#strengths
there are many places one needs to be strong from within,
periodically differing.
but there are two places which be deemed
Sine qua non
meaning
"without which not,”
referring to indispensable, essential condition
ingredient absolutely.
the strength
of the heart and the hands
didn’t not think there was within me this day,
a new morning blessing, a first poem of the day,
the weakened mind was troubled, the uncertainties were /are
surrounding the wagon train, and the strength
of my keys were, tired and de energized, and there
is no Amazon listing for electric charger of alternating
body parts
sitting in an orange sun suffused room of near total silence
(always something somewhere beeping, whirring)
which is the near indispensable silence
beloved best,
for it be a cold cream soothing of mental quietude reflective)
and the truer strength in my
trembling heart and hands
surprises me pleasantly
affording me the necessary internal intestinal quietude
to be seeking out
these two parts and ones place
for to
write me a poem,
a consoling ode,
will not detail this poem onerous unnecessarily
though words keep on slipping from my thoughts
begging me to be joint contributors;
but I gently sweep them aside
for a later day, later time, another
focus group of intro inspection
at this particular,
the heart beats emphatically and empathetically
the hands type and also (!) suckle my heated mug
and here I cease, resist,
leaving you to delve on your time the whys of,
how the combo’s of
heart and hands
came to rescue me
just now
and
you will let me know
in beautiful crafted poems
of thine own quiet~attitude
how they
two
came to save you
too
——
fini
7:43am
nyc
mon morn april 20
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 7:13 AM UTC
We were asked, "What are your strengths and weaknesses?"
I kept looking at the paper as if it was written in an ancient language.
I repeated the question in my head, I'll think of something, right?
Such a simple question, yet my mind was blank.
I could think of so many weaknesses, but so little strengths.
Were strengths something I had to excel at? Do I just lie?
I couldn't mention a strength, I didn't want to seem arrogant.
I couldn't mention a weakness either, so I wouldn't seem like an attention seeker!
It felt funny, I could mention the strengths of those around me,
When it came to myself I was just empty.
Time was fleeting, it was running out,
The more I thought about it, the worse it got.
I began thinking of all the stuff I was good at, or so I thought.
"No, no, no, no!" Why couldn't I think of anything? Was I just talentless?
Why was I so bad at everything?
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 2:36 PM UTC
Timing is everything
We Are
The. Last
Generation
Full. cup
Prin ciple
We’ll wait
for the
Right time
tribulation
Be Gins
God’s. will
Be done
We are only as strong
as our weakest link
In preservation we think
Make love, not war
What are we fighting for?
As in the time of Noah
Fighting amongst ourselves
America will fall from within
On our knees tribulation begins
The vultures circle to feast
The arrival of Satan‘s beast
The smell of death is in the air
American’s act without care
Living absent of God, unaware
When tribulation begins
Man’s Sins Will be on full display
God‘s wrath has plenty to say
God wants our full attention
The Bible reveals His full intention
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
They always said
How much the little girl
Was like her daddy in
The way she stood
Walked
Movements
Gestures --
Cute when she was small
But the older she gets
The more she takes on
More serious aspects of
My strengths
My weaknesses.
Proud to see her
Strong personality --
Flashbacks of my youth.
Strong-willed
Free in spirit
As a young deer
Kinking up its hind legs
In defiance of constriction.
A free spirit sees
No need for the fences
We build to contain it
To control our so-called
Base instincts.
In her my strengths are
Magnified
but oh
So are my weaknesses --
My weaknesses magnified?!
Looking at this
Living mirror of myself
Seems to
Magnify
Intensify
A normal father/daughter
Relationship.
I think I see clearly because
I think I know myself so well.
I chastise myself
I condemn my weaknesses
The mistakes I made in my youth.
I look down at me
She looks up to me.
They say she is
So much like her daddy
But she is much more.
Part mama
Part gran
Part grandma
A tapestry of traits
All formed in her
Along with what her social
Environments have
Sown in and reaped of her.
The teenager often sees the
Outward beauty of a
Model or movie star.
Someone is always
Better looking
Someone else always
Has more of something.
I try so hard to help her see
That this is so common
A feeling.
She is above all this
She is not run of the mill.
I know she knows this
Somewhere
Deep inside.
Time has proved
That I see more
Than what meets the eye--
But this knowing
Holds possible dangers.
I can see ahead to
Warn her of trouble
But there are troubles
That she must endure.
Over-protection
Every caring parent knows
This pain.
I do not want to fail her
But distance seems to grow
Between us when
I monitor her progress
When I push and ****
To make her less like daddy.
She shouldn’t be too much
Like me --
I have too many regrets.
In the night hours
I sometimes hear sounds
That I cannot distinguish.
I hear fluttering sounds
That I think are birds
Flying out of the trees
But in reality it is the wind
Blowing high
Through the pines.
I see shadows of strangers
Seeking mischief
Shining bright
Lights at the family tent
In the cold
Half-dream-state
Of the cold night--
But reality says it is
The distortion of the campfire
Through the fabric of the tent.
I cannot always distinguish
Certain sights and sounds
At certain times
But time reveals what
They truly are.
But to bite the tongue
When I wish to scold
Out of season!
To stop focusing on our
Likenesses to the point
Where I cannot differentiate
Between what she used to be
And what I used to feel
And the individual soul
That my daughter is!
They always say how
much she is like her daddy.
Maybe daddy needs to change.
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 8:39 AM UTC
That lasting life change
So deep, so heart felt?
How is it born?
That deep inner knowing
A place of understanding
Connected to what Is
Divine within each of us?
As we work together to understand truth
What lies within each of us and directs us
To the deepest desired connections
Of our intertwined hearts?
Is this within?
The unfolding Inner most being
A Higher Spiritual Self?
The Spiritual Man
The Spiritual Woman
Who's purpose exposes
Our strengths and weaknesses
With expected and unexpected gifts?
As our weaknesses bring
Us to our knees
Lamenting our life's challenges
Crying out our broking hearts
Evaluating the known and unknown
How do we begin to move along
The Way Home?!
Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness
Only to shriek and back away?
Or do we chose to allow courage
To accept our steps into it's presence?
In spite of our fears
Will we allow courage
To forge our greatest strengths?
As steal within the bellowing fires?
And if we allow resolve
Will we find deeper wisdom and truth
Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts?
The opening is before us.
If you place a hand on the door
Open it wide!
It was then!
He stepped into the shadow of
His own darkness…..
Finding himself alone
He reached his hand back
Toward hers.
Stepping into her own shadow
She grasped his outstretched hand
Pulling, supporting, anchoring together
Both facing the Light...
From within their own
Shadows of darkness
Holding fast,
They began their journey together.
Step by step
Line up on line
Precept upon precept.....
May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 5:51 PM UTC
Staying strong
Providing a listening ear
Even when fear is reinforced
Strength shines sunlight down on me
dries the tears.
Hope is there.
The light at the end of my journey’s tunnel.
Through thick and thin
I never give up.
For, in life, we never stop trying…
Until death’s stalker’s follow
Begins.
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
You are the Sea - peaceful and soothing.
Your big waves are your strengths.
And the small ones, your charms.
I am your Shore - acccepting and silent.
Your weaknesses, I embraced.
Your failures, I welcomed.
Not many will understand and agree
But that's how a Shore loves her Sea.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
You will discover -
Your strengths and weaknesses;
Just look within.
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC
We talked.
No I was rude,
You talked at me.
I listened,
Pretending I didn't,
You knew.
But with that I got something better.
An essence,
One I'll use again and again.
You showed me my eyes made me who I am.
Your weakness define your strengths,
So should you really rush to erase your weaknesses?
Nay, I'd rather be wise:
Strengthen my strengths,
Acknowledge my weakness.
Then I won't trip over them.
I'll consciously work around them,
Casually get where I need to go.
It's a lot of work to fill your weaknesses,
Work I could put in becoming wise.
Thanks Wolf.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
Before I die I want to learn
to live in the moment
this very moment
I want to feel every breath
If the sun is shining I want
to let it go through me
enlivening every cell
If it rains I want to try
to count the droplets
and
sense the life in them
I want to learn to replace worry
with wonder
and
regret with wisdom
letting go of past traumas
real or imagined
I want to learn who I am
and
how to be true to that
I want to learn
my strengths
to forgive my shortcomings
to absolutely know myself
I want to learn a thousand-thousand
new words
I want to learn to fly
if only
in my dreams
before I die
I want to learn to live!
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 7:49 PM UTC
The question is asked again and again,
Where do we come from? Who are we?
All throughout life men and women great
And foolish have attempted to explain this,
"In a moment all will be explained,"
"If you pay more money you will be cleansed,"
"Not worshipping is the realm of the insane,"
"With these soft spoken incantations you will mend,"
So where do we come from? What is all this?
From rushing water, breath of air, no need for
Recognition, it's all miles away in some deserted
Forest, to be left for later generations to forget,
Let this be an answer, why are we here? I shall
Obtain eternal life if I just hold this vile
Closer to my heart, a work of vain art,
This isn't life, this is the illusion of life,
The answer nestled in a small cave,
The birth of a newborn bird, a ripple in a pond
From a rock that fell during an earthquake,
A vague reflection of a deer in it's surface gleam,
All of this and more, the darkness of night,
Cloaking terrors real or imagined, what is this?
Maybe one day we will know? This is how fools
Are born, clinging to this or that, a drop of water
From a vile, an answer from a simple written text
That proves it's all happened thus far. This is why
Fools are born of this, opportunists, blinded by dust,
The great way of those who gather to take advantage,
This is where the greatest numbers of fools gather.
Far away, the beautiful forest, I may not know what brought
This all to life, but I do know what is worth saving
And what only fools shall save for themselves...
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
Vicious black rage enveloped his eyes
Electric hate cycled through him
Naturally he resorted to the action he knew best
Graphically and meticulously he planned his revenge
Enhancing his weaknesses into strengths
Forward he went, ready for bloodshed
Undoubtedly he went for is first five on the list
Letting his cold vexation take over
-EC
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
Sometimes stuff is not gonna go the way you want.
Sometimes the world with explode under your feet.
Sometimes love will be just out of your grasp.
Sometimes people will be back stabbers.
Sometimes you'll bleed to death.
Sometimes you'll just have to sit there listening to angry music by Eminem to feel okay.
Sometimes you'll never be okay.
But that's okay.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
I wish I was a good poet
I wish I was a good musician
I wish I could make good tasting food
I wish I was the life of the party
I wish I could be so very enlightened
I wish I had a home I could count on
I wish I had a future to dream about
I wish I knew art and literature
I wish I was good at cleaning
I wish I could actually play a sport
I wish I could be a great entertainer
I wish I had a beautiful face like a movie star
I wish I could be a sturdy shoulder for leaning
*All of these things mentioned here are my "strengths,"
I guess this New Years I wish I could do something right
For once, like you guys, at any means, any time, any length.*
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
Sold my soul to an old folks home.
Comforting, surrender to the norm.
Uneventful life, void of purpose.
Melting *** a varnished surface.
Synthetic reason to go on.
Walk a line until its gone.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Creativity is a weapon.
Giving up is not an option.
Imagination is a strength.
Knowing your flaws is not a weakness.
Knowing you have them is a strength.
Pride is important,
But too much pride is deadly.
Love is key,
And hate is the beginning of the end.
Death is an adventure,
But life is as well.
Perseverance is admirable.
Crying is okay to do.
Taking a break,
Catching your breath,
That's okay.
But with all the things working for you,
Giving up is not an option.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Can I show you how beautiful you are? Can I take out the old photo albums and push my index finger into the faces, the places, and seas? I want to peel back the plastic and remove the square photographs from their sticky setting. I'm alluding to ideas that exist more formidably on the internet- there are no paper photographs, no sticky settings, there aren't even faces in the numbers; it's only ever been you or me.
Some of my things are crooked. The strings don't work, the wires are twisted and make the sounds all come out funny. There's a strange buzzing everywhere, it's like Mickey's gray cloud, a cloud Koopa throwing spiked shells from Park Avenue beach to Montrose street. Everything is quiet, consuming, unassuming and still recalcitrant. I'm showing nothing to nobody. Coaxing storm systems and netting foul play and ***** tricks, with my pants around my ankles or my fly unzipped.
I'm stinking of this stuff. These sudorific crevices on the insides of my thighs. I'm more or less always pacing. Rocking. Rolling. Small room I'm living room, cadavers I stuff my skinny fingers inside of- cold, wet hollow places I'm seeking skin covered gods in. I'm craving tastes and flavors. I'm looking at these pictures of me, of my face and the clothes I wore, the people that knew me. Where have I disappeared to? Every place that I went, every condition of my humanness has gone. Five minutes past my certainty, squirting hot molten magma from my **** my lips, and my fingertips. Hysterical thoughts and homily. I want just a hello. I want just a hello.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 7:16 PM UTC