“Amid the pyres of the tonsured, I tend the teeth of unbending truth;
and the soul, stirred by such immutable witness, trembles awake to that which abides eternal.”
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Why would God laugh at the boldness of brazen duplicity?
inspired by Psalm 2 - Reason A. Poteet
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'Coins tossed into a wishing well; no match for prayer, God's citadel.'
Reason A. Poteet
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In engineering, the details have teeth.
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Don’t propose to a woman when she’s sitting down or keeping quiet. Let her walk and talk. Do you like her legs? Do you like her teeth? Can you take her to the gatherings? Does she have the voice to talk to others?
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For those whose eyes see nothing else but difference in skin colour, kindly digest this ? I have black skin, no doubt, but my teeth and eyeballs are white. This means that I am not totally black. I have seen so many white people with black hair. This means that they are not totally white. It’s all like an exchange of gifts. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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"What worthy upshot holds in store
is integrity which counts for more." Reason A. Poteet
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"God’s spirit puts my thought on pause; Wishing does no justice to His cause; but obedience wins His applause." by Reason A. Poteet
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"Poetry is that craft which springs from within a wordsmith's own heart, soul, and mind." Reason A. Poteet
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What good will a body be if I lose my mind?
Reason A. Poteet from my poem, LOSING TOUCH
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God Almighty - El Shaddai! All of our needs God will supply, but where He leads, I must comply; When it is Christ that I profess, His Spirit moves my soul to bless. Reason A. Poteet
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"God's evergreening grace is no facade. My hope is anchored in my Savior's tree; His resurrection weakened Satan's limbs." Reason A. Poteet - THE EVERGREENING OF DECIDUOUS FAITH
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Hail fellow, speak what you believe
and watch your deeds, lest you deceive
by conduct, values you profess.
Caprice, says spider, spins in stress
a whimsy-web, not worth the weave.
from my poem WHAT WHIMSY WEBS WE WEAVE, posted at Poetry Soup
Reason A. Poteet
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Express the freedom of the written word without restriction, make the dissidents gush their teeth. Hatred cannot win over love to diminish or eliminate our only hope for happiness.
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May the residue of my living be
as fallen leaves from a tree,
rich compost. Reason A. Poteet
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Am tired of watching the river of my tears everyday.
Let me turn my face back to day, because tomorrow I want forget everything I have seen yesterday.
So let me accept this words move on now.
Because I am ready to show the world my beautiful teeth.
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Am tired of watching the river of my tears everyday.
Let me turn my face back to day, because tomorrow I want forget everything I have seen yesterday.
So let me accept this words move on now.
Because I am ready to show the world my beautiful teeth.
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Am tired of watching the river of my tears everyday.
Let me turn my face back to day, because tomorrow I want forget everything I have seen yesterday.
So let me accept this words move on now.
Because I am ready to show the world my beautiful teeth.
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Following acts of terror
rapt within their spell,
volunteers move in concert
kindness starts to swell.
Midst deeds so heartless
passersby watch stars appear, cursing the darkness. Reason A. Poteet
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Christmas comes and goes. But the Christ? He lasts all year long, every year. Reason A. Poteet
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Winded by narcissism, your diatribe might rank an E-0. Weakened by arrogance, its force does no damage on its path askew. Reason A. Poteet
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Breakneck words that berate can echo back again and again. Reason A. Poteet
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Christian poets are like the winds of God's spirit that waft through these airways whispering wisdom. Reason A. Poteet
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Many dreamers and doers in DC paralyze themselves in politics as paid patrons of power. Reason A. Poteet
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The eyrie is miles away; egg shells lie in my yard. Eagles? not your ordinary birdbrain. Reason A. Poteet
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My sun shone brighter tomorrows when the thought that meek is weak was proven wrong. Reason A. Poteet
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Calm down. Count to 10. Now tell me what happened. Reason A. Poteet
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Illusion breeds confusion and puts perception into question. Reason A. Poteet
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_*We are not like those who are without hopes*
*Hope is the only thing that keep us afloat whenever the sea of life take the bit between it teeth.*_
*Paciolo Pen Saint*
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isn't the fragment of one's imagination
a sinkhole of illusions, when you're teetered to a watering hole, with no resolutions in sight and the pschosis of one drink after another drowns out the derelict in you yet all knowing your mind's leverage is bevel~
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