Wreathes Awarded for... RESPECT

Wreathes Awarded for ... RESPECT

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with Copyright)

Wreathes

of 

varied

Rings--

branches/flowers

but

never thorns,

Bestowed

as a Honor.

A Semblance

of  Respect.

Entwined

in

Love;

Awarded

to

Protect

Dignity--

Each one's.

In retrospect...

E n u n c i a t e d,

Spelled out

Purposefully.

(by our Lady Queen Bee)

Yet...

Can we Define it--

Universally,

Since

RESPECT

Begets

RESPECT?

Can We...

R........React Responsibly; 'Man-up' to Accountability

E......Emanate Efficiency; Obliterate non-consistency

S.....Shower Sincere Sympathy and Lenitive Empathy

P................Permeate Patience--a Blockade to Hatred

E............Eradicate Envy by Uplifting Encouragement

C.......Create Comfort by Banishing Discouragement

T...................Tame our Tempers with Loving Embers

Thus

Cultivating

R. E. S. P. E. C. T.

For Our

Every

Member!

Based on: 1 Pe. 2:11, 17; 1 Tim. 4:12; Rms. 12:10; Lev. 19:32.

#Fear Fleshed Out

#FEAR FLESHED OUT

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

Perched

on this precipice

ascending

rapidly

from

blackened

ashes

molded,

into

a

solid

craggy

Mountain

High

above the ocean,

the speed of which

stripped

me

bare

of robe--

nearly

peeled

back

my onion skin.

I climbed this mount

turned mountain.

Took

the steep steps

of

"can't"

"ain't good enough"--

often repeated

snide,

wicked,

constant,

projecting

me

higher and higher;

past 

any

silver linings.

*

First I floated

on a lake of crystal clear

rippled waters,

which

Could

quench my thirsty soul.

Then

Drown

I

almost

did

bobbing and thrashing,

frantic

on the

agitated waves

of cannonball

performers.

*

I

Permitted

a drift;

so why glance

for a sail?

(Do I really

desire

Salvation?

What

exactly

Is this place

called

Hell?)

*

I

took

the steps

escaping the whirling

whispers--

sudden

blessed efforts

to inspire.

Poignant

sweet

musings

that

plucked at my core;

mimicked stroked strings

of the harp

to pacify

my

bleating

heart.

And

Yes,

Light

seeped through

semi-slanted,

dusty

blinds;

Truly

sprouted

blossoms

on this crusty soiled floor. 

Though,

across

windows

(double-paned)

in flight free

and easy,

birds in abundance,

More

Beautiful

appeared;

their varied sounds

garbled.

Their melodies unclear.

*

I climbed those steps

way above those birds;

Above that ocean.

I climbed higher

even when

my legs grew heavy

in the exertion.

Now?

I lie--cold and frozen.

Now?

I will shut

my tired eyes,

just a tiny while

Dozing....

till--

THE END.

Based on: 2 Timothy 1:7; Luke 21:26; 1 John 4:18.

Bare Bones of #Fear

Bare Bones

of

#Fear

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

I

stand

NAKED

and Alone--

by Choice.

What I carry

I carry

Inside.

You

can't know;

So you can't take....

Can you?

Then I want

NOTHING!

THERE!

NOTHING

For you

To

TAKE!

Is

there?

Then...

I'll lie down.

Then...

I'll...

CLOSE my eyes.

So...There!--

Is

NOTHING

LEFT.

*

THE END.

Based on Luke 12:4; 21:26; 1 John 4:18
http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2009166?q=fear&p=par

HIS HATED THINGS (poem with copyright)

To #Adversity I Replied

To #Adversity I Replied

By Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

To Adversity I replied:

"I won't stop breathing!

Won't
lie down and die!"

No shameful cry:
"Uncle!"

though, you demand
with fingers
snarled in my hair,

Both hands
entwined,

mashing my face in sand.

In Pit and Mire--
more aptly described.

Your goal
again
new

for me to expire.

"I won't stop breathing!"
to Adversity I replied,

When
you demand
I lie down and die!

"Ludicrous!" you deny...
"Pit and mire?"

"Okay!

Demand--insidiously
implied." ... You in effect,
maligning my senses.

I didn't stammer: "I'm still conscious;

not totally senseless!"

Crushed;
suppressed--

my Smile?

"No!"

Though, I've been burned.

You

Aware,

Knowing

even lips chapped

Upturned,

however cracked and bleeding,

can elicit

much More

than
a spurn.

But,

turn or roll me over

someone special.
Please!

Appease with these:

Soft face,

hand too,

extended,

stretching to ease.

My eyes moistened by pain,

still notes

the slight tilt of your lids--
your eyes,

when in compassion

crinkles.

Lifts

my soul to the highs!

Smile! Do Smile!

Therein lies:

expressed
hope
magnanimous!

A heart
open,
warm
and generous!

My chance to defy

again

To Adversity--

with
help
to reply:

"I didn't stop breathing
when you

commanded:

"Die!"

Based on: Isa. 41:13; 40:11; 2 Chronicles.16: 9; 1 Sam. 12:22; 1 Pe. 3:12; Acts 20:35; Eph. 4:32; Heb. 13:2.

See also the Article: Are Your Problems A Punishment From God?

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/102009012?q=adversity&p=par

I Am 'Just Saying'...

I Am
'Just Saying'

By Seah Greenhorn
(with copyright)


What you do
Does
affect us.

If you dress
totally 'sexy'

or bare it all;

but he can't find you

or give
you
a call;

What exactly do you think
he's gonna do?

Read a book?
Call his guy friend?

Jump in his car
just to give it a spin?

Or will he prowl the streets
With a itch in hand

Looking for
a willing/unwilling
#victim

to supply #on-demand?

Come on girls...
Give us a break.

If you 'rev' them up
but don't participate

you're an accomplice
to #malice
against your 'fella' mate.

Don't take this
as an opportunity
"to #fling
some 'hate.'"

We just want to curb
this violence

that 'Too #Sexy'

perpetuates

against

sisters,

daughters,

even mothers.

Think about us

just trying
to navigate

these daily streets,
among all this
female hate.

We too need to
carve out
a living

for our
families
sake.

A little
less
flesh,

Please.

Or for
Us

it's

Too Late.

I Am
'Just Saying.'

To Live Nutritionally or To Die Deliciously?

To Live Nutritionally or To Die Deliciously?

by Seah Greenhorn

(Poem with copyright)

"Ah!

To

Die

Deliciously!"

Many

Happily

Chose.

As if 

Any

Nutrition

Whatsoever

would

Compromise

their

Joy

In Living.

All

Flavor

or

Color

in the World

they would

Distastefully

Lose.

Sadly,

Ignorance

through

Microwaved

Gratification

Leads

to

'No taste'

for 

Savory

Education.

Mass

Quantities

of

'Fast food'

Gobbled down

Senseless

Stifles

Developing/Enhancing

our

Created

Senses

for

Banquets

Carefully

Prepared

And

Even 

Delicacies

Internationally

Shared.

It

Dulls and Weighs

Down

a Lively

Imagination

and

It

Kills

Energetic

Sensations

Stimulating

A

Natural and Healthy

Desire

for a Long and Lovely

Life

of 

Timeless

Duration.

A diet of 

only

'Fast food'

While

Excitedly

'Tasty'

Only

Clogs the arteries. 

Promotes

A

Death

Hasty.

http://wol.jw.org/en/wol/d/r1/lp-e/2011361