#foibles - Hello Poetry

I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning. © SPRIHA KANT

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Apr 3, 2021

Apr 3, 2021 at 9:26 AM UTC

spriha-kant

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I have always been reluctant for stepping towards the path of expertise because the kid inside my heart laughs out innocuously on my foibles which I prefer over demeaning. © SPRIHA KANT

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@ovais43 Anyone can turn Anytime into a monster Who would look at first Who is here an Alabaster? Everyone wants to move Faster and faster Who cares about the norms Who is here that master Keep up the beats so high So we can't hear from the sky Ignoring the rules, baby Let's focus on all those means of joy Turn on the lights Please Turn on the lights Please So, all we can see What's the truth All we understand; is a fist or foot Have we ever really Escaped from the shade of boot I don't wanna see How lavish is his suit He's an animal, a capitalist Whose business walks on loot Every time he speaks lie For money, he could die He's trynna be a God, yeah Although, he doesn't comply Turn on the lights Please Turn on the lights Please So, all we can see What's the truth

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Oct 6, 2020

Oct 6, 2020 at 10:46 AM UTC

Ovais43

Modern Civilization

@ovais43 Anyone can turn Anytime into a monster Who would look at first Who is here an Alabaster? Everyone wants to move Faster and faster Who cares about the norms Who is here that master Keep up the beats so high So we can't hear from the sky Ignoring the rules, baby Let's focus on all those means of joy Turn on the lights Please Turn on the lights Please So, all we can see What's the truth All we understand; is a fist or foot Have we ever really Escaped from the shade of boot I don't wanna see How lavish is his suit He's an animal, a capitalist Whose business walks on loot Every time he speaks lie For money, he could die He's trynna be a God, yeah Although, he doesn't comply Turn on the lights Please Turn on the lights Please So, all we can see What's the truth

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Jan 6, 2020

Jan 6, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC

strange and foolish quirks trivial human foibles- speed bumps in my life

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Oct 18, 2019

Oct 18, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC

poetry2go

Human Foibles

strange and foolish quirks trivial human foibles- speed bumps in my life

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Have you ever done something and then could not believe it could possibly have been you? Have you ever said something and then cringed when you heard it exiting your mouth? That would be me, sometimes . . . Or, while mentally calculating your accumulating grocery bill, have you run into a friend only to completely lose count? I have stood in front of the door to my home trying to lock or unlock the door using the keyless entry fob from my car. I have done this --- more than once. I have, months after getting rid of that car, searched for its keyless entry fob on my keychain. I have spent hours and days searching for glasses on my head, for keys that I was holding, for the purse on my shoulder, and have managed to miss them completely. I have called information for a number, written it down, and then had to call them back because I misplaced the number before I could redial the phone. I have neglected friends and family, duties and responsibilities, not from lack of love or sound intention, but merely by allowing myself to be distracted. If I had followed up on what I knew at seventeen whales, sharks, mankind --- might already be saved. Who knows what my focused mind might have accomplished? But instead I put myself to sleep because the real world was far too much to bear, and living in books and dreams so very much safer than all the dysfunction awaiting outside. I met my soulmate at twenty and then left him behind marrying one man, and then another, who never got me - instead of the one and only man who truly did. There's a reason that God protects children and Fools. There's a purity of heart, an innocence of spirit, and . . . occasional lapses in intellect. So, for all of the lessons I've learned and I've lost, There are worse things than being a Fool. Which I remind myself again as I accidentally call my own cell phone and then hang up my land line to answer the call. In parting, I offer what I finally learned, which is This above all: To thine own Fool be true. Cori MacNaughton 6Apr2005

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Jun 17, 2015

Jun 17, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC

cori-macnaughton

If I were a Tarot Card, I'd be the Fool

Have you ever done something and then could not believe it could possibly have been you? Have you ever said something and then cringed when you heard it exiting your mouth? That would be me, sometimes . . . Or, while mentally calculating your accumulating grocery bill, have you run into a friend only to completely lose count? I have stood in front of the door to my home trying to lock or unlock the door using the keyless entry fob from my car. I have done this --- more than once. I have, months after getting rid of that car, searched for its keyless entry fob on my keychain. I have spent hours and days searching for glasses on my head, for keys that I was holding, for the purse on my shoulder, and have managed to miss them completely. I have called information for a number, written it down, and then had to call them back because I misplaced the number before I could redial the phone. I have neglected friends and family, duties and responsibilities, not from lack of love or sound intention, but merely by allowing myself to be distracted. If I had followed up on what I knew at seventeen whales, sharks, mankind --- might already be saved. Who knows what my focused mind might have accomplished? But instead I put myself to sleep because the real world was far too much to bear, and living in books and dreams so very much safer than all the dysfunction awaiting outside. I met my soulmate at twenty and then left him behind marrying one man, and then another, who never got me - instead of the one and only man who truly did. There's a reason that God protects children and Fools. There's a purity of heart, an innocence of spirit, and . . . occasional lapses in intellect. So, for all of the lessons I've learned and I've lost, There are worse things than being a Fool. Which I remind myself again as I accidentally call my own cell phone and then hang up my land line to answer the call. In parting, I offer what I finally learned, which is This above all: To thine own Fool be true. Cori MacNaughton 6Apr2005

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