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Trustworthy cane, beside me rests so near,
A steadfast friend, in every weather clear.
Through rain or shine, it lights my way,
A loyal guide, night and day.
In corners sometimes it may reside,
Forgotten when life's tides collide.
Yet, with a stare, its help it extends,
A true reminder of a faithful friend.
From birth's first breath, we learned to crawl,
Exploring places, both big and small.
Now in old age, a different grace we glean,
Walking with a cane, hope's newfound scene.
In your polished wood or metallic frame, a history resides,
A witness to moments where life collides.
Lean on you I may, but stand tall I do,
For you are the friend that helps me push through.
Embracing change, we stride hand in hand,
Traversing the landscapes of shifting sand.
Oh, walking cane, you're more than a prop,
You're a symbol of strength, never to stop.
Whom to trust,
In my mind this question bursts,
I thought to take this near crust,
But still it might always buzz!
Whom to trust,
Without the trustworthy, I always adjust,
Everyone thinks, that’s all disgust,
But I never mind and look front!
Blindly I thought to trust my friend,
Secrets were also truly shared,
But that guy laid all the secrets out by the weekend,
And this friendship had the end!
Blindly I thought to believe my aunt,
I told her to say true, but she said-“I can’t!”
With this she broke my true heart,
And always left me apart!
Soon, I thought to trust my mom,
Similarly I said her to share the truth, common!
I was shocked till that Mon,
My mom wasn’t like my friend or aunt!
From the day, I concluded whom to trust,
Be it the end of august,
One must always trust mom,
Because she is the only one to be trusted for long!
I work with sixty adults
Out of these sixty I trust one
To keep a confidence
I had tried to trust two
But one could not do it
So
now
I
trust
one.
On my way home waylayers waylaid me
and repeatedly ravaged me ravenously,
It was a dark, dreary and dreadful dusk
and I was alone, lonely on a lonesome lane.
Wasted and waived by the wayside
I was wallowing in wrath woefully,
Until a wayfarer wandered my way
and wondered what with me befell.
Lost and yet livid with lingering ire
by the wanton ways of the waylayers,
I gave in gratefully to his generous grip
of my hand and heaved myself upright
and hugged him heartily.
~03/29/2018
~Alliteration contest by Silent One
When the rising tides of the storms of life assail,
My hope abides fastened secure to the Rock.
When the chilly waters cause my strength to fail,
My heavy anchor and God’s eternal love interlock.
When the blasts of fear come near my soul,
And the tempest my confidence can defy;
My anchor in the daring straits securely hold,
And firmly embraced in God’s loving arms am I.
My anchor keeps me safely moored in the wind,
Strongly tied to the Rock that commands the calm.
It keeps my vessel’s hull secure and me within,
And never drifts into the waves of a dangerous storm.
And when the floods of death make cables strain,
The hand of God holds tight against the wave.
So my faith in my Savior can fully intact remain,
And my hopes I retain secure and my anchor I rave.
reaching yet not holding, being and touching without a feeling
upon the folding seas, in fleeting flickers and with fingers short
or very long, I appear regularly in movies and am sung of in many
songs, by me are colours altered as I fall upon the world without
a sound, and when Ii stand.! on grass earth or sand, it is for none
to bid me no! or move me from my ground, at other times when I
arrive I will take up a good half of everything that goes right round,
yet as it was i the days of yore, and as it will be in the coming days
galore, when you search me will nothing be found!
Joe Maverick
who I was,
you remember, you feel it;
you touch
my heartbroken heart, you soothe it;
every time
upon me your hands you lay,
my darkness
deep in me you cast away;
and it's you
who light my path now and then,
convincing
me I'm worth your love again!
Trustworthy
is a feeliing of something
Trustworthy
is something you do
Trustworthy
is something you just not telling me
What?
Trustworthy
is hard to think about