What we are given…
From the first breath drawn to final sigh,
Our needs are held in hands on high.
Not fleeting wants nor passing flame,
But life’s true needs—God does sustain.
As infants, cradled, small and new,
Through parents’ care, love carries through.
We learn, we grow, we find our way,
Guided gently day by day.
As children, wonder fills our eyes,
With gifts and truths that make us wise.
Through lessons learned and joy we find,
The shaping of both heart and mind.
As young adults, we claim the reins,
Through freedom’s paths and chosen lanes.
We walk unsure, yet bold and free,
Becoming who we’re meant to be.
As adults, steadied by life’s pace,
We search for calm, for strength, for grace.
In quiet faith, our hearts increase,
And we are given strength—and peace.
From the first breath drawn to final sigh,
We’re never left to wonder why.
For all we need, both great and small,
Is given still, for God knows all.
Norman Van Etten
By the sacrifice, of your parents, grand parents siblings children and young adults
Deaths, from 2020 up until now respond..
No less' is it never again? What say you
all.?
The remedy is quite simple, refuse to listen
When the harpys call.' Just look around and
Qualify.. Now no more fear, why not give it
A try?
over 2 years have past now.
i serve my time everyday,
not knowing my offence.
i work everyday to meet your needs.
how long lord, how long….
my beautiful Rachel.
i am not Jacob in this story,
i stand the place of Esau,
what was mine taken by Jacob.
still i will suffer for Rachel,
for the love that once burned hot in winter.
it has not yet been 7 years.
so is there still a slight possibility?
not only i be with you in dreams,
a life of fulfilled desires,
for it has only been a few days.
we were only children,
playing in the frosty air.
now we are young adults,
separated in this life that is unfair.
Here’s today’s New York surprise
I witnessed with my own two eyes:
Reddi-Whip, the cans amounted
To nineteen (and yes, I counted!).
Lined up on a bench, as well
As underneath, and I could tell
They all were empty, for the caps
Were strewn around, by slobs, perhaps.
There was no whipped cream residue
And raindrops hadn’t sprinkled through,
So with these clues, I did conclude
That this was gobbled up as food.
Yet one more possibility
Did naturally occur to me –
A group of young adults or teens
Went crazy spraying all their jeans.
I’ll never know just what took place –
The detritus, though, I’ll embrace
As fodder for my daily poem
About the place that I call home.
True Lovers and the Star
Under the clear night sky
sat a boy and a girl
who professed true love for each other
‘One day I will capture you a star’
said the boy confidently
The girl was amused
and cuddled up with him
deep inside his arms
They would grow into young adults
and would continue to go star gazing
‘My promise to you is real’
said the young man
The girl felt his love
and held his hand
with interlocking fingers
They would turn mid-age together
yet would still find their way under the night sky
‘I have not forgotten about your star’
said the now slightly graying man
Their love was true
and their kisses were as rich as ever
Old age reached them
and they looked out the window of the hospital room
up to the skies and they saw a shooting star
‘That star is for you my love’
he whispered as his final breath released him
For the first time she was alone
yet she had her star
I am so grateful that I got the experience of being a mom
the total love and affection for a small being
who you get to love, nurture, and keep alive
Time passes, though, and both of my boys grew into adults
I still love them as much as ever,
but our relationships have changed, as they should
While they make their way as young adults, I get to sit back
and watch, pray, and support them as I can
Do I always get it right? NOT at all! But it comes from my heart.
As each of them strived to make their mark on the world,
one of my sons experienced addiiction. It has been a heart breaking
journey for the whole family. I pray for him constantly.
It has been very hard to receive scorn and anger from my oldest
son on how I have handled his brother's addiction. Apparently,
I have done nothing right and how dare I reach out for his support?
Families are a wonderful place to find love and acceptance
however, it is also a place to find very deep hurt because
those closest to you can hurt you the deepest.
They say the root of all evil is money
Taking from everyone with their cunning
I think most Americans would agree
Their having trouble feeding their family
Going to the grocery store is extreme
Charging too much due to greed
Don’t care about the people’s needs
Paying too much to feed the family
Gas prices are through the roof
Making it expensive to go to work
Work from home if you can
To survive you need a plan
The cost of living is destroying us
Many can’t make it and are going bust
Keeping are cars until they rust
Survival for some is in “God We Trust”
Property taxes cause rage
Many can’t afford their mortgage
Rents are out of control
Causing many young adults to stay at home
Interest rates are so high
No one can afford to buy
Businesses are closing locations
After many generations
What can we do to survive
Being pushed forward due to pride
Proving we are tough
To stubborn to give up
So many eras make a lifetime pass;
they start and end until each vanished point
explodes into a world of greater joy.
From birth to young adults we pass- then start
again where we will walk another path;
perhaps to fall in love and so expand
a great dimension that will last some time.
Then too, that era's vanishing point springs-
to grant next generation a new turn.
Yes, start anew- then duplicate the path.
If we are blessed we'll watch these come and grow;
new generations make a lifetime pass.
Each comes and goes to make our life complete;
each comes and grows, an era- start to end.
With joy, we'll share- until the final one-
our vanished point that leads to Heaven's door.
Everytime I hear your voice,
I can not help crying,
For your voice is like a sharp knife,
That steadily cuts through my heart,
Because it knows how weak it is.
It has tasted how fragile it is,
And takes advantage of it.
Where can I hide?
To be free from you and your voice?
I cannot forget its strength,
But I want to forget how it feels like,
May be it will slowly fade,
And finally disappear from my memories.
Talking about memories,
We made them together,
And built our life together.
It is such a shame,
That i have to live separately from you,
Just because of the mistakes we made as young adults.
It is a price I pay for my actions,
For no words can ever justify what I did.
If only your voice could stop shaking my heart,
I could try to take off some dust that you left me!
In this day and time
Some of the older people wants
To be young again
Dressing, and acting like
Teens and young adults
Then there's the young people
Who's trying to be older
Dressing and acting like
Older adults, even putting
Up their age, be who you are
Don't fall into entrapments!
i Watched wee hummingbird take flight,
and wondered where her children slept.
As she scurried before dark night,
with ebon hues o'er blossoms crept.
New rose, with soft velvet inside,
perhaps conceals them, unafraid.
A perfect place for young to hide,
away from sun, in coolest shade.
They'll become young adults quite fast.
Their childhood treasures cast away.
To wing afar, as clouds slip past;
find warmer skies in which to play.
I'll miss them, knowing as I yearn,
with Summer's blossoms, they'll return.
July 5, 2022
Sonnet
Our parental will has been broken
The dreams we had for our children are lost
We had the best of intentions
Now we’re incurring the cost
It happens so slowly
We coddle them and let them cry
We called it intuitive parenting
I call it Lord of the Flies
We selfishly rescued our children
We didn't account for the development of their brain
We wanted them to have better
So we robbed them of the growth that manifest from suffering and pain
We’ve validated their flawed positions
We monetarily reward their emotional truth
We don't want them to be hurt or embarrassed
So how dare you point out another view
Forever we've condoned their behavior
We’ve defended by saying boys will be boys
Now we pay for an efficiency apartment
Young adults with video toys
They say when a child does wrong
It’s the parents we should blame
Take a look in the mirror
Perhaps this is why they rarely change?
"Work pals who Zoom together, stay together." (taken from an article "36 captions for Zoom Meetings, not attributed to anybody in particular)
I’d never heard of Zoom before a few short years ago.
But in my teaching it became a thing I had to know.
It took about a week to learn, for I’m a little slow,
but after two years I can say I still am not a pro!
I made up terms: Zoom on; Zoom off. I only can suppose
that others working from their homes have made up terms like those.
These days I teach while in the classroom, yet up on the screen
are kids I bet are still in “jammies,” just their faces seen!
Some young adults opt to stay home. It makes things hard for me.
Games can’t be played when half the class is learning virtually!
Things can get crazy when somebody isn’t using Mute,
and you might hear some background noises not exactly cute.
We teachers know not everyone is focusing on class.
One good thing is no one has to know if you have gas!
Yes, it’s a crazy world, and even Zoom dating’s a thing,
while Zumping is the latest craze to dump a Zoom-time fling.
Feb. 2, 2022 for the Buzzwords Contest of Kim Rodrigues
The sky is blue,
The grass is green
Give me a reason why
People are mean.
Wherever there’s a couple,
There’s a feud.
In front of children,
That’s an example of rude.
It hurts the worst
during socializing
Such words can
be very destabilizing
When was peace and harmony
against the law?
Seems like everything settling
Tis nothing but a flaw.
Who can we call
when trouble is afoot?
Even cops nowadays
don’t play by the book.
Mentally and physically,
kids smoking “weed”.
Whether that’s candy or cardboard,
that’s how they feed
Young adults and senior citizens,
playing the fools.
What examples are they,
When they disobey their own rules?
Ha, abusers.
I laugh at the name.
But all that laughing ends,
When its time to play their game.
Yep, abusers seem heartless.
Nothing seems to stop them.
Now stop and listen up
To this non-melancholic hymn
Why abusers are young adults.
It’s time to expose their identity.
You’d be quite surprised about
What they use as an entity.
Seems abusers are powered
From the distress they create.
It’s usually unfathomable how they do it,
But once I’m done, you can relate.
Ever knocked over a roach,
Watched it squirm on it’s back?
Or struck a squirrel with a rock,
And slowly, it’s life, began to lack?
Abusers play that dirty game,
The animals they harm are humans.
And now, time to tell the mass
That creates all of this confusion.
Most abusers are young adults,
Teenagers that got it all.
Even those creepy older people,
That likes to see people fall.
Hear me out,
That’s the truth.
Don’t go running and
telling that to your youth.
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