My Diploma Reads
“School Of Hard Knocks”
Miracle Man
1/6/2025
Your time and your talent I once heard said,
was all a young person needed to get ahead.
So I’d rise up early and lace up my shoes,
I spent a few years just paying my dues.
The life goal I had was to retire some past fifty,
but this wouldn’t happen without being thrifty.
I posted my goals where I’d review every day,
along came promotions and raises in pay.
I invested in the market and had a 401-K,
investing paved the road that I travel today.
In the “school of hard knocks” I learned tricks,
and I was able to retire at the age of fifty-six.
Twas thirty years ago, since ending my quest,
I have no regrets, because God has truly blessed.
Young Person
Did You Know
Miracle Man
3/15/24
Seeds of success seldom sprout,
unless watered with perspiration.
If Patience isn’t in your formula,
your shy an important ingredient.
I am a civilian at war
I do not know how to hold a gun at all
I hope to return home a warrior
I am a civilian at war
facing giants and the world
I hope you hold my hand when I stretch it for help
I am a civilian at war
My feet are swollen and my stomach as well
I hope you feed me when I won’t be able to lift my hand
I am a civilian at war
My uniform has rugs
I hope you dress me when you see me naked
I am civilian at war
Confused by man’s religions
I hope you guide me if you see me my friend
I am a civilian at war
My riffle has run out of bullets
I hope you recharge mine if have some in excess
I am woman
alone in a labour room
I hope you come to my rescue if you hear my voice
I am a man
Depressed
I hope you talk to me when you see me drowning
I am girl child
sexually Assaulted
I hope you protect me next time you see me alone
I am a young person
Caught stealing and swindling my loved ones
I hope you employ me next time you read my resume
The days turn into night
how quickly they pass by
from day to day
then from year to year
time runs away
minutes that come and go
moments lost in time
how quickly they pass
as a young person
it seemed so long
as a old person
we wonder where it went
so as days turn into night
and minutes and hours pass by
remember time does slip away.
A new party that will bring unity is needed
Merging Republicism and democracy
Every young person today desire change
Rising from the dying embers of the past
Inspire and show true leadership for all
Choose to remain in glory past or it future
Awake once again the great American dream
LOOKING BACK IN TIME...
I WAS SITTING IN A CLASSROOM.
AS A VERY YOUNG PERSON.
AND THE TEACHER SAID.
LET'S ALL CLEAR OUR MINDS
AND THINK OF THE DIFFERENT WAYS
WE CAN COUNT TO 100.
I THOUGHT ABOUT THE TASK.
1... 1 2 3...100
2... 2 4 6...100
4... 4 8 12...100
5... 5 10 15...100
10... 10 20 ...100
20... 20 40...100
25...25 50 75 100
50... 50 100.
THE POINT IS
WHEN WE CLEAR OUR MINDS
WE ALLOW OURSELVES
TO THINK AND DISCOVER
OUR OPTIONS IN LIFE.
IT ALSO ALLOWS US
TO INCREASE OUR AWARENESS
OR ELEVATE OUR CONSCIOUSNESS.
WHEN WE DISCARD
THE PROPAGANDA ,
HATRED , ANGER , ANIMOSITY
AND JEALOUSY.
WE FREE OURSELVES
FROM OPPRESSION ,
TYRANNY , MENTAL SLAVERY.
CHAOS , MAYHEM AND THE
BOMBARDMENT OF DISTRACTIONS.
CONFORMITY,
DESTROYS , LIMITS , RESTRICTS
AND ELIMINATES OUR FREEDOM.
ONCE AGAIN BRINGING US
TO THE CONCLUSION
LIFE IS GREAT ...
FANTASTIC ...
INCREDIBLE ...
AND AT TIMES...
UNBELIEVABLE.
Michael E. Harris
06221022
He claimed to be a modern young person,
age-old beliefs out of his mind had gone,
but for one superstition
that got his full attention,
he was surprised it would soon take him on.
On a warm day as the sun melted dew,
he stepped out of home for job interview,
as he passed neighbor’s backyard
a black cat he saw chase birds,
it crossed his path before he had a cue.
Although he thought the interview went well,
he feared on his hope cat’s bad omen fell.
When the job offer he got,
searched for the black cat a lot
to present it a plate of mackerel.
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March 3, 2022
Syllable count : 10/10/7/7/10 (HMS)
Contest : Tall Tales 1
Sponsored by : Jeff Kyser
A stream flowing through the old oak tree is still alive.
The heart of the forest (wood which has lived to long it is, unexpected obstacle, this living log
and complicated cover which I lowered)
of rich redwood of old green growth
the menagerie where these forests are in English it is simple.
Once of the lower order I climb up to be exchanged.
Decrease slippery many salamanders for example,
going in and out of the mouth of holes in the clay.
Fighting it depends on the rough ligneous wreckage.
Many kinds are compared to the forest
where the plantation and other young person maintain
social structural their heritage and are managed,
at least temporarily.
It is expected some watching while a few others
all over one maintains their feelings, facial composure.
Being natural, the dependence of many more of the same
but different shapes to the feature of the old forest.
Some salamanders are short thick headed and round.
It lived and died inside, the wooden cavity of the oak.
Others with heads to huge were lowered deeper inside.
Before, perhaps, it's empty when full catching breath because
of the heritage which remains there it is there rooted mainly.
Imagine, if you can, a heavy iron wheel,
A wheel that turns slowly,
Well oiled and never still.
Every new day that dawns,
A new baby somewhere is born,
And added to the wheel,
That keeps turning, never still.
The new baby is in this circle,
Starting in life.
As time passes, she may become a mother,
Or be a husband's loving wife.
Though the wheel moves slowly,
To us all, it seems to fly,
Soon this young person sees her youth,
Waving her goodbye.
As we turn the next page,
To continue her journey on the wheel,
It's incredible how quickly we age,
As the wheel keeps slowly turning still.
Age tells us we are old,
We are no longer new.
If we were aware of that, years ago,
We would not believe it's true.
Age conjures up a feeling,
Of illness and decay
Gnarly and wizened,
Realizing we have had our day.
The wheel of life keeps turning,
It will never cease.
It starts at our beginning,
And turns, till we decease.
When old people leave this earth,
To go to a better place,
More new babies are born,
To join the Human Race.
This dear new born baby,
Is added to the wheel.
A wheel that turns slowly
Well oiled and never still.
IS THERE NO END
Boom, Boom- goes the night
Rattle tat-tat, they fight
High-pitched screaming pierces the sky-
As another young person prepares to die-
Turn on the news
A child is crying-cause- they have been abused-
While mom is pleading for justice to be served-
Across the city-another person is hurt-
__NEWS FLASH__
Drunk driver’s car jumped the curve-
Schools are no longer safe to attend-
Drive-by shootings-gang fighting-drugs
Is there no end?
Ladies pushing babies-stops to buy crack
Baby starts crying-mom goes “whack”!
Police cruise down the streets-shakes their heads
They blame the parents for the education they never got-
Knowing they are being mocked; they surmise that these streets are mean
The people are lost and confused-
The children are neglected and abused-
Is there no end?
Boom, boom goes the night
Rattle-tat-tat-they fight
High-pitched screaming pierces the sky-
As another young person prepares to die-
We play fools with this life. We all take turns. No one gets through their life without being burnt.
Quick step or Waltz your dance maybe or even a Jive. But get taken out at the knee and be sidelined for life.
Confidence lives in your heart until the grey hairs come out. Caution then constantly, living life watching out.
That old young person you used to know, you used to be. Imagine what they’d say about you now if you met timelessly.
We all age like fine wines. We all store wisdom of life. But it ain’t bad getting old, no more being scared of the nights.
Another Day
In the morning when I wake,
I am thankful I can see.
I am grateful.
I take a survey and find,
that I hurt in many places,
some way more than others.
Age... is a hard thing to understand.
There are too many issues,
to convey and no time left to do so.
Yeah, there may be a year...
or two or ten.
But getting older has been,
an experience.
Sometimes you have to do a thing,
to truly know how it feelzzzzz...
I sit up slowly not fast,
as I get dizzy.
Not from the normal flow of blood,
but the medications that I take.
It is just part of "getting older"...
But, I don't want to believe,
that part to be...
true.
"I remember when's" come up all the time.
"I wish that the I had's", were less often.
That would always be a good thing.
If I were to tell any young person today,
about tomorrow or even yesterday,
I would tell them loudly,
strongly and with all that I had to offer,
live and never stop living.
Regret is an evil sister,
you never want to live in the house
you will always intend to call home.
Do not be a toad.
Laugh.
Ann Foster BooksbyAFoster
You are happy to be called WISE but You don't real know the value of Wisdom.
You are quick to insult and neglect a wise young person because you don't real know the meaning of Wisdom.
If Wisdom could mean Old age , Most African governments could be ruled by Wise people.
If Wisdom could mean the higher University Qualifications , D.R.Congo could be ruling by the most wise leaders.
Wisdom is very important gift which comes from God and It is in some young and old people.
Some hypocrites can play the role of Wisers and get a quick recognition but it takes long time to recognise a good Wiser in a bad society.
A Wise leader can not sell out his people.
A Wise person can not receive corruption.
A Wise person fears God.
Poet Alfonso Warally Chris
“Engineers, surgeons…all the high stress jobs,
would anybody do that for twenty thousand?
They won’t, and society needs those people,
how would you even survive without them?”
I again hoped he would think about this,
instead the young man’s face just grew more red,
He said,”Fascist! I knew this was a mistake!”
Then fact away from the table he sped.
At first I wondered why God gave such passion
to people who were so incredibly dumb,
then sighed and was grateful I had this chance
to reach out and speak at least with this one.
Since a man can’t unhear something he’s told,
and the truth will plant unkillable seeds,
when that kids grows, and questions this nonsense,
the voice that he will be hearing is me.
It's a seventeenth-century term for a young man
lazily wasting time nothing better to do than
to hang; used by an older person
who's talking about a young person
who behaves boldly despite being inexperienced man.
~X~X~X~
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