Walking Cane
Senryu
My walking cane
leading me to my
cold grave
‘Don’t judge a man ‘til you walk a mile in his shoes’
Great advice we can all surely use
An earlier version
may also apply to every person
‘Don’t judge your friend ‘till you’ve been in his place.’*
pertains as well to a different case
If you witness questionable behavior at work
don’t jump to label the person a jerk
Follow him home, to 'his place:' Watch how he treats his loved ones
~ Perhaps he’s devoted to his wife, daughters and sons
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*Talmud - Avos 2:5
The Journey
Exploring thy purpose
Understanding testimony
Miracle encountered
Assurance in believe
Heaven’s Vibe
Analyzing capability
Having no Doubt
The world wouldn’t understand
Beyond the world’s conscious
Created through excellence
Faith within
Seas pure and true
Walking in pursue
Distance seen
Miles to gain
Preparation derived
Waters reflect
Destiny a waits
Spoken Voice
Heaven’s words.
Biblical promise from the beginning
Preparation well kept
Heaven’s arrival
Meeting all the Disciples, Moses, Joshua, Abraham and many others
Far beyond the ridges of Earth
Eyes have not seen
Seeing my friends who passed before me
The place of sweet and spiritual vibes
Walking around Heaven Day and Night
Golden prayers
Calm, Secrete and Pure
No worries nor pain
Uplift into a new tomorrow
Songs of Glorified
Hallelujah praise
Appreciation being on the highest
Angels fly
Kingdom of Thy
Talking personally to everyone including the Lord face to face
Living on Earth was a waste
Spiritual rise
Heaven’s Revelation energize.
I walk along with the crowd.
Before me unfolds
The clasping hands of lovers.
I walk along with the crowd,
Listening closely to the sound
Of something beating within me.
'At last,'
I realized the sound of my heart
Had always been with me.
Though lovers may
Let go of each other's hands for a moment,
The pulsing rhythm of my heart
Never lets go of the warmth of my hand.
Yet,
Intoxicated by one another,
They awoke after a while,
Only to find themselves under different skies!
Yet,
I, too, had grown intoxicated!
With the sound of my beating heart,
I awoke after a while,
To find myself under the very same sky!
Therefore,
'I am not alone.'
She is a walking juxtaposition:
Amicable qualities dressed in futility, far-fetched pictorial in a living illustration, painstakingly carefree—a telltale tribulation.
Ambivalence irks aptitude.
Foreshadowing scurries in a frenetic gambit, a stratagem of the devil himself.
This oddity is a fleck, resurgent in its nature—a drop of dew, a grain of sand.
Do all you must to bait her,
debate her.
Commotion, admonish, plaudit.
The audacity of her tacit agreements.
Such abysmal fervor could be the making of a luminary.
The mind set of this world
has lost all sense under humanitarianism
which beggars a belief system to function properly
As the suffering has increased we become prisoners fighting for the lack of charity to speak
Understanding righteous in today's government
our mission is to promote sacred doctrine
that which houses the welfare of our people past and present
Our future as it stands as humans looks bleak
so many suffer hate by promoting unholy vices
Perfection is not in mortal man to begin with
it comes from the love of God
Forgiving our wrongs and making them right
wisdom has many shades and colours to draw peace
it's hot, i'm barefoot
walking in flowing water
touching mossy rocks
Quote by me today " The best is yet to be for you n me " scottydotti _the_poet
W alking in the rain ~ so refreshing
A lways enjoy being amoung nature
L ove to go hug a tree or two
K nowing tranquility fills my soul
I n soup family I've found my nitch
N o more questioning myself am I good enough
G oing for my dreams ~ dreaming big
I t is just so great to be alive
N o more anxiety, keeping me back
C ould this be the best years to come !
O h I do believe its my time
N othing will stop my ink ~ flowing
I am free as an eagle in flight
S uch a time as this to soar
T he inspiration from you all, I appreciate
O h the ones~ without mentioning names know who they are
N ever stop soaring to new heights my friends
Sailing the tropics of loneliness
as the moon sails the sea of night
with only stars to guide me
and dreams ‘til you’re beside me
it’s destiny and the future’s looking bright
walking the deserts of emptiness
as the sun burns the sands of time
I bless the day you found me
now I want your arms around me
c’est la vie you are the reason to my rhyme
they say no one cares but I do
these days no one shares but I do
it’s not their affair to have faith in prayer
or believe in love but I do
I do speak my mind and I come through
I follow my heart and I do love you
Technology has done much good,
but can’t cure the common cold,
it can keep you looking young,
but not from growing old.
'Let your fingers do the walking,'
used to be the plan,
nowadays, it's all thumbs and emojis,
as smart phones dumb down man.
When online, doing a search,
no matter what I type,
the 'engine' always knows best
and 'corrects' my text to the current hype.
Mostly, I'm so tired of being asked,
by AI, 'How did we do?'
when, in the end, I did all the work,
now, how about you?
As shades lengthen, while shoots up
The last, most intense of
Day's luminous image
So does wickedness increase
With all of its fury
At the end of an age.
I took a walk in the garden with God this morning
as the phrases to the old hymn washed over
my soul "And he walks with me and he talks with
me and he tells me I am his own"
Those beautiful words not only calm my soul,
create peace in my heart, but they cause goose
bumps to rise up on my skin
Simple words written so many years ago
reinforce my faith and remind me that
I am never alone in my life's journey
and "the joy we share as we tarry there,
none other has ever known."
Something as simple as walking Black in America can be a risk, especially for Black males. They are sometimes labeled as suspicious, not all the time, that’s why I said “sometimes.”
They can be harassed, singled out, targeted, stopped, questioned or even arrested just for being Black.
Suspicious can be considered as, walking Black, the type of clothes you’re wearing, your hairstyle, for walking in “their” neighborhood. I don’t know a single person who owns a “neighborhood,” but whatever. It can be if you’re walking in a group, walking by yourself, if you’re walking with your hands in your pockets, the time of day, the time of night, walking too fast, walking too slow, or even to meet a quota.
So keep in mind, while walking Black in America, you may be considered a “high risk,” and it’s a possibility you “might” get stopped, so I ask that you please be compliant.
Be safe, be careful, be vigilant, be blessed, be aware, but do not afraid.
And last but not least, Be Proud!
You have a right to walk, so walk with your head held High. Walk with Boldness, Walk with Confidence and Walk with Integrity, but do not walk in fear.
I walk alone on silent cobblestones,
Deep in a darkness that is mine alone.
The thoughts of past years cannot slow my stride,
With nowhere left to run and nowhere left to hide.
The wraith of a silhouette is all my own,
Dragging its chilled ghost of flesh and bone.
No breath in the air, no whisper anywhere,
Just hollow shadows fading in the winter glare.
Grey-light breaks to warm my heavy steps,
Marked deep upon the frozen stone it cuts.
I marvel at the leaves, all aimless blown,
As morning wakes the ancient, silent cobblestones.
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