Even in this gated community.
you may encountered an enclaved slum---
a chosen, defiant lifestyle
of those who prefer the divisive revile;
each of them a spiritual bum.
Do not allow their curses to beguile
your soul's gracegiven equanimity;
do not reply "in kind,"
nor stoop to some words uncouth and unrefined.
Do not betray the expectations of courtesy.
Starward
we always have our feet
In many a places of England, there are fine neighbourhoods – filled with many a fine people.
But many of those fine neighbourhoods, are often delineated by a single street… and on the other side of that street – there is chaos, belligerence, and ruffians of every sort.
Fifty meters can be the difference, between Night & Day… and two entirely different worlds. It is a truly strange phenomena.
They key, that I have always found of utmost importance, is to remember that we are all brothers.
Some, just grew-up on the wrong side of the street.
And I am more than happy to be a Samaritan, wherever God’s Spirit may lead me. Because in the end, we are all God’s children… and we must all love one another.
And where kindness falls on deaf ears, I always have my feet.
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Reminds me of Onslow's neck
Reminds me of Onslow's neck of the woods in comparison to lady Hyacinth 'Bouquet's' residence. Richard Bucket's rolling eyes says it all!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
and don't forget the Ford that stole the show
Onslow’s Cortina that fired-off like a cannon – such good fun.
Those were the classics!
Not to be forgotten! Those were the classics!
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you. Your comment is
Thank you. Your comment is an excellent testimony is in, I gladly admit, far better than the poem on which you have commented. The poem was also flawed due to the unintentional omission of one line, for which I apologize, and I have restored the line.
J-Called