Missed Opportunities
Once opportunity missed means gone out of hand Work remains undone as promised by friend They are all missed and gone forever, Will not come back again and lost for ever Have you ever tried for bright carrier and success? Constant thrust and work without any recess, New avenues, areas and seeking complete access, With calculated move without making excess, Perfect seeding with good and honest intention Sides all secured with full prevention, Zeal coupled with enthusiasm for bright future, Taking utmost care for ideas to nurture, Never suffered a set back or even failure Plugging all loop holes and making it sure If today is missed then let it not tomorrow, Happiness and joy on face not reflecting sorrow, One step forward with two steps backward, Journey should go on with aim forward, No hurdles should block or make us to leave Always look beyond.
God and Mind Mapping Props Beginnings in Scripture
It is amazing to contemplate that origin of Mind Mapping Props from heaven! The symbols used in Ezekiel 37: 16-22 came to a nation of bread that was leaven. Our Father instructed Ezekiel to put two sticks together in front of opposing nations. Israel and Judah were the chosen to start God's covenant stations. The lineage of God's holy servant David was proclaimed the prince forever. The Jewish people who live by this need to think of the present spiritual endeavor. If indeed Israel's David is the leader of God's holy nations who inherits that power to be? Is it not written in the Old and the New Testament he who is not against me is for me?
William Carlos Williams - Poems
For poet William Carlos Williams, poems were a way of life and a way to express life. Williams was born in Rutherford, New Jersey on September 17 in 1883. His father was a British businessperson in New York while his mother was an artistic Puerto Rican. Williams began writing poetry while he was still a student at the Horace Mann High School and pursued his study of medicine at the University of Pennsylvania. His lifelong friendship with Ezra Pound and Hilda Doolittle during his University days helped him to fulfill his dream to become a doctor and a writer at the same time. After earning his M.
Backslider s Poem
'Twas the night before God came and all thru the house, Not a person was praying, no bride to espouse. Our Bibles were stored in the closet somewhere, In hopes that the Word would mature us from there. The children were dressing to crawl into bed, Not once ever kneeling or bowing their head. And mom in her rocker with babe on her lap, Were watching the late show while I took a nap. When out of the east there arose such a clatter, I dropped the ashtray trying to see "what's the matter". Spilled beer on the dope as I tripped over the trash, Hit my head on the shutter, pinched my thumb with the sash.
It Still Whispers to Me
Some mornings I can hear the roosters crowing as the dawn breaks. Some evenings I can hear the wind rolling through the maple trees. I sometimes hear my father whistling for we children to come back home. I can hear the leaves rustling and crunching while my brothers and I are running through the mountains. Sometimes I can feel the serenity as I sit on "Big Rock" overlooking the town. I can feel the excitement of reading my many books hoping to escape the reality of "small town". I sometimes see my little brother when he was seven years old proudly proclaiming he and I will get out of the small town we were born into.
Life Lessons
Mistakes are made, And lives are changed. Deceitful pain Through silly games. We seem to stray But must remain For any hope of being sane, Though even at times hurt stains. We learn the "rights" By doing wrongs. To reach new heights, We must prolong. For doing so we learn to live, We learn to fight, We learn to give. We need to accept, We must reflect, We then correct As well as perfect. For lessons are taught We need to do best. Temptations can rot, Above all the rest. God knows new ways To make us smile. God knows our hearts, Are far from futile. Take in each day, As it may come. Don't over think, Just let thing run.
The Graves and Birthdays Inside Her Smile
The graves and birthdays inside her smile. Kali this Now. Blue sky, green leaves; the meaning of growth, he and she, and the variegated plants who need partial shade. Her look and his blindfold hiding clear-eyed legal blindness. A touch that whistles for the sinister, a touch that demolishes the humanity-shell huddled up against itself, forming the archaic coating of Gaia-egg #whatever the population is today. Taunt clotheslines, God leaving the egg laying alone to the sweeping of the tide's misappropriated tidal-seasons, tidal-happenstances and surprise relationships with coral reefs who never stop increasing their solid hull-breaking-it-nesses.
Fear Thoughts and Mending in Body and Mind
"Thoughts are things. Energy Follows thought." Hermes "FEAR-False Evidence Appearing Real." FEAR THOUGHTS When fear comes it paralyzes. All that is false appears real. Our mind takes off to horror and pain. The worst will happen. The pain is here and will not leave. I am sick. There is something horrible going on inside of me. There is no help. Help is far away; It eludes me. Pain is here, and discontent. The pain stays; it will get worse. All these thoughts Destroy, Corrupt. All these mind thoughts create More Pain, More Suffering. These made-up thoughts Kill, Destroy. They break down whatever order there is.
Ode To The Nigerian Coat Of Arm
Salute to this great people Great people, great nation Salute to this race Niger-area unique people Pride of Africa Beauty-seat of black Citadel of great minds The race who share one voice Instrument of greater height Icons of greater might Many people, one body The Nigerian red eagle Seated on mounted wreath Our symbol of strength Icon of our splendorous might Beauty of our dignity and labour Respect of our selfless service Reward of our hardworking and efforts Crown of our struggle and independence Strength seated on endowment Nigerian black shield The icon of our 'owns' Of our fortuitous qualities Of our land and culture Minerals and solid resources The bank and stream of the nation Pride of her people Blessings to the world The home of waters Flowing abundantly everywhere Of our major two rivers Y-shaped, silver-coloured wavy band Rivers Niger and Benue The strength of our farmland House our sea-natures Power to our dark homes Source of our traditions and festivals The bound of our regions Oh!
Just Somewhere There
Just somewhere there A place never dreamt of Far in the south of the south In a place enveloped with mountains There located my habitation As if once upon a time The reality of told tales Moon light helps tell who's there Tap water sounds rubbish All know one another even at night God's calendar exists for all A year of living as thousands As if service will never end Selfless and endless sacrifice here Come to stay as companion Evil is here with us everyday Youths dying at prime Wick one dining uninvited 50 years old man at a spot Yes, all we see in this place Church exist as if they are not Pastors could have concubines Twelve could pregnant here Fatherless are countless here Poverty embraced everyone in this place Cheating is the way of life Adultery and fornication norms From church to beer joint From rags to rags, but doesn't matter Once we could get 'hot' drink Yes, where poor and the rich are alike Where the poor chose to remain poor The hopeless never make efforts Young girls struggle for sex And the men never satisfied Yes, we leave in shop-home Go miles in bush to release Bath in a thatched palm bathroom Where comfort doesn't matter Here, selfless service is obvious We place our live on line Exposed to malaria and typhoid Eat carbon-hydrate unmixed Pile smiled and fever touched No hospital, poor clinic But yet joy fills our heart That we serve our fatherland We put service before self We speak, preach and evangelize We save souls, educate and counsel As if all to no avail But the impact was felt Yes, long later, gradual change Hope is brought, they can make it Things has fallen in lines The courageous, home we go Done the little we could Our service to humanity and unto God Peace of God we leave for them Not as the world gives as said Yes we shall see again Students, corps, meet again Where I don't know, someday As we meet to part, Yet we part to meet again.