"reliability" poems
What is a Father?
Is he a Person?
A Thing?
Or a Feather?
What is his Life?
Is it Carefree and Spontaneous
Or Tormenting and Strife?
Who is he in which a Person could know?
What are his Abilities which only he could show?
Does he Work, for the sake of a Family?
Or sleeps and pigs around, being a Menace and Lazy?
Who could this man be, to the Eyes of Children,
A Hard Rock or a Soft Leaven?
Does he Pile over Everyone
And takes Control?
Is he the Eagle, the Head of the Nest,
Playing a very important Role?
Does he impersonate Father Christmas
With all his Treats and Gifts?
Is he a Lover, with a Strong Heart for *******
Hugging greatly and giving Love-Lifts?
Does he Pray,
Or Face-Religious?
Or a Braver,
Or Spontaneous?
Is he a Disciplinarian
Wherewithin all Members under him
Are tuned to his Command?
Or a Freester,
Who gives his Kids their darling Freedom
Without any Demand?
Does he care,
For the People and Loved Ones around him?
Is he Provocative,
Uncaring for Anyone behind his Dim?
Mostly, he is the Grass,
Herding the Future for his Offspring?
Or the Lamb,
Stubborn and very Unwilling?
And so, whatever he is,
Or does,
A Father is a Father,
Anonymous or Specific
I wouldn't mind.
Just as long as he has
HEART, STRENGTH, FREEDOM and PROSPERITY,
KINDNESS, BRAVE, PROTECTIVE
And RELIABILITY.
I'll be Glad and Content. As any Son should be.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 9:32 PM UTC
I exist in a world of careful structure
Taken out of Chaos and made habitable
By strict planning and strict ruling—
Structure is imperative
Order keeps us going
Deviations are not allowed
If you wish to live in my world
You must learn to follow rules
Reliability is key
Being dependable as the rising sun
Predictable as a new moon
Always infallible
Disappointments are not tolerated
Insufficient will be cast away
Deviations are not allowed
So if you can’t be trusted
Then you don’t belong here
There will be order in my house
For in games of two, there can be no others
There
Are
Rules
And they exist to keep us out of Chaos
They exist because structure
Ensures that we don’t collapse
So when your eyes are wandering
You are marking yourself as inconstant
Dangerous
Unacceptable
And I will stop at nothing
Until you’ve suffered for every sweetness you’ve laid at another’s feet
I will stop at nothing
Until you’ve learned that you must always choose me
I will burn you for every betrayal
And some will call me jealous
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
Don’t be fooled regarding one’s tongue,
for it has the power of life and death.
Before doubting these words of wisdom,
now pay attention and catch your breath…
before any more idle words touch the ground.
We are accountable for everything we say;
Therefore, remember to think before speaking,
since our reckonings will come on Judgment Day.
Consciously refrain from speaking evil curses,
knowing that God’s presence surrounds each soul.
Undisciplined tongues unwittingly spew their venom
and cause unseen damage with poisonous control.
A perverse tongue easily breaks the human spirit
and keeps evil, generational curses flowing.
Plentiful sins roll off the tongue in the forms of:
Gossiping, Tattle-telling, Slander, Lying and Boasting.
Instead, give praise concerning the good things of God;
speak life into situations, since healing can be attained.
the reliability of The Word can be assured, for…
its promises insure that ours lives can be sustained.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Prov 18:21; 1 Cor 4:20; Deu 32:47; 2 Pet 2:3; 1 Sam 3:19; Psa 12:6
Lev 19:16; Mark 4:14; Prov 15:4, 21:23; Jam 3:1-18; 2 Cor 5:10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
Rain drops run like tears down the window
as my Car speeds past another Lay-by
lamenting those past bring no solace
at the horror of those yet to come
ahead an old man struggles
his Car is aged, broken down
every mile a small mercy
as desperately he hopes to carry on
begrudging my car’s reliability,
I look in sadness as we pass him,
he looks wistfully
as the sun dances on my shiny paint
how I wish I could stop!
give him my engine!
transfer my fuel!
maybe give him my tires!
the Road is yet too long
I have no strength for it
no yearning to drive another Mile
best to give to those who want
that they may travel past and smile
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:15 PM UTC
Rubber bands wrap my body
The tan pseudo-office-supplies
Run in lines akin to guitar strings.
They’re both slippery and stiff,
And they pull in their surroundings
Holding them close like rubber bands do.
They are the reason I’m still whole.
Constricting around my body and mind,
Keeping everything together.
But when they begin to fail at that job
And thus threatening I fall to pieces,
I simply add some more,
To reinforce the wrapping’s reliability.
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 12:36 PM UTC
I woke up thinking about this.
A Thought About Loyalty
I’ve been thinking about loyalty:
A many-sided world of nuances,
The subtle differences.
We all know it means faithfulness,
A sticking-to devotedly.
Unfurled it shows its nasty sides,
The negatives that worry me:
Allegiance and adherence -
-Ism’s steel prepared to go to war
Against all criticizers,
-Isms’ others
Carving up the brotherhood
Of man.
Not for nothing
That a missile system drawn
To sense and intercept an enemy:
Is named the Patriot:
A system to annihilate.
I worry ‘bout obedience,
Compliance and submissiveness.
I like reliability, dependability,
Dedication if it’s not perverted
Duty, if it leads to thought,
A moral sense,
An ethic that agrees with life;
Loyalty without the strife.
Loyalty to think about.
A Thought About Loyalty 9.10.2017
Nature In & Of Reality; Out Times, Out Culture II;
Arlene Corwin
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 2:21 PM UTC
I am an Inspiration.
By being,
I am paving a pathway.
For some to follow,
to duplicate,
to improve.
But overtime,
pathways erode.
The cracks slowly become noticeable.
And the path, not as even as it once was,
breaks away,
piece by piece.
What was reliability,
is now uncertainty.
Do I step,
unsure of sound ground?
Questioning, yet I continue down this path.
Because I learn,
I learn everyday.
A path is imperfect.
There are no two alike.
Similarities maybe,
but an individual path,
for a single walker.
What once was,
will never be again.
Acceptance,
and learned inspiration
springs determination.
To not let an eroding path,
erode the soul that forged it.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Distance was never the matter.
A block away or a planet away,
You were mine.
And nothing in the world could negate that.
Stability was never the matter.
When everything changed, I stayed the same.
Constant and reliable. Always there.
I loved you like nothing else and I lived to protect you.
Reliability was never the matter.
I was there.
Though the painful early mornings and the long late nights.
Through the lonely days, I was the only soul to write.
Security was never the matter.
You were so special and for that, I was willing to do anything.
Your best interest, my main focus.
You over me any day.
I was never the matter.
The cold world tried to engulf you in it's frigid currents.
But I kept you safe and warm.
So how did the frostbite reach your precious heart?
I try everyday now to thaw it with my heavy love,
To melt the icy patches with the passion deep inside me,
To bring you back to your sweet and gentle ways.
But the rapid rate of freezing is too much for my broken spirit.
You, my love, my heart, my best friend, companion...my future. You are the matter.
Soon you'll realize the way I love you.
You'll never have it this way again.
You'll realize how much you took from me and how broken I am as a result.
When all I needed was reciprocity.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
I'm sick and tired of hearing you
In different occasions and venue
The way you're fixed in their minds like tattoo.
You're in a child and adult's mind
Uttering you like they do know a thing
About places, people, culture and beliefs
Which you're set in that we ought to believe.
They're stating you as if you're a fact
Never doubted your reliability
If you're being too good to be true
Or too exagerrated to agree with.
I always find myself contradicting their knowledge about you
And wish that I could change you
But you'll no longer be stereotype if you do
'Cause that's what makes you----You.
Krystal Marcelo
06/28/16
But originally written 04/17/16
Jun 27, 2016
Jun 27, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
Unable to express my thoughts in full sentences,
I will provide short spurts
and maybe you will yearn for more.
But then what?
Reliability to express is s rarity,
for when it rains, it sprinkles
and maybe you will be misted,
senses barely stimulated, but enough
to know something struck you.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Don’t be fooled regarding one’s tongue,
for it has the power of life and death.
Before doubting these words of wisdom,
now pay attention and catch your breath…
before any more idle words touch the ground.
We are accountable for everything we say;
Therefore, remember to think before speaking,
since our reckonings will come on Judgment Day.
Consciously refrain from speaking evil curses,
knowing that God’s presence surrounds each soul.
Undisciplined tongues unwittingly spew their venom
and cause unseen damage with poisonous control.
A perverse tongue easily breaks the human spirit
and keeps evil, generational curses flowing.
Plentiful sins roll off the tongue in the forms of:
Gossiping, Tattle-telling, Slander, Lying and Boasting.
Instead, give praise concerning the good things of God;
speak life into situations, since healing can be attained.
the reliability of The Word can be assured, for…
its promises insure that ours lives can be sustained.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Prov 18:21; 1 Cor 4:20; Deu 32:47; 2 Pet 2:3; 1 Sam 3:19; Psa 12:6
Lev 19:16; Mark 4:14; Prov 15:4, 21:23; Jam 3:1-18; 2 Cor 5:10
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
Stop the earth from spinning,
I will seek you beyond dawn.
'Til I find your delicate face,
Held in my loving embrace.
The journey our hearts undertake,
A lesson in dedication and sacrifice.
Whether you've given me all your heart,
Or never given me a second glance.
Know this is the truth from me,
Never leaving or failing.
I will be your reliability,
Rest easy in my arms.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 12:25 AM UTC
You have heard the phrase, “Have I got a testimony”
But the ironic statement being, “Have I got a sermon”
My theme, “MAN MAKES PROMISES, BUT JESUS GIVES RESULTS”
Words tend to have power, but it is what is behind them being influenced
It is also what is established as a probably or maybe
But one who guarantees, and the other entity lacking assurance to proceed
But let’s look at the word “PROMISE”
It is an expectancy, sure thing, arrival, waiting, fulfillment and anticipation
That is man’s definition from the dictionary, but there is no guarantee nor reliability
But God’s fulfillment of the promise, he sees ahead in what you will definitely expect at the right time frame at the right moment
This is called Understanding, Believing, Praising and it is done
But your faith being a commitment as a Christian with divine honesty
As a Christian, you must truly have faith that promise will come, but with that is the praise on high with no doubting of why
Results come when one believes on Christ and questionable thoughts on man’s term
But man is short term and God is long term
Somehow the scale is in balanced because short term doesn’t last very long and God’s long term is where a Christian needs to belong
There seems to be boundaries of the promise with no clarity in what man presents
Yet God’s glory continues to represent, but it is all about praying and praying without ceasing
What holds you back in the Promise, is the negativity thoughts that keep you from seeing the promise and believing
What is it, people keep pick up a novel and read from beginning to end, but can’t time to read the bible to feed their soul and obtain knowledge
Again, understanding and promise are the keys in what we need to see
Man seems to focus on separation of man being their own elect and playing a game of place your bets in their promise
It is a win or lose theory, but now it is apparent and you must chose
But when the promise comes from God you automatically win and there is no lose
Because Praise, Joy and Blessings come as there is an obligation being a commitment of Faith
But God continues and will always say, “I am the way”
Yet man says that’s not ok
If you are depending on man with the promise and results
Think again saints
Man wants you to denounce the promise and results that God will truly provide the time is right
Don’t doubt or your promise and results will pass you by
God wants you to be patient with every try
Promise and results work hand in hand
It all comes at God’s command
Remember Man’s idea of promise and results wants you to move your hope
But man wants you to think on their promise and results because they can’t cope
God’s promise wants you to be steadfast and move forward
Your spiritual blessings will be straight line of onward
Don’t wonder where did promise and results really go
It has been God’s understanding all along and you now know.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
why do I keep relying on people
it seems like every time I do
its just another letdown
another heartbreak
tell me tomorrow
do I believe that too
ha, you know I do
just keep on telling me those lies
watch me fade away
out of existence
into oblivion
watch me go
watch me leave
pretend to care
this is so unfair
I will stay at your knees
believe everything you say
be your slave
as I fade away
I fall to you
I love you
and you destroy me
I do all my good
for you
keep pushing me away
I will stay for you
until I am gone
I am at your quarter
I am all yours
until my forever doesnt exist
your words are like a knife
sharp and deadly
but at the same time
safe and comforting
so I will say at your mercy
I will be yours
when I am gone
please forget me
I am not worth remembering
I am nothing
a ghost thats what I am
I am yours until my heart is blackened
decayed
destroyed
I will give you my all
and I return
I will have nothing
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
That memory
So fresh, so new
Now lost in the bowels of time and technology
Mans greatest advancement
A bane to my thoughts
It was written and recorded down
Now all is lost
Erased
With so much faith
Where do we know when we are led astray
With such reliability
When do we find out we’ve been lied to
I knew it
I wrote it
But now it is
Gone
Oct 28, 2010
Oct 28, 2010 at 4:32 PM UTC
What is your melody?
Your harmonic symphony?
What is your ecstasy?
Your mind of immortality?
Where is your honesty?
Your trustful reliability?
Where is your sanity?
Your clear answers of clarity?
Can you clarify my sanity?
My mad mind of immortality?
Can you clarify my melody?
My lost mind of honesty?
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
Reckless could no longer describe us.
Our movements become a pattern, a series of gives and takes.
We've taken comfort in the creak in the floor.
We look for stability in the reliability of each other.
We have forgotten that this is where we started,
but found its never to late to return.
So we may have become
predictable,
patterned,
comforted,
liable,
and returned to each other.
Our lives have been worn by the break of each new day,
but we count few ways
to waste our days
better than
together.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 1:37 AM UTC
~~~
a place of
good looks
within one's price range
comfort and reliability
but poetry
is not a
new car
it's a
freaking
SPACECRAFT
soulsurvivor
(C) 7/16/2015
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:49 AM UTC
You are so funny
So cute
Smart
Dependable
Trustworthy
Worthy
Am I worthy?
What about my humor?
My looks?
My brilliance?
My reliability?
My responsibility?
All the things that I see in you
That you can't notice in me
I wonder is you even looking
Because everyone else seem to realize
Maybe I'm too close to you
...and you're farsighted
I foreseen this
But the impression you gave me
I couldn't have backed down
Maybe there's someone standing behind me
And you are distracted
You could have told me along time ago that you were looking for the perfect person to suit you
And you didn't too much care to fit that persons life in return
Why do it **** you to say or do anything nice?
Oh I know
All of your energy is getting put to use someplace else
So when I come around you're already tired
Well I once was told
To only use someone who is useless
For Someone who is applicable
Either you leave them on the shelf
Or
You invest with all that you have left
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
A safe haven
an English town
a solid rock of calm
a rose within the madding crowds
with charismatic charm
this peaceful soil is fuelled
by spanish working men
where traditional English rule
calls us back again
a monkey's retreat
where wild habits prevail
a comfortable seat
with an occasional gale
a land of Britishness
spells safety in it's shores
reliability and steadiness
oozing from it's pores
Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
Safe
As houses
That used to
Mean... something
Stability, security, reliability
Safe as houses. Then there was
Katrina, Haiyan
The Christ-
Church earth-
quake, the
Japan tidal- wave
Land- scapes flattened
For mi l es. Safe
Secure houses now
Nothing.......b....u...t..........rubble
Sticks
and
tiles
laying
f l a t
across
the ground.
Yes relationships,
i n v e s t m e n t s,
g o v e r n m e n t s,
p l a c e s, can be
Safe as Houses.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
There's an elegance
to the way your body
wraps around mine.
There's an honesty
to the way your smile
lights up my universe.
There's a reliability
to the way your eyes
let me know you feel the same.
and yet
There's a sadness
to the way you hold her
like I want you to hold me.
There's an emptiness
to the way you say " I love you"
to a girl that's not me.
There's a disappointment
to the way I wake up
and realize I've been dreaming again.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 1:51 PM UTC
We reach a time in our lives
Shuffling along our own dusty highways
In the warmth of a whisky stained dusk
Watching the honeyed heat of our future seep along the horizon
Into bruised sky of overburdened past
We each meet the same crossroad of decision
The two sides of our soul extending welcoming arms
As we stand, a prize in the feud between mind and heart
Practicality and passion
Security and sensuality
Who am I to choose which gravelled path to follow
Whether to take the wrinkled hand of prudence
And crunch the stones of wisdom and logic with each familiar step
Does my future lay ahead
At that point where the sun kneels to kiss the ground
And throws its glowing arms across the earth in a blanket of safety
Not in passion, but affection
In the comfort of routine
The reliability and purity of what is, and what has always been
Or does it sit within the flicker of a fiery heart
In the sigh of breath that creeps along with the breeze
That trickles down my spine
And dares me to turn my head, to look down roads of impenetrable darkness
To embrace the possibility of the unknown
And the leaping tongues of flame that might lie where those paths end
To be engulfed, and to know myself within that destruction.
Is it the voice that whispers inside my veins
"should there be more than this?"
I stay static
Leaderless
A spectator to the conflict of the soul
Stuck fast in a deadlock of inertia and indecision
Awaiting that moment
When the last glimmer of sun has bled through the cracked earth
And I open my blurred eyes to icy silence, shapeless and pure in its clarity
To see, without obstruction
That the decision is clear.
My future transparent.
That there was only ever one road I could take.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Dear every being whom I may have titled my best friend,
You should all take lessons from tobacco companies
Because I’ve experienced more compassion and reliability
From a nine dollar carcinogen encased poisonous mass produced product
Than any so called companion
A cigarette doesn’t forget to call back and a cigarette knows the inspiration I lack
I lack the tact to express myself and despise the fact I engage in the act
Of filling my lungs with poisonous smoke
But I have too much proof that my life is a joke
So I complain everyday yet still I refrain from fueling my brain
Because I’m ******* lazy, and I’d rather be stuck in a haze than
Do something to better my days.
You should all take lessons from tobacco companies
Because that’s my ******* topic for this poem.
I could’ve chosen politics or the art of giving road dome
But I hate politics, and I might get sent home if I get too graphic
Cigarettes don’t mind if I get too graphic
Cigarettes embrace the moments I can’t even face
Sometimes, I forget where I am
Because Haley’s brain’s like strawberry jam
And bring her to places too tight she can’t cram
enough time, or a path that won’t wind
Without a 24 hour jet fuel power
Through her past locked in walls
With thoughts like roaring waterfalls
And migraines like jackhammers
You should all take lessons from tobacco companies
Because when words sink like anchors to the bottom of my ocean,
I’m tryna cop a bogie, I’m tryna stay coastin
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC