in doing so triggers fresh new
memories you though you lost and
who you had left behind
And makes you feel both happy and
youthful once again
Maybe reminding you of your first love
very first dance
Who they were and where you met them
And what it felt like once upon a time
to be young and fall in love for the very
first time
You choose as the song to dance with
your wife at your wedding
The very same cracking noise that
enters and plays out in your head
Which you are left with on repeat and
tenders your mouth dry and speechless
When you are truly dumbstruck in
the presence of someone you not
only just like
But probably have already fallen head
over heels and deeply in love with
i light a candle tonight
i make cinnamon roll oatmeal
the only company that i have is a homeless kitten
i give her some milk
we enjoy the quiet of the aging night
we both need the calm and the slowdown
i pet the homeless kitten
it begins to purr like a child in perfect comfort
i think about today's world and am glad to be quarantined for a bit
we are unplugged with plugs, so i unplug everything
the homeless kitten lets out a few kiddy meows
i laugh at her attempts at expressionism
tonight we hide from the world
tomorrow we do more of the same
the day after that it's back to it
the homeless kitten stays though....until my friend comes to take her
i will light another candle the next night
i will make honey battered chicken tenders with ranch dressing
the only company that i will have is a homeless kitten
i give her some canned tuna
we enjoy the quiet of our last night together
1 final last thing
Before i go
On self-imposed sabbatical
I wish in word's to impart
to all of you
Is this
Love and hope is no longer
dead
As today i discovered and
seen before my very own eyes
2 childhood sweethearts
soulmate 1 true ex-loves
Grind the long hard pathway
back into each other affection
and trust once again
And it restored my fractured
faith in love i lost had stolen
that painful day away
When they eventually decided
to go separate ways and part
So today more above any
other day in the not so recent
past
The news i heard today
Was at long , long last not
tempered with sadness
But instead the kind and
type of news
That whence upon hearing
All the world abound at
that moment of singularity
Love actually tenders time
and light relatively squared
And like i said before is
kind of type of news
That makes me believe
in love once again
Even after a self-imposed
sabbatical
Pondering as one does
With nothing else to moan about
The meaning of life
I needed a metaphor to use
for inspiration
Until i came across
Schroedingers cat
Visualising the old t.v test patern
And wondered is if the freshly cleaned
litter tray put out this morning is
now in fact still clean or now dirty
And whether or not a cat cares
if doing his or her No 2 business
stinks the house out
Or if a tree fall's in the woods
being cut down before and in
it's prime
Playing deaf nullifies and
tenders the theory irrelevant
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