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Your elegant jewelleries and bold outfits,
Your powerful voice and ear-pleasing hits,
Your luminous eyes and heart-melting smile,
So much about you makes me inspired.

Your natural kindness and infinite respect
Towards all the people you've ever met
Have shown the world what a decent man is
Who chooses honesty, love, together with peace.

Your countless talents and creativity
Make me want to express myself fearlessly,
Your pure soul and humble nobility
Fill my heart with admiration, felicity.

To Harry Styles
Spriha Kant Sep 29
Genuine polite and humble men are often misunderstood and tagged as flirty.May be because they are rarest of all the species , I guess.
Bongani G-kay Sep 21
look around you..
life evolves..
thank God..

he still got you
gave you a fam...
that you can relay to...

am happy...
even sometimes
i complain too..

being blinded...
by this world
turn you into a fool..

i don't i want to dress
and talk nice...

for you to think
am cool

my Generation..
rebels but
we live by the rules any way...

adolescent take its play..
they hit the grounds...

like savage..
but they ain't 21...

i wonder
what i will have..
when am 21..

will the people i love..
still around me...

will the girl...
i love still hit me...

humble...
i remain....
many cycles...
mine not the main...

am not perfect...
am human...
mistakes made...
me...

love...gave...me
paranoia...

but when am with...
God...

humble am...
Humble
.

lights spin backwards in the awakening
of midnight with all the youthful bodies
moving in reverse to it's rhythm

one moves naught because of his wish
to step forward against the flow and
is thus fixed                        
                            stationary
­
a too-late-to-adjust suspension, the view
from his seat for the upcoming show
is his only companion

he is most eager to be drawn into the
perimeter of the stage with his bouquet
of wrinkled dollar bills

stripping down to a personal submission,
he presents to her his graying embers

and with a grin~

she takes the green from the blush,
exchanging it for a golden touch

he smiles,

with a wink, she spins away with
a quick stomp of her heel

he smiles,

he returns to his seat to sip down
a drink that fizzled out years
before she was born—

he grins...



"a dance for the humble"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved
the observations of an old man
in a dance bar, just passing the
time with no real need for
anyone's company...
~~°◇°~~

God can mould clay
but a stone must be broken

~~°◇°~~

SoulSurvivor
[10W]
It's dangerous to have a heart of stone...
You never forget the first time you scare a child with your white coat.

You never forget the first time you elicit CVA tenderness unexpectedly.

You never forget the first time you meet someone with ***.

You never forget the first time you have a trauma call for a motor vehicle accident or a gunshot wound.

You never forget the first time you comfort a patient who is crying because they don’t want to be in the hospital.

You never forget the first time you witness a patient and her family hear the words “You have cancer”.

You never forget the first baby you help deliver (you also never forget the mom).

You never forget the first time a patient admits they’ve attempted suicide in the past.

You never forget your first patient.

Being a medical student is a humbling experience.

I hope I never forget that either.
Once thunder and lightning had a fight,Lighting argued he's the fastest, thunder thundered and said in concern "yes, I agree but you hit houses n shatter them! I might not have your power, I just scare people away so that they take shelter from the down pour!"Lightning had to agree! Yes, it nodded in acceptance, sometimes power is not the thing that's required, humbleness wins hearts!
Lost in Thought Dec 2015
For those who have suffered
Through fire and snow
From words
From action
To complete nothingness to show
Take pride
Take comfort
For those who cannot see
The true beauty in chaos
Are those who have not suffered
Through fire and snow
I wrote this about 10 years ago now and it meaning has completely changed. It started as a message to humble yourself and enjoy the beauty in the chaos of life, but it’s now become a motivational saying to myself. I’m an entrepreneurial type and I have chosen to walk a path of my own in life. I have denied myself the comfort of stability for adventure and risk and through this path I wish to learn from the chaos.
Path Humble Jul 8
“you have taken my voice, no longer can I...”

~ for Rachel of Ireland, who asks and is granted endless words~


oh my lord, oh my lord, oh my lord,
you have taken my voice,
no longer can I thread these words

oh my lord, oh my lord, oh my lord,
you have taken my insight,
no longer can I hear my eyes visions

oh my lord, oh my lord, oh my lord,
you have taken my mobility,
no longer can I shake to music of sky

oh my lord, oh my lord, oh my lord,
you have taken my strength,
no longer can I bend knees in praise

oh my lord, oh my lord, oh my lord,
you have taken my taste,
no longer can I sing a greater part of me

these first words, my sacrifice of morning,
no more to follow, for I am speechless,
the eveningtide will find me bow-broken

you have taken my all that you have given,
tender it well to another, for we are temporary,
your gifts are everlasting, and together, we say

selah, amen.
my first words of this day
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