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Hannah Hudgens Poem
If you could say anything, without it meaning a thing..
Would you look into her soul, whispering those 3 words : full hook, bobber sinker and line.
Or is that a skip tat away from
a fantasy lock , with a twist of cliche ?
If you could say anything, without it meaning a thing ..
Would you speak your mind about your last date the latest tinder conquest or the hottest thang on that instagram line.
If you could say anything, without it meaning a thing ..
Would your lips fall dry , mis timing a starched cinematic quote, or exhale long a with a sultry inappropriate joke ?
If you could say anything , without it meaning a thing ..
A blink : first thought : first date, speak with pace , o'er magnetic pull of speaking to little to late?
God is our creator and he knows us each and all, a spark of light to well developed vessel of knit together DNA.
God refined the one for you , the Creator crafted her unique , the pour is perfect: to the brim , a glimmer stenciled , a craft divine .
She'll fit the vessel like God intended, line for line a story stitched by the Creator of light, life and time.
She holds a space , bolstered by faith just the size of you with room to grow, a helper , a parter a lifelong best a friend , dreams do come true when God is the cue .
A calm to your burden , a love safe, a foundation formed , As God first intended when he crafted Eve from Adams' bone .
Copyright © Hannah Hudgens | Year Posted 2026
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Conception : bloodline memory, generational sin, twisted inheritance : whispers ,”you can’t choose, you won’t win,”.
Facing internal overflow, remains too high a goal , what is sown will surely grow.
Generations of people failing connect to correct what has happened; unfortunately will now become what is.
Self hate solidifies the ick, that eats the body from within. That elephant in the room, slowly begins to suffocates Gods knit together creation .
A babe born, a family riddled with chains unbroken: symptoms and signs slow and hidden,
such as a whiny child with unkept hair, with a restlessness , with desperate cries for attention.
This is not a child’s load to bare .
Disease lurks and feeds off of parental avoidance of their own adolescent despair.
DNA limitations and generational sin, oozes under layers of tissue, bone and skin. Producing generations of cancer, diabetes, depression al etched deep within.
Red flag warning: This is how it is , this how it’s been.
Genetically Hardwired to deceive , as the previous generations suffered immoral consequences, justifications and disease: all caused by generations of sin.
Bolstering belief that this family bloodline was created from sin.
Children are born and are meant to be essential,
Instead the light in their soul is dimmed
they have no idea that they hold unlimited God given potential.
Without someone to say, enough is enough,
This has to stop ,
the silent killer will continue with this notion
That No one in this family has any right to healthy promotion
Generational sin has been well camouflaged
Throughout the years of established wrongs and settled acceptance .
A routine life that consists of mediocre song and dance.
Don’t be fooled by this , you don’t have to remain in that dark grip,
you don’t have to accept what your parents and grandparents thought and did. Turn around and face your inner demons ,
Imposed limitations and generational sins
And say, “ I’m done, no more living this way, I’m gonna win, and overcome what my past generations have settled with, silently accepted sin. “
Copyright © Hannah Hudgens | Year Posted 2026
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Hannah Hudgens Poem
Hello you ,
Let me start by saying : I am a connoisseur; one of the language arts kind. So if my text feel long , sometimes all day long , the words seem un ending , let me tell you a one of the many ways to understand the things that make me , me..and make me curious about you ..
I am driven by the way words can transfer vision , a scene , a strategy to critical think, a story forming , brainstorming, communicating is more than just drying ink and connected signal strength
.A way to flavor ordinary grammar , slip in a synonym, add exclamation! Grab the attention, for how can one teach, if one does not understand how one learns , how to grab and maintain attention.
Words harmonize prayer to our Creator , for let's all shout together ," his love endures forever ."
I'll keep this short, simple and sweet.
One more thing ...I know what your you are thinking , don't worry you just keep reading ..
' course I now wonder about how you ponder ,
What brings a smile to your eyes, a twinkle to your gaze ?
A skip to your gait?
A childhood olfactory memory? What does it take for your heart to skip a beat , then keeps right along in rhythm .
What makes you feel seen , feel heard and understood, and feel good ? Pause ... before I go into anymore
like I promised above , I'll keep this short for not all messages require extra storage.
This was typed word for word not for anyone but you , so consider this your final warning , there's good things in store . Sweetest dreams for you and your little one , for tomorrow is not guaranteed but if we keep his word we are promised eternal peace, goodnight and be at ease
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Writers block, writers block
TickTock, flop, sing, sha -BAM
Whimsical whoozy- OH
I think I just found my writing flow.
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Dear mama,
I feel something , its pushing me down, and it’s tight.
What’s happening mama?
God told me I’m to be born to you, to be your light
You won’t be in pain long mama
I’ll be here soon.
I promise you I’m worth it mama.
You’ll see in the end.
Signed,
your newborn best friend .
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Oh hello you,
Right or left which way?
Around the corner, up or down the escalator?
Notice the sights, the smells galore.
Good things come to those who wait...6,7,8
Every step you take, makes this closer to a date...
Just in case you need a hint
Usually a smoothie, but with a colored tint Let's think now, but how?
I wouldn't make obviously easy
Ultimately the poem is a means to an end See you soon, a chapter waiting to be written.
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He is my shelter in the storm,
My shade when its warm,
My spark to light the way through times of dark
My footpath through rocky ways,
And even when a way: seems none.
Remember Genesis 1:1
And if it's his will: a way made,shall be done.
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To be old and foolish,
Is to perish mindlessly.
A grave of pride and shame
A flicker of doubt
Haunting this permanent spot
The gift of knowledge and thought
A hollow lifetime spent without.
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Silence is the protective barrier of thoughtful consideration.
Reviewing, deducing, and choosing thoughts to turn into verbal interaction .
Inevitably impacting ones’ life’s direction
Churning wisdom, perspective, hindsight and discretion;
once silence turns to sound;
A choice has been made,
A sound has been found .
Directional foundation laid
Course chosen, path paved :
Silence is the predecessor of ones
verbal human communication .
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Mommy is doing her very best
To God in heaven
She leaves the rest
Dear baby
Everyday seems to try and drag mommy down
But because of you sweet boy of mine
My frown turns upside down
Dear baby
You light my way in the darkest times
Remind me to live in the present
And fill my cup to the tip top line
Dear baby
I love you so
You saved my life
Even if your not aware
You’ll grow and grow
And someday you’ll know
What a blessing your heart became to mine
Dear baby
Together we pray each and every night
For a safe and peaceful
Next morning light.
Copyright © Hannah Hudgens | Year Posted 2026
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