Spiritual Revelations for Humans Seeking Humanity in Humans ~CordieB.
Archive for growing up
May 7, 2009 at 2:39 pm · Filed under Art, Justice, life, Love, Mental Stress, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: blossom, boys, children, cordieb, friends, girls, growing, growing up, Jump Back Juicy, Keith Haring, Love, mocking, playing, poems, Poetry, Spirituality, spring, teasing, Tree of Life
Art – Tree of life, By Keith Haring , 1985
The following poem was written in response to Simply Snicker’s poetry prompt. This week’s (Through May 10th) prompt prompts us to use the words, Jeer , Jump and Just in our poems.
Also, we are celebrating the life of American pop artist Keith Haring , who was born on May 4, 1958. A sample of his wonderful art is shown above. Also, visit his site. He was a most wonderful artist.
In light of the light-hearted, yet meaningful and deeply spiritual, nature of Keith Haring’s art. .. I thought I’d try a little light hearted poetry to accompany his work. Of course a spiritual lesson is spinned in the words too–I think. Anywho…
Jump Back Juicy
Jump back Juicy, have no fear
Just becuz they jab and jeer
can’t you see the time is near…
when yo eyes seez crystal clear
Jump back Juicy, dry those eyes
look into the bright blue skys
nature’s bout to make allies
of those boys who make you cry
Jump back Juicy; have no doubt
You’ze about to step on out
You’ze beginning now to sprout
Ain’t no need to worry bout
Nothin that those boys a saying
they just boys who likes a playing
pretty soon they be prayin
for the comfort of yo laying…
Jump back Juicy, let’s go play
it’s another pretty day
Picked you flowers round the way
What’s yo real name anyway…?
~Written by CordieB.
Quote for Today: All things blossom in due time. ~CordieB.
I have a feeling you are in the mist of blossoming right now~ Just you wait and see!
Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.
December 14, 2008 at 5:58 pm · Filed under Christianity, Observations and tagged: adult, Blessings, children, cordieb, god, growing up, insight, life, living, Love, men, responsbility, sam, teenagers
The Measurement of a Man Lies in His Heart
When you can keep composure and know just what to do
While others are loosing theirs; while blaming it on you
When you can believe in self, when others say you can’t
Yet still love those others, regardless of negative affirmant
When you can remain patient without growing too weary of the wait
When you can make the best of dire circumstances come what may
And realize your part; not blame others or blame fate
When being hated by others doesn’t cause you to practice hate
And evil deeds upon you is not dealt with in evil retaliate
When being lied about doesn’t cause you to become a liar
and yet not believe or boast on being the the better or the wiser
When you can dream and not become a perpetual daydreamer
When you can solicit assistance without resorting to being a schemer
When you can think, while not being obsessed with your thoughts
When you can admit to mistakes without having been caught
When you can accept criticism without pointing fingers back
And not take all criticism as a personal attack
When you can summon courage in the mist of paralyzing fears
When you are not afraid to cry; as strength often comes with tears
When you can face disaster and triumph just the same
realizing they are one–just with a different name
When you can risk it all in the investment of a dream
loose it all; but not loose faith and start all over again
Keeping life in perspective, never bothering to complain
When you can walk in a crowd of evil, yet still keep your virtue
When you can not loose sight of the goodness within you
When you can have abundance, yet not forget from where you came
When you can be tied in bondage, yet your freedom still remains
When you can learn life’s lessons in all that come and go
Not ever falsely thinking you know all there is to know
When you can give all you can, still knowing when to say no
Realizing true friends count with you; not simply take and go
When you can give from the heart to those less fortune than self
And not measure richness on material wealth
When you can love, realizing love may not be returned the same
Then you shall possess a gift held in the heart of a real man
When you can realize the powers you so blessedly possess
Knowing with God’s Grace comes unique responsibilities
When you can converse with royalty with wisdom inner borne
And also communicate with beggars, realizing we are all of one
then life will start revealing light like a distant rising sun
And when you strive to master these truths, you shall be a man, my son
–Written especially for Sam, my wonderful son , pictured above. Sam is 16. I imagine you remember being 16 . . . no need to say more. . . lol
Inspired by Rudyard Kipling’s “If”
April 14, 2008 at 2:55 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: Adulthood, Adults, Blessings, children, growing up, harmony, If, judgements, life, Love, Manhood, peace, people, poem, Poetry, relaxation, responsibility, Rudyard Kipling, Spirituality, values, Womanhood, world
My Son Sam – It’s Wonderful When Boys can Be Boys
I read the following poem on Sue Ann Edward’s, Always Embraces Always blog a few days ago, and I feel compelled to share it as well. I hope it enlightens you as it has me.
If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But can make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by the waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk to wise:
If you can dream – and not make the dream your master
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can walk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch
If neither foes nor friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!
