"leaderships" poems
“She prides herself on her strength and steel,
but she cracks like porcelain now and then.
She knows how to piece herself back together,
but covers her cracks and chips in layers of glue.
She is composed of fire and compassion,
but she struggles with doubts and insecurities.
She burdens herself with the weight of the world,
but carries forward bravely, determined to make her mark.
She takes the reigns and her presence screams command,
but she hates the burden that comes with being in charge.
She knows leaderships rests deep within her bones,
but she resents her authority and responsibility.
She builds armor out of sharp wit and determination,
but she doesn’t dare smooth out any of her jagged edges.
She understands that she is the hero of her own story,
but recognizes even heroes need saving sometimes.
She burns soft and bright like a star in the night sky,
but she explodes violently like a supernova from time to time.
She scatters herself like stardust across galaxies in the aftermath,
but she is phoenix incarnate, reborn timelessly from her ashes.”
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
I Hear America sniveling
A nod to Walt Whitman,
I hear America sniveling, life of hardships
Those are the nurse’s aide, each sniveling
looking tired and worn out
Petrified of being on the morning shift
The Porter sniveling as he drags
the fifthly mop down the corridor
The “Don’t walk signs.
Which everyone seems to ignore
The cooks crying as he wakes up early searching for dietary old ladle
Just to meet the breakfast rush, with sleep still in his eyes: his life seem to be a lie
The doorman sniveling as the workers rush through the doors
The looks on their faces, his hands stay closer to the company Tasers
The foreigner taxi cabs drivers speed a headed of each other for two dollars ride
As they tries their best to form a complete sentence..
Knowingly, that his spoken words is grammatically incorrect
The babies sniveling as they mother drop them off at the sitters,
Poor babies wish they could stay all day in their mother’s arm
The poor man sniveling, can be heard through the land, America
The rich man broad smiles as he killed another elephant for their ivory
Takes images proclaiming victory
The sadness of the hardest workers, or the elderly folks in pain
Shows an undivided world of tough hardships and poor leaderships
Each one to his or her own self, like homeless man Robert in the rain
We wakes up each day under the same sun, the same cruelty and injustice
the testing nuclear weapons in the atmosphere since 1945 and just recently another test
And we continues this repeat, and the more we feel and see or smile turn into frowns
I heard America sniveling:
*Even in hardship, God’s goodness prevails.” E
― Todd Stocker, *
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 8:39 AM UTC
The divine mask of religion is an…
ugly misnomer of hatred and abuse,
used by the religiously empowered
to take ungodly advantage of weak,
spiritually challenged people,
whose Faith can be easily bruised.
It’s meant to hide the inability
of leaderships’ failure to walk in
an atmosphere of Love, as defined
by Christ Himself; with hostility
that’s masked, grace towards sin
is lacking, when The Word is used
as a club, since they’re unable to
provide general solace and succor
towards those struggling to grow
and mature properly. Christ’s view
of us, is tear-filled; He’s seen
and experienced the harsh cruelty
of Humanity’s efforts to mete out
justice blindly, without needed
consideration and understanding…
of Yahweh’s Providential authority.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 1:12 AM UTC