"resourcefulness" poems
Fox in the Snow, what do you do?
Through what resourcefulness can you escape the chilling winter cold?
Can you lend me some and help me escape my destructive relationship?
No?
Alright.
Keep playing, Fox in the Snow.
Destructive relationships are the least of your concern.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
I am a white, Jewish girl from Florida.
Hit me.
Hit me with your white girl jokes,
Your Jewish American Princess stereotypes.
I will giggle and squeal right along with you.
Because yeah,
I do order white chocolate mocha frappuchinos from Starbucks,
I Instagram pictures of my nails,
I take selfies, whiten my teeth, straighten my hair,
Shop at Forever21 and drink Naked Juice like it is my job.
Yeah, my daddy buys me things,
I don’t pay for my data plan,
There’s no way in hell I would drive a sedan,
I wear Nike shorts and avoid any nearby cameraman,
And let me tell you, I love jamming out to old school Britney Spears.
Hit me one more time, because none of that means I am any less intelligent,
Any less diligent,
Any less likely to face judgment
Than any other slice of diversity around me –
I am a white, Jewish girl
My nose is not its own cartoon,
I eat bagels (but I absolutely hate lox),
I’m not tan or even the least bit tinted,
And god knows I don’t wear Uggs.
Tell me I need to get married young,
Major in business,
Wear clothes that leave me airless,
Get some of that European gracefulness,
But don’t tell me I’m dumb.
Don’t tell me I’m not thoughtful.
I’m a white girl.
Take a glance at my resourcefulness,
Understand my goals of being ambitious,
Get rid of your own stereotype-inducing cockiness,
And notice me in all of my flawlessness.
Because I am a white girl,
And I am unique, strong, inventive,
Empowered, passionate, adventurous,
Indomitable, unbeatable.
I am an individual –
Not part of some whole that you put me in to stabilize your mold,
Not the example of a societally scatterbrained ***** meant to be your centerfold,
Not a previously worn-out piece of clothing thrown to the gutter unsold,
Rather a human being of my own rules and my own morals
A human being with ideas and intelligence and power,
A white, Jewish girl,
A person.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
What is originality anymore?
The pop songs we listen to day in day out,
That are only updated remixes of
Songs that our parents
Already know every lyric to.
Is it the pranks we play on each other at school,
Poking holes in the top of water bottles,
So we don’t get caught when we try to catch our class mates.
Drowning them
In carbonated energy drinks.
Don’t think you’ll get away with it.
The teachers already know,
About flicking elastic bands at the backs of girls knees,
So they scream a little louder
And turn around to see
Boys smirking faces,
Because they have been there before.
Define originality.
Originality
. /əˌrɪdʒɪˈnalɪti/
noun
1. the ability to think independently and creatively.
•the quality of being novel or unusual
synonyms: inventiveness, creativeness, creativity, innovativeness, innovation, novelty, freshness, newness, imagination, break with tradition, resourcefulness, cleverness, daring, individuality, unusualness, unprecedentedness, uniqueness, distinctiveness
.
Is it smuggling ***** in water bottles,
Or sneaking down to the back garden
To have one last cigarette with your friends,
At 1am
On New Years
When you have had more to drink than your parents
Yet you are only 15.
Watering down whiskey from your parents liqueur cabinet
With apple juice.
Getting caught drunk
After being out with friends, Stumbling in at 2am
On Sunday morning.
Storming up to your room
After having a row with your parents.
Slamming the door,
Screaming at the floor,
Calling a friend,
And ******** about the people who brought you into this world.
Maybe
I’m not as good with words
Than I thought I was
O r i g i n a l i t y I s D e a d
Your parents Grandparents
Aunties and uncles
Have seen it all before
It’s a fact of growing up
And one day
You will too know
Exactly how it is
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Guarded is a key word for you.
You keep your privacy highly protected.
Your reluctance to openly
Exhibit your feelings must be respected.
Though you are interested in others,
They know you ONLY to a degree.
Even when seemingly open, you show
Only what you want them to see.
Your strong will and your ability
To want to get to the bottom of things
Make your sense of resourcefulness
Guide you to seek out and pull the right strings.
You can be very stubborn at times;
Your reticence becomes persistence.
You're not usually combative, but when
You're pushed you knock down all resistance.
If people try to fool you, forget it.
You DON'T like being manipulated.
The outspokenness of Scorpios
Often remains understated.
You could be called a truth-seeker;
Your insight is powerful, your judgment keen.
Challenges are not to be feared
And must be brought into your routine.
You must learn how to master
The two forces of need and desire
So you can develop your potential
To manage the power that you require.
Until it's unleashed, true Scorpio
Energy stays deeply hidden.
Everyone knows that criticizing
A Scorpio is strictly forbidden.
You might tend to dominate
Relationships, so do be wary.
That your intensity can overwhelm
Others for you is customary.
You're not arrogant or self-involved;
Inner struggles you rarely display.
Allowing others to see your weakness
To you would be a cause of dismay.
You appear to be easy-going
And have to learn that it is fine
To manifest the intensity
Associated with the sign.
Your power and magnetism
Can be for some an inspiration,
As well as your stamina
And your fierce determination.
Your mental and physical powers
Of recuperation, along with--of course--
Your creativity,
Make you a guiding force.
- by Bob B
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 5:57 PM UTC
I may never be a Nolan Ryan fastball pitcher,
But I can play any position the coach asks of me and I’m a helluva hitter.
Try to be a sponge in everything I do,
Resourcefulness, Adaptability and Work Ethic are your conquest clues.
So make every second count young person!!
Wear your heart on your sleeve..express yourself for all to see!!!
And as **Dale Carnegie once said…Be the better person and don’t worry about anyone talking incompetence
Cause “Unjust criticism is often a disguised complement”!
-K.E. Carman
** Dale Carnegie – How to win friends and influence people
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
The World's Times chronicled
Crusades and Fatawas,
Jihads and Inquisitions,
Coups and Genocides.
Such resourcefulness
The Construct.
Another Cathedral rises
In a destitute country.
Do-able
We're told
From the leader's lips
We'll always have the poor.
Uh huh! The poor!
That's what was said.
We can always put them to work,
And there won't always be work.
They'll need membership cards,
And birthings and burials,
Like always.
See the pyramids along the Nile
You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning
Another temple
Will grow from
Rice paddies;
A synagogue,
A mosque will
Cinch tiles
On the backs of peasants.
I've had enough
Laundering by recluse
Single mothers,
By crooks posing as shepherds,
And Holy Wars
*so oxymoronic
cleanses too*
Any Divines
Benefitting from
Our labour and wages;
Our drachma, denarius and shegel,
Aren't worth the worship.
Yet the lenders are good
At getting their pound.
*Don't drop a coin
In a wishing well,
Pay cash for a mass
Where they'll ring your bell.
Choose a charity,
There's so many,
That need a
Pauper's Penny.*
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
A child growing out of his clothes, into grown folk
A metaphor for metamorphosis,
A child looking within, questioning, if there’s an adult in this
His childhood of little resourcefulness still made him fortunate
It formed a fighter from birth, against evil’s extortionist
As he was marked from the start like the A of adulteress
No pretty dimes on his line, petty crimes to his name
He’s penny wise with his time, plenty wise for his age
Open wounds made him an open book, his cover couldn’t stay
Every year a flipped page, read between the lines under his eyes
He looks aged, his childhood misplaced
Lost himself, like slaves and last names
The child’s aim was to arrive to adult destiny
He was never given the train
His “Rite Of” Passage
the underground railroad
He freed himself from mental chains
He became
his own Harriet Tubman,
Fled from home, got hip to runnin
Walked through the hills and valleys
reminiscing on fam in Cali
They thought he left to rebel
but truth is he misses em badly
Long ago, his parents a Jack and Jill
went whack for real,
colliding down a hill,
They were taken,
gravity steals
It’s fill of will over them still
And ever since the spill,
they been ill
popped the pills
caught the chills
unpaid bills
losing everything
so they became his Achilles heel
Left an orphan to look like Prodigal,
but the optical isn’t real
His struggle doesn’t appeal,
so many stare unaware,
looks can ****
Labeled as a runaway,
he just took ambition, and ran with it
He can’t look back to miss them, he has to travel the distance
He’s set sight on his vision
He lost everything in the year twenty twenty
So how is he still running?
he lost the baggage with it
A child running out of lessons from adolescence
Adulting is different
He grew up hard and fast,
busted through the concrete
Ready to make the past his *** screamed “put it behind me!”
Hurt people hurt people
So he declared “it’s all love”
They hit him, he gets back up
Thanks to The God up above
Oct 30, 2020
Oct 30, 2020 at 11:49 PM UTC
A chronic disharmony
clutching at the skull inside my flesh and the stomach unfurling in a perfect illusionary storm
sometimes i would wonder if i would see them in the street or what they would say about me and gasp in pain as the tyrants who lived in my belly chuckled at the residual aftershocks from an event that passed , at the height of it's rule , just over a year ago.
slowly with each breath i breathe i bring myself to a place of still resourcefulness
to react to that situation in a way that does not impale my sense of self nor rob me of my right to be
and that is my freeness
that only I can bestow unto me.
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
you look like every beautiful city I've never seen.
a serene, untouchable bravado masquerading your false pretenses.
your a dark dream i often turn to,
when there's no ups to long days spent feeling down.
you feign compassion with what could almost be called,
an expertly crafted imitation of emotional meandering.
but we know no ends, why?
because my depravity, and your menacing resourcefulness,
somehow compliment in this world we have created,
where distance is its own intimacy,
tangible between our empty hearts.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
To my firstborn:
I see myself in you;
In your never-ending quest for knowledge,
In your unquenchable thirst to understand the why of everything.
I see your need for affection,
And I see your longing for a father.
I fear for you.
I fear that you will follow in my footsteps,
Make the mistakes that I did,
Fall into the arms of the wrong men
In your confusion and hurt surrounding your absent father.
But I promise you this:
I will not let you go into the world unprepared.
I will let you make your own choices.
I hope you will make mistakes,
Little ones and big ones,
While you are still young,
While I am still here to help you up.
I hope that you will stay soft,
And not let the world harden you.
Because the world, my sweet princess,
Is a hard place.
It will knock you down,
And kick you while your down.
Stay innocent, my sweet girl, and stay soft.
To my baby:
I wonder who you will become,
As I watch the first buds of your personality
Flowering in front of me.
Already I see your tenacity,
Your resourcefulness,
The the determination that drives everything you do.
Already I see your curiosity,
Your wonderment and joy at every new thing.
And I fear for you, too, my baby girl,
Because soon enough you will miss your father.
You will start to understand that someone who should be there, isn't.
You will start to discover that tenacity and determination
Do not always make for success.
You will fail, and you will be discouraged.
I hope that you will never lose that drive.
I hope that every failure makes your determination that much stronger.
To both of you:
I hope that you will never forget
That you are beautiful, amazing, strong creatures,
Capable of more than you will ever know.
I hope that you will always make your own choices,
Be confident in yourselves.
I hope that you both become women
Who know what you want, and will stop at nothing to achieve it.
I hope that you will let no one, man or woman,
Negatively impact your opinions of yourselves.
And I hope that you will never forget
That I love you with every breath that I have.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
An object can't hear
An object can't see
An object can't breathe
Like you
Or me
What's an object's motives
or deapth of reason to be?
What thoughtfulness, does an Object Have thoughts?
...who am I...
...why am I here...
...how and who should I outta be...
...can I be happy...
...am I sad...
We craft an object
We use an object
We define it's reason and meaning
Why it is and What it should function for
We specialize it's resourcefulness
And squiz out it's worth...until it's?
Useless?
Doesn't work?
Doesn't have the same woth
it used to have?
It's totally in our control
We define how long it should exist
Or how long it's in our presence
An Object we don't like anymore
Or have no care for we lose,...
Forget, dismental, discard, do things with it, without a shameful thouht
Well an Object has no feelings
It's just there
No emotion no motion no tensions
To care about
It doesn't speak
It is always the same
Does always the same it was made for
No smile no hurt
It's there because of you
You chose so
I't doesn't just apear out of nowhere
You baught it
Someone gave it to you
You saw it and wanted it to be yours
You can share an object
You can keep it for yourself
You can show it proudly or destainfuly
What ever you feel to do with it
You do
It won't mind
Well if I think about all this
I guess we can all agree
What an Object really is.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Whenever you enter my thoughts
A fire begins to burn fiercely in my heart
Destroying everything in its path
Except any positive thoughts
And from my mind, emerges a voice
Saying "You can do it
And you WILL do it!"
Whenever something seems amiss
I think of your struggles
And gradually, do I find myself more capable
Of achieving every task that is set before me
A Harry Houdini, you may not be
However, an inspiration are you, for sure
Because, so much do you care
About righting all the wrongs in our society
Casteism, Hindutva, Islamophobia, gender inequality
Determined are you, to fight hard for social justice
Even if you end up paying a huge price
I consider myself an extremely lucky person
To know such a lovely human being like you
Who talks not through words but actions
Though you are a very loving partner and mother
Rarely, do you showcase your affection and care
Your sheer nerve and bravery would make Godric Gryffindor proud
Your patience, dedication, loyalty and sense of justice would make Helga Hufflepuff proud
Your sharp wit and natural curiosity would make Rowena Ravenclaw proud
And finally
Your sheer ambition, determination and resourcefulness would make Salazar Slytherin proud
Always, will you be my primary motivator
Keep rocking, keep fighting and do take care
May the Almighty bless you forever!!
Aug 27, 2024
Aug 27, 2024 at 4:01 AM UTC
one of these days
I will try to see without being obtrusive
I will try to breathe without much heaviness
I will try to hear without being unheard
I will go along with much steadiness
the irreplaceable is never to be
forgotten
almost impossible to take back
as the grateful recipient
the irreplaceable is never to be
forgotten
almost possible to give back
to soon-to-be recipients
one of those days
I will speak with assurance
I will feel with dauntlessness
I will think with resourcefulness
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
Under African skies sit trees with blooming fruits and green fields, lush with rainy season harvest. There are children with eggshell white smiles that are bigger than the dreams their villages ever promised. There are playful mothers who dance alongside their children summoning the Gods to protect and provide for them. Under African skies, there are hearts damaged by neglect and abuse but protected by tough skin that glows effervescent in the suns radiance. There are rusty bikes and fried breads. There are toys made out of banana leaves and plastic bags that always make children excited to play–resourcefulness helps to balance the trials of life and loss and all of the painful predictability of the have-nots. Under African skies, I have been introduced to some of the greatest hardship I have seen anywhere in the world. It is reflected in the scars on ****** bodies who inherit disease and poverty from their parents–in the crumbling homes and failing roofs–in swollen bellies and on naked newborns. Under African skies, I have met industrious people who are steadfast in their work of giving their kin and kind a different chance. In African skies, I have seen clouds change in a moments time creating new seas of colorful patterns I’ve only seen in magazines. I’ve watched the sun set, seen nights roll in accompanied by unannounced heavy rains that make lullabies on tin roofs. I have seen stars sparkle when the whole village turns black. I have looked up, praying on each star that the children will blossom like the fruits on the trees–that they will shine like the teeth in their smiles and dew on their faces. I hope that rain will come again unannounced, and that it will clean and clear the way for another tomorrow–for a new day where what is under the sky will be just as beautiful as what is above.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
The Imagine Nation
When asked where I am from
I no longer mention my country
by name because people will
soon enough realise that my
accent is the noun, not a verb.
I come from a place where
daydreams are never interrupted
by darkness because it’s a marriage
of preoccupation with nonconformity.
Curiosity gives an illusion of genius,
insight and resourcefulness are the
true collaborators of artistic invention.
Panache cannot be consumed.
Apr 24, 2023
Apr 24, 2023 at 6:51 AM UTC