"respecter" poems
Do you realize that races are overrated,
since God is no respecter of persons?
Colored perceptions of hatred and bigotry
may ultimately destroy our existence.
Who needs people that:
• Lack brotherly love and respect for others
• Lust for power, wealth and **********
• Lack vision and purpose
• Lack maturity and wisdom
• Have attitudes of superiority
• Are poor in spirit
• Lack discipline and self-control
Colored attitudes, regarding skin tones and hues,
pale in contrast to uncontrolled emotions.
Without responsibility and accountability,
people get themselves in trouble rather quickly.
Who really wants or needs:
• Red’s lustful, passion for someone other than your spouse?
• or Green’s destructional envy of others’ wealth or possessions?
• or Yellow’s fear, smelling of ***** from peeing ourselves?
• or White’s collection of powdered deaths?
• or Blue’s inner sadness or coldness towards others?
• or Brown’s poverty, shame and overall uncleanness?
• or Orange steadfastness for a Godless life?
• or Purple’s smugness from a self-conceived ideal of royalty?
• or Black’s foreboding sicknesses and death?
Our human collective needs to find real commonality,
within this brotherhood of man, as planetary stewards.
Under girded with a genuineness of concern and love,
true understanding can lead to harmonious relationships.
We all have the ability to commune with God’s Spirit;
however, we each must have a desire to do so.
Utopia may be unattainable, unlike… unity of community.
And yes, I forgive you, for thinking I might be racist.
Author Notes:
Loosely based on:
Acts 10: 34; Gal 2: 6; Deut 10: 17; 1 Pet 1: 17
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http: //www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2012, All rights reserved.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 7:42 AM UTC
all my photos are in his passenger's seat
these black and whites of him singing
and talking about the wars he has and hasn't
been in, navigating Penrose like he walked
these roads a thousand times before he ever
took a truck--
and he know everybody's name, date of birth
and probably their social, who died and when--
he's been livin' as 14 other people,
never gets no space and I'm no respecter of that
neither cause the way he looks at me used to
scare me and now I know he jus' scared himself.
saw it when he told me about Braun's body
in the brambles, and in the letters he gets from
past lovers full of jealous jargon-- you made *me
feel terrible*, your fault, ending in a hundred
goodnights, she wants the last word and all I want
is for him to tell me what he's thinkin' when he's angry
'cause he is angry, with bitterness sunk down in his bones
and swimmin' 'round in his chest, he lost weight out at the rig
but kept all that melancholy to himself, brings it home and
drops it in a glass before taking it back in
he asks why I'm lookin' and it's just 'cause.
Just 'cause i'm looking at his eyelashes while
he sleeps or the lip of his brow hidin' eyes a lot lighter than you'd think, committing the eagle on his back to memory
with that scripture from Isaiah a ways off in my head,
scrawled on the back of my heart,
written at the crown of his spine,
I used to wonder about the integrity of his skin
if water'd seep through or run off, used to think
he was made of wood with rice paper shutters--
but he's a mountain, a snowcapped alp
you wouldn't know it from a ways off,
when he's just a soldier standing out
in the field, shoulders hunched, chin tucked
breathin' cold air, but Lord he warm, fierce as the
mistakes he runnin' from--
we both beggin' to be right
or good enough, for the sunlight
to make us into somethin' pretty
somethin' new and shined--
but for now i'm takin' pictures shotgun,
hiding my fingers in my pockets
thinking about the way his voice'd
prolly blow in on the curtains on a
summer's day, and he's singing
My love, is somewhere in that mountain....
my love is somewhere in that mountain
Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
CONSCIENCE
TIME OF THOUGHT: LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT: LOST
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-Nativepen
The incorrigible judge of the universe
The voice of man's spirit
The breaker of the stone heart
You should get one
He pounds the accusssed heart to confession
A mortal pessil
The rod that punishes
The accused mind
He chastises the mind of kings and priests
He makes the most secretive to voice out
The arch angel in our heart
Who dare resist him
He changes the mood of a friendly one
Whenever they misbehave
He never condone any indiscipline around him
Whenever he sights any bad deeds
The ever faithful companion
He is no respecter of anyone
You should get one
You sincerely need one
Dear friend
Do you have a conscience?
Dear friend get one
You really need to.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
Sonnet.
Se voir le plus possible et s'aimer seulement,
Sans ruse et sans détours, sans honte ni mensonge,
Sans qu'un désir nous trompe, ou qu'un remords nous ronge,
Vivre à deux et donner son coeur à tout moment ;
Respecter sa pensée aussi **** qu'on y plonge,
Faire de son amour un jour au lieu d'un songe,
Et dans cette clarté respirer librement
Ainsi respirait Laure et chantait son amant.
Vous dont chaque pas touche à la grâce suprême,
Cest vous, la tête en fleurs, qu'on croirait sans souci,
C'est vous qui me disiez qu'il faut aimer ainsi.
Et c'est moi, vieil enfant du doute et du blasphème,
Qui vous écoute, et pense, et vous réponds ceci :
Oui, l'on vit autrement, mais c'est ainsi qu'on aime.
996
Enoch was a dynamic soul
who truly sought God’s heart;
as a result of revelation knowledge
being imparted unto him,
God plucked him from the earth
so that he was “no more.”
Since Jehovah is no respecter of persons
and there is “nothing new under the sun”,
then why do we know only of a single individual
who was transported to heaven in the same manner
without experiencing an earthly demise?
How many “other” Enochs were there
whose names are unknown?
Did Enoch’s life story inspire God
to put His Word into print
with the intention of history repeating itself?
Why do ministers neglect Enoch’s story?
Perhaps by contrast it would reflect
poorly on themselves,
seeing they are still with us.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009, All rights reserved.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 9:21 AM UTC
Shushed until now
Respecter of no status
Not even the blue bloods
Even men of timber and caliber shivers
Ha! Uncle Sam trembles at thy blow
What a time for the atheist
To raise both hands skyward
A time to trust the unknown
In the hands of the one
Made known by nature
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 1:53 PM UTC
Adieu ! je crois qu'en cette vie
Je ne te reverrai jamais.
Dieu passe, il t'appelle et m'oublie ;
En te perdant je sens que je t'aimais.
Pas de pleurs, pas de plainte vaine.
Je sais respecter l'avenir.
Vienne la voile qui t'emmène,
En souriant je la verrai partir.
Tu t'en vas pleine d'espérance,
Avec orgueil tu reviendras ;
Mais ceux qui vont souffrir de ton absence,
Tu ne les reconnaîtras pas.
Adieu ! tu vas faire un beau rêve
Et t'enivrer d'un plaisir dangereux ;
Sur ton chemin l'étoile qui se lève
Longtemps encor éblouira tes yeux.
Un jour tu sentiras peut-être
Le prix d'un coeur qui nous comprend,
Le bien qu'on trouve à le connaître,
Et ce qu'on souffre en le perdant.
768
She asked me, Who are you?
I responded, What do you mean?
My headed and thoughts thickened and clouded over;
Who am I?
Have I lost touch of all the wonderful blocks that build me
to me?
Have I lost the emotions and roots that created me
to be me?
I know I have found her before,
once or twice when alone and happy and free,
but now I've morphed into, just me.
Then I think, all these things I think are me,
are they me?
Or are they what others see in me?
Have I morphed into a "What you see me"?
People say I am warm and bright,
but all I can ask is who are you?
Are you changing? Are you sliding by?
Who do you want to be vs. who were you?
I'm Claire.
I'm unfiltered,
I'm easy going,
I'm nervous but adventurous,
I'm authentic and open with everyone,
When I love you, I LOVE you
and when I hate you, I just don't care about you anymore.
I'm so open I hurt deeply,
I'm selfish
but I think everyone should be in some ways.
I always see another side,
I'm dramatic but I shy from frienship and relationship drama
I don't belong to one mold, I'm always changing and shifting
I'm an imaginer and not much of a do-er,
I'm a listener,
God respecter.
I find it funny, my whole life my parents said,
"You're unique", but never said why or how to use this "uniqueness".
I just grew up thinking, "I'm unique" but I still don't know why.
I'm pretty much like everyone else I think,
I feel, I love, I see, I react.
I change so much in a day its hard to focus on who I'm being in one moment.
I don't know who I am,
I really don't even know who I want to be,
I just want to be better than I am now.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
This Tricky Cunning Fellow
One so young, gone
A companion of all, a lover of none
Like a thief in the night
This tricky cunning fellow will come and ***** out your light
A king’s nightmare, a mother’s worst enemy
This tricky cunning fellow is a respecter of none, trust me
An experience will change your life forever
Nowhere to run, cower or hide when he comes like an uninvited lover
He will dine and wine with you, dropping one or two lies as he whispers to you
Be not deceived, his goal isn’t to tease or please, he is there just to ruin
No number of warriors, magicians or strong towers can keep him back
This tricky cunning fellow is a master in the art of war, he will simply attack
Just when your guard is down and when you least expect, calamity strikes!
Only then would you get the fame and love you so desired via a thousand Facebook likes
Friends and family who never cared for you, yet smiling while baring envious teeth
But it is that tricky cunning fellow who opened your eyes to see the truth, by closing it
For some a time to eat and drink and show their affluence
Instead of reflection and regrets while they mourn in silence
But their time cometh one way or another, whether by man, man-made or natural causes
Everyone must submit to his wit, charm and supernatural forces
A recruitment not even age, class, creed or *** can be exempt from its call
Child, rich, poor, male, female, sick, healthy, black or white, must fall in line, not one, but all
A race where there is no winner or loser, just a referee blowing a whistle to start the run
This tricky cunning fellow is indeed a companion of all, and a lover of none
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Forgiveness takes the bitten hand
And then holds it out again
A respecter of all men
Forgiveness then forgives
For without forgiveness in our lives
What would we find to gage love by
For all the hurt to end
Forgiveness must forgive
When I think about myself
It's me to blame and no one else
For after all didn't all I need
Forgiveness to forgive
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
no respecter of persons
and neither should I be
no respecter of persons
and neither should I be
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:51 PM UTC
Comment une Femme m'a émue
Des jambes fines terminées par des baskets,
Des cheveux qui tombent sur les épaules,
Un bracelet vert sur le bras,
Et ce petit short noir si pudique,
qu'il en est émouvant.
Chère belle inconnue rencontrée dans ce bus,
Je me gardais bien de t'aborder ni de t’importuner,
A peine t’avais-je jeté un regard discret,
pour respecter ton intimité,
et parce que nos âges étaient par trop lointains.
Mais ta fugitive beauté, ta fraîcheur, ta joliesse,
ont été l'arc-en-ciel en cette journée.
Il existe parfois des croisements éphémères
Qui vous apportent plus,
Que de longs propos et des espoirs déçus.
Paul Arrighi
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 6:14 PM UTC
Il est deux Amitiés comme il est deux Amours.
L'une ressemble à l'imprudence ;
Faite pour l'âge heureux dont elle a l'ignorance,
C'est une enfant qui rit toujours.
Bruyante, naïve, légère,
Elle éclate en transports joyeux.
Aux préjugés du monde indocile, étrangère,
Elle confond les rangs et folâtre avec eux.
L'instinct du cœur est sa science,
Et son guide est la confiance.
L'enfance ne sait point haïr ;
Elle ignore qu'on peut trahir.
Si l'ennui dans ses yeux (on l'éprouve à tout âge)
Fait rouler quelques pleurs,
L'Amitié les arrête, et couvre ce nuage
D'un nuage de fleurs.
On la voit s'élancer près de l'enfant qu'elle aime,
Caresser la douleur sans la comprendre encor,
Lui jeter des bouquets moins riants qu'elle-même,
L'obliger à la fuite et reprendre l'essor.
C'est elle, ô ma première amie !
Dont la chaîne s'étend pour nous unir toujours.
Elle embellit par toi l'aurore de ma vie,
Elle en doit embellir encor les derniers jours.
Oh ! que son empire est aimable !
Qu'il répand un charme ineffable
Sur la jeunesse et l'avenir,
Ce doux reflet du souvenir !
Ce rêve pur de notre enfance
En a prolongé l'innocence ;
L'Amour, le temps, l'absence, le malheur,
Semblent le respecter dans le fond de mon cœur.
Il traverse avec nous la saison des orages,
Comme un rayon du ciel qui nous guide et nous luit :
C'est, ma chère, un jour sans nuages
Qui prépare une douce nuit.
L'autre Amitié, plus grave, plus austère,
Se donne avec lenteur, choisit avec mystère ;
Elle observe en silence et craint de s'avancer ;
Elle écarte les fleurs, de peur de s'y blesser.
Choisissant la raison pour conseil et pour guide,
Elle voit par ses yeux et marche sur ses pas :
Son abord est craintif, son regard est timide ;
Elle attend, et ne prévient pas.
692
pain the teacher
the only instructor who instructs after punishment
PAIN
the only teacher who flogs you without a cain
PAIN
it teaches you the bittersweet truth
PAIN
it knows nobody
PAIN
it is a respecter of noon
PAIN
it won't stop until you learn.
PAIN
the best instructor anyone can ever have.
PAIN
take or leave it one way or the other everyone gets trashed
pain pain pain
Sep 5, 2020
Sep 5, 2020 at 12:52 PM UTC
DEATH
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOST
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-Nativepen
DEATH
Umm...............
The end of mortals sojourn
An Au'gust visitor
A must all living dislike
Is there any armour against it?
A thief that strikes unnoticed
A snatcher
A destroyer
He snatches the forgotten
The free born
The most sought after
Even the loved one's are not left out
He snatches the kings maker
The princes and princess
The queens are not excluded
Not to talk of the kings
He is a cruel messenger
He is no respecter of anyone
What a ruthless messenger
The offer of gold, brass and bronze
He rejects
The best attire in style never frick him
What a cruel you are
A ticket to the judgement hall
The leverage amongst all
He is not a friend of all classes;
Pauper,slave and the wealthy
Oh death
The breaker of the umbreakable bond.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
This Tricky Cunning Fellow
One so young, gone
A companion of all, a lover of none
Like a thief in the night
This tricky cunning fellow will come and ***** out your light
A king’s nightmare, a mother’s worst enemy
This tricky cunning fellow is a respecter of none, trust me
An experience will change your life forever
Nowhere to run, cower or hide when he comes like an uninvited lover
He will dine and wine with you, dropping one or two lies as he whispers to you
Be not deceived, his goal isn’t to tease or please, he is there just to ruin
No number of warriors, magicians or strong towers can keep him back
This tricky cunning fellow is a master in the art of war, he will simply attack
Just when your guard is down and when you least expect, calamity strikes!
Only then would you get the fame and love you so desired via a thousand Facebook likes
Friends and family who never cared for you, yet smiling while baring envious teeth
But it is that tricky cunning fellow who opened your eyes to see the truth, by closing it
For some a time to eat and drink and show their affluence
Instead of reflection and regrets while they mourn in silence
But their time cometh one way or another, whether by man, man-made or natural causes
Everyone must submit to his wit, charm and supernatural forces
A recruitment not even age, class, creed or *** can be exempt from its call
Child, rich, poor, male, female, sick, healthy, black or white, must fall in line, not one, but all
A race where there is no winner or loser, just a referee blowing a whistle to start the run
This tricky cunning fellow is indeed a companion of all, and a lover of none
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
If Death was my best friend,
would I go through life unnerving and unafraid?
Would I read through the book of my life, feeling no fear to turn each page?
I would roam where the unwary stumble across the bones of the lost,
fighting for my freedom at any age and at any cost.
I would face my enemies and speak the truth, even if knowing it would lead to my demise
Flank my adversaries and catch them by surprise!
But alas, Death is the friend of no man,
He'll grip you in his icy grasp, regardless of dreams or plans,
He is no respecter of age, youth or elder
Wether you are lost in the storm or already to shelter.
But still I shall not be afraid.
I shall go through the story of life and not only turn, but rewrite every page
For this is my story, for me to rise up and accept my glory,
Wether it be fame, shame or neither
I'll live my life on my terms,
No longer distracted through your intoxicating memory,
No longer wishing to breathe you in like ether
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
There are times
when the night
seems too long
my dead son;
days that bring
that constant
reminder
of the night
your heart stopped
and started
those three times,
so I read,
then the fourth
time next day
you were dead.
Twenty nine
is no age,
my dear son,
but death's no
respecter
of such things,
has no rules
to obey:
years or months,
weeks or day.
A strong grip
is grief's hold,
my big son,
chokes throat,
waters eyes,
pains sad heart,
numbs dull brain
with deep pain.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
Perhaps rules really were
Meant to be broken
Checkpoints, goals, objectives
You’re developed, you’re grown
When you’ve learned the secret
That rules weren’t intended to be followed
Not precisely, for certain
Everyone at some point must learn
To bend the rules
So... what does that make me?
The respecter of rules.
I did everything you asked
I took all the precautions
Memorized the guidelines
Never broke a rule
Am I... am I to be broken in their place?
Nov 20, 2019
Nov 20, 2019 at 3:03 AM UTC
Sometimes I’m strong and sometimes the nights are too long. Sometimes I feel love and sometimes the pain is all I have. As the pain grows so is the fear.
Fear will come upon you like a thief in the night.
Stealing the strength you need to carry all the weight.
The heavier it becomes the slower your gait.
Struggle to hold on to what I thought I knew,
My reality once clear suddenly no longer seemed true.
But must remind myself that time is not a respecter of no man , for it marches on
Even when we need a minute or two to catch our breath. When we don’t feel like it anymore, we must push on and begin again. Every day when life is trying,
I laid my soul bare to the master’s feet,
In a blink of an eye I no longer felt sad. Given another chance to begin again. Turn my tears into joy.
My tears now gone and replaced with a smile. Standing tall And so full of love, a clear path for others to seek. Finally my head held up high. No longer feeling heavy, but light enough to fly.
Black bird’s in the sky with my wings spread out, if you need a hug.
Soft clouds and sunshine awakens the gratitude within. Forget the pain and the disappointment and begin again.
Brace yourself , embrace the wonder. Brothers and sisters, suffering from illness and darkness, facing an unknown future, please know that you stand amongst. And be thankful you still exist.
This one for YOU!
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 5:32 AM UTC