#rebuke
Am I really that weak?
A simple rebuke crumbles my world!
What answers should I seek?
Either way something will be destroyed!
My eyes are red.
My nose is wet.
My throat is itchy.
My mind is away.
Apr 3, 2023
Apr 3, 2023 at 12:41 PM UTC
You're first a miner and collector,
then a thinker and rejector.
Show the beauty with the words,
Not the beauty of the words.
Put the truth on golden platter,
speak with power, it does matter.
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 11:53 PM UTC
Flopping, flipping,
Flattering lips
Are the company
Of fools
Or worse:
A bitter enemy,
Who conceals a heart
So cruel
But words of truth -
Even bold rebukes -
Do accompany
The wise
They are a friend,
And will find favor in,
The men of
Righteous eyes
.
Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
It can sting,
but at the right time,
nothing encourages growth more than a proper rebuke,
from a true friend, with proper intentions.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
Over the passage of time
Things got slowly better.
I began to hold my head up;
Rejected that lavendar letter;
The big “F I had to wear.
It originally meant ‘fairy’.
Later it meant ****** but
They still called me ‘Mary”.
They called me *****
And hurtful words like “shim”
When they referred to me;
They said “her” and not “him”.
It was so widespread that
The jokes were ever-present.
Life for a guy like I was then
Was seldom rewarding or pleasant.
There was no place back then
For those who were different.
The kindest word for the media
Could only be 'diffident'.
The world could only see us
As clowns and comic relief
But socially we rated somewhere
Below baby ****** and a thief.
So. we started marching
And coming out to our friends.
Later we would come out at work
But the discrimination did not end.
I was told not to put the picture
Of my lover on my office desk.
And I had to agree or else I would
Put my meager salary at risk.
When lovers were sick in hospital
We were not allowed to decide
How they would be treated at all
Our access to them was denied.
Family members, even haters
Were allowed to make the choices
And we were brushed to one side
As if they couldn't hear our voices.
Meanwhile co-workers ranted
If we used words like “my husband”.
We were treated the same as if
We were some ditzy cousin
They kept in the attic or a home
For the terminally strange and sick.
No matter when we stood up
We got the ***** end of the stick.
Today things are a bit better,
But, we have seen the pendulum swing.
Strange fake Christians get control
And reason stops meaning anything.
Jesus, who preached love and peace
Is used as a seemingly holy excuse
And, still today, many decent people
Never see through this awful ruse.
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
I am growing a flower
'Twas rooted in good soil
I nurtured and watered my flower
It grew strong and bold in color.
Then a day came when foreign seed found its place and tainted thy soil
As nutrients became scarce
I poured more water so the soil became soft as I fought the foreign seed
I wept. My flower has rejected the nutrients from my water.
I fought till every foreign plant had been removed and rebuked their roots
I nurtured and watered my flower
It grew stronger and more bold in color
I have a new flower in full bloom.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 5:56 AM UTC