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Be still and write.
Let the fire in you become wildfire as your worries enfolds you.
Create words as if the last sentence you will produce will create greatness.
Stand firmly as the darkness slowly creeps,
let light shine upon you as you pray to the almighty however you may perceive him to be.

Walk as if the adventure will be the destination,
Run as you go unknowingly to tomorrow.

Smile as you find the peace of your mind,
laugh as you greet your heart with euphoria.

Treat people as if kindness is our only virtue,
dedicate actions thru affections.

Plant your feet into the ground,
carry each other's weight with great care.
Feel not of heroism,
but instead be heedfully compassionate.

Write like the sunset will be the last you will see today.
Give life chances as it surprises you with grace.
Path Humble Apr 4
”against your will were you created,
against your will were you born,
against your will do you live,
against your will will you die, and
against your will will you stand in judgment before the
King of kings, the Holy One, blessed be He.”

Rabbi Elazar HaKappar (C.170 - C.200 CE)
(Ha Kappar: the one who made and gave atonement)

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in these, the years of my erosive declination,
when the noble prize, time for introspection,
once was a chore of delaying, now no longer can be off-put,
the certainties of Elazar, offer guidable satisfactions


the nighttime review, resurrecting my life, the gaps,
the untaken actions, those dream-schemes speak loudest,
memories of what should have been, are a litany of what ifs,
prosecutorial accusations of crass wastage


against my will, the charges brought,
against my will, plead guiltily my innocence,
against my will, knowingly, time’s erasure judgment,
secures my fate, all the granular cells causal dissipation


my warped willingness to be a coward,
it was my meditative, to natural be the lesser man,
choosing the safety premise, the road most oft trod,
the addition of my meager totality, willing given


Even if all these land mine/roadblocks
and summary judgements are against my will,
willingly do I confess, in all innocence, my guilt,
“if it be my will”
Jennifer DeLong Sep 2020
It's not the things
that , I desire

It's the moments
It's a walk on a beach
It's a conversation over coffee
It's enjoying a good laugh

The moments created
That leave memories

To be humble and give
back what nature so glady
has bestowed upon me

To appericate what , I have
To just find the joy in this journey

It's not without struggle
But for now I am here

I am not gonna worry
Why stress when you are blessed ..

© Jennifer L DeLong  Sept 2020
Talisman Jan 4
I stared into your deep brown eyes
And you said it’s nothing
I admired the gentle flow of your hair
And you said it’s nothing
I ran my hands through the curve of your waist
And you said it’s nothing
I said “What a beautiful soul you have”
And you said it’s nothing
If all of that is nothing
Then nothing is everything
Henri Bariselle Dec 2020
the high mountain of Pride
the clouded minds from the grey sky
where once humble souls wandered,
lied and died
on the crumbled mountain of Pride

the low hill of Humble
revealed minds by the honest stumble
where meek souls rested,
lied and rised
to the high mountain of Humble


rest on the calm hill of Humble
for that one day, the hill will grow to a strong mountain
climb down from the mutable mountain of Pride
for that those who think high of them self, will fall

the calm hill of Humble is higher than the mutable mountain of Pride
Naveen Malhotra Dec 2020
In their opinion
I am mad
Please read my poem 'MAD'
In their opinion
I am bad
Those who know me
Would know
Their opinion is bad
In their opinion
I am arrogant
Please deal with me with due respect
Would know
I am humble and decent
In their opinion
I am a hard nut to crack
Please come on track
Would know
I am soft inside
Hannah Jones Nov 2020
Everyone
is living out
their own brand
of mediocrity--
nothing stellar
occurs outside of
humble parts
coming together
and turning into
stardust.
Sometimes my heart breaks when I recall that the people in my life aren't any better or worse off than I am, and that the small moments are what make my heart long for eternity. We'll be alright.
a word hasn’t been spoken since,
humble abode, you ever seem?
exchanging praises and jolly sins,
with a mouth full of lies
what does that mean?
Kamila Salimova Oct 2020
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
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