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It's more like an ethos, something I tend to see in those that I really admire and seem to share with those closest to me. Thank you for reading.
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- Posted on 03/29/24
in Meaningful Poems

I don't mind accolades
freely passed on my way,
I'll take encouragement
gladly, any given day.

I don't mind accolades
freely passed on my way,
I'll take encouragement
gladly, any given day.
I don't shift responsibilities
that land upon my plate,
and I'm fine with criticism
when it's laid out straight.
An offer of assistance
I'm not the type to dis,
will swallow the hard truth
despite how bitter it is.
But if it's pity you're selling,
you've got the wrong guy.
It's a luxury I can't afford,
the one thing I won't buy.
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The Smartphone

I was looking at my handheld and wondering just how much the world has changed because of smartphones. I wrote this for leisure.
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- Posted on 10/22/23
in Change Poems

A sleek and smart device,
Is taking everything out.
Little things and big things,
It's looking more like a rout.

A sleek and smart device,
Is taking everything out.
Little things and big things,
It's looking more like a rout.

It's taking out the camera,
The wristwatch, the clock.
Walkmans and desk calendars,
Didn't have a better luck.

It's taken out the road map.
It's taking out the flashlight.
Good ridance to the land line,
It couldn't put up a fight.

It's wiping out newspapers,
The DVDs and Cassettes.
It's taking out the textbooks,
And it is not finished yet.

How about relationships,
Real interactions for a start?
Friendships and even marriages,
Are being taken apart.

It is taking out our eyes,
When we're texting on a trot.
It's killing our cervical spine,
When we're rooted to a spot

And it'll take more than that,
If we're slow to take control.
The smartphone comes in handy,
But can take over a soul.
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Minute By Minute
- Published: June 23, 2023
Poem About Spontaneity In Seeking God

in Prayer Poems

I desire, dear Lord,
To cultivate the habit,
Of keeping in touch with You,
Minute by minute.

I desire, dear Lord,
To cultivate the habit,
Of keeping in touch with You,
Minute by minute.

Not reserving prayer
For the more crucial things,
While leaving it out
Of the seeming routines.

To make a point
Of approaching the Throne,
Over daily concerns
Before fetching the phone.

To care to say grace,
Before having a bite,
Or taking a walk in the park,
Or picking a pen to write.

Help me Lord to see
You are right by my side,
A true friend willing to listen,
A Father ready to guide.
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In Progress
- Published: May 29, 2023
Poem About Seeing Progress In Slowing Down

in Life Lesson Poems

Striving daily for progress,
Learning a paradox too --
That it's not always forward movement;
Sometimes, the reverse will do.

Striving daily for progress,
Learning a paradox too --
That it's not always forward movement;
Sometimes, the reverse will do.

That progress may take the form
Of slowing down the pace.
It's the admittance of a wrong turn,
Of having steps to retrace.

It's in pausing to find my bearing,
At the risk of seeming slack.
It's in opting against some shortcut,
For a rather less-travelled track.

It's not always how far and away,
I am at a given instance.
It's a lot more about the direction
Than it is the covered distance.

Each day is a chance for progress.
Lord, I want the forward kind.
Help me, too, to know where to let go,
And what to leave behind.
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Unbidden
- Published: May 29, 2023
Poem On Choosing Your Attitude And Taking Charge Of Thoughts

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I can't prevent attitudes
from knocking upon my door,
but I decide which to let in
and which ones to ignore.

I can't prevent attitudes
from knocking upon my door,
but I decide which to let in
and which ones to ignore.
Can't halt the passing thoughts
that cross over my lane,
but I decide which to resist
and which to entertain.
Though situations come or intrude,
unbidden into my day,
it's still my house and race to run,
I will always have a say.
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Abimbola T. Alabi
2 years ago

This is a wonderful poem. I had to read the other ones you've written, Ms. Sylvia, and they are all beautiful. I, too, enjoy walking in the woods and also really share your concern about the environment, perhaps because of my Urban Planning background. I appreciate how simply you pass such profound messages across in your poems. You're an amazing poet. Thank you for sharing your works.

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Abimbola T. Alabi
2 years ago

The poem is really relaxing. I smiled as I read; it's just like riding a swing. Simple things like this make life beautiful. And the garden green, the roof so brown, the air so blue.... it's a cute nature poem as well. A delightful read.

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Abimbola T. Alabi
3 years ago

Could the poet have foreseen a future where kids wouldn't even cluster around TVs anymore but appear detached, more alone with their phones? We've come a long way. The poem is funny, but rings with the truth. I grew fond of reading while I was young, thanks to my parents' awesome collections and it has become a part of me. Like a writer once said in a Reader's Digest article back in 2000, "the greatest avenue to learning - to wisdom, adventure, pleasure, insight, to understanding human nature, understanding ourselves and our world and our place in it - is in reading books." The reading culture may no longer be what it once was, but parents can still keep good books at home for their kids like Dahl said. Pleasure reading is fun and really worthwhile. This is a classic, fantastic poem.

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