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This is something different from the normal I usually write. But, it's me, I believe, and sometimes, you just got to do what you need to do. You need to listen with your heart; your ears will deceive you. Learning to see with your heart gives you abilities you never thought you had seen with your heart. That brings a whole new perspective to "Life's Lessons, Life's Hacks."
Here is an acrostic poem I’ve written for my name. I didn’t think it turned out bad; in fact, I think it came out awesome. It’s my first, so please be gentle if commenting on it. Haha. I hope you enjoy what you read.
I wrote this because I still deal with self-conviction, and forgive me to release myself from this conviction. Well, 22 years is a long time, and I will not die in this conviction; I can't. I love our Lord far too much just to let God go.
What, if any, shall my love be if tho is not there in the meadow of our season? Shall it wilt as flowers do in the burning sun without thy water to sip into its roots? Shall we not meet by the tree in the meadow of our love? If it is not ordained, how so may it go forth, in the bloom of the day of our meadowed love seasoned?
I do miss thee when we are parted from us, in our meadows seasoned love.
Written metaphorically, of how my friend was led on by a woman and broke him down out of pure cold-heartedness. He gave her the time of day and, helped her build herself back up and, told her she was worthy of a good man's love. He advised her, stop chosen the same type of men, or perhaps a whole new crowd of friends. Men before my friend came into the picture, had beat her and used her cheaply and had distrust in men. I get that and I feel so badley that she was treated by those men like that, it’s horrible. But, has such a vengence towards all men, yet clings to them still for strength. 50% of the men out there are pigs and, they don’t care, look at these women as whores or a piece of meat. She needs change that value, or she’ll keep running the same vicous cycle.
Changes that are made in our society, begins within ourselves. To look at my fellow brother, in the struggles that he faces. It is that I truly pray for him, for his blessings. I wish nothing less than, good health and prosperity, for my friends, family, even the enemy. The enemy doesn't like anything good. Not when he wants to take another person's life. But these words in this poem, are just as real as the ones that you’re reading with your eye
I have a buddy in Canada now but was from the states here. Wolfe Grey and I met online at the poker tables. A group of us used to meet there every day. We all became such good friends over the years. We held this event in Las Vegas every year since we all met online. We had a host down there, Popatop and Pumkin. For a week, her, Pumkins', neighbors did not like them.
Because April is National Poetry Month, I've decided to write this poem and dedicate it to this joyous occasion and to all the poets and poetesses of the world in a symbolism. And to our, the copywriter's, here at PoetrySoup for giving us a place to publish such works.
This was a very dark place for me at this time in my life. Trying to find answers to questions we all ask at some point in time.
The only way to make changes starts, within ourselves.
Here are my wishes to the world, every word of it comes from the center of my heart.
My Wish To You!
The hurt, my only dream I truly had, was only six years old. Lost myself, i allowed this heinous to consume my life. Life isn’t supposed to be this way, this is why, even though God-given, that i convicted myself for this. It still hurt then, it still hurts today as well, but I’m on this road to free myself from being in self-convicted and live once again.
Looking on to life's ups and downs, not just one individual, but for everyone in a family, or a domestic relationship’., Without the ups in our lives, and the downs as well, we as people, humans, wouldn’t learn how to deal with them if they arise in our lives, if you have experienced them. But we are all different, mind, body, and soul, therefore learn differently one from another. We don’t want these things to repeat as we do learn from our mistakes. We are human, and some people won’t admit at times of mistakes made, because of pride, or reputation. and for those that can not admit their faults are mistakenly saddened to a wake up sooner or later, and I’ll say to the later of the both.
I was waiting for a package to arrive, it was a few days late already. Then Fed-Ex pulls up and unloads a rather large package for my address. I was kind of overwhelmed at its size. That's when I sat down and penned this out. I still chuckle reading it.
Written coming close to death. Many times have my Lord came to my rescue. A stroke I had in my sleep, left abandoned for 2 days. My friend, Benard Newman, hadn't heard from me, and we talked every day. He decided he had better come to check on me. Good thing, I already felt humiliated from laying in my soils those days. I've had 4 other TIA's, transient ischemic attacks, a mock stroke.
