Photo by Jeremy Bishop on Unsplash Poem by Joshua Hitching Seven Oaks
Seven Pine
Seven Limes
Seven Enemies
Seven Apple Trees
Seven Stir-fries
Seven Eggplants
Oh Please!
You Totally Didn't see that
Seven times Seven is
Seventy times Seven Seven
Seven Seven Seven
A Lucky Charm
Sound the alarm
Hilltop
BattleCries
A war against the spirits
Familiar embrace
Some of us have tried everything
So even the familiar is told to us it is evil
But what if that's the devil saying stay away now
Lose your blessing now
Countdown until Sunrise
Stay apprised
Know this is a word to the wise
Seven Is Sacred
The Seven Dwarves
Personalities upon drawers
Socks for stuffing gifts and candies and neccecitites in
the Mind of the Sick
We're just all counting the level of ick
Until We Truly Act in Love for our future generations
Until we truly care about how we treat the planet to be fair
Seven Lives Is what the Righteous Will always have
Word to the unwise
You can attempt to silence this voice all you want
But I know what I can't and won't
Put up with
Is some bully shoving their weight around, telling me they
"Know"
When all they know and should know is that they know nothing
The Honourable, genuinely say this with sincerity...
Are the ones with true love
Too often, we have to put on the gloves
Get ready for the ugly embrace
Hugging it away is the only way to erase this pain
From even the beautiful's heart
In the words of this poet, do not let anyone...
Walk over you
Seven times the righteous shall fall
But stand very tall
Cuz This Wall called Jericho's
It is about to fall
Cuz Joshua exists in all of us
We are stopping time, not realizing we have lost our traditions
For cheap intuitions
Which may or may not guarantee
Our kind of cup of tea
You see
Seven times, I may fall
Seven times will I get back up
And when I've had enough...
I'll look for good within the bad times and remember...
I carried myself as long as I could
Along this
Golden Road
Of Regrets
Seven Times, I said I wouldn't
Seven Times, I said I couldn't
Seven Times, I said No
Yet I somehow kept on going until this point
You see, I was weighed down by not just the state of the world affairs
My Mom, when I was a boy, stroked my hair
She had words of wisdom and care
"Joshua, Remember these moments to treasure because for all the world's pleasures... you'll always be my little boy. Nothing will ever change that."
Yet life took it's wheels and
Things Changed
But in my heart, I knew and know I was always Loved
Openly, I'll say
My Mom's dedication to God was unwavering, no matter how much trash they talked about her for her slips.
My Father's dedication to God was unwavering. No matter how much he wanted to give up and quit, he found that unwavering spirit within his true British Gritt.
With that, I gotta call this poem quits
Leave a righteous, refreshing spit on the ground
Let the mic drop on the grass
And tell you that, not always is that ass an ass.
Sometimes, we're just broken
Sometimes, we just feel like a trophy token
Seven times I'm going to tell you this poem will end, but heck
I'm going to quit now while I'm ahead
Just let me go to bed
The end :)
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