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Open Hands

It's the second triolet I've written, a form I first came across and learned through the work Ann Stevenson. Thanks for reading.
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- Posted on 08/18/24
in Short Poems

I won't clasp my hands on all I can get,
I open them, Lord, for what you choose to give.
To receive Your gifts brings no regret,
I won't clasp my hands on all I can get,

I won't clasp my hands on all I can get,
I open them, Lord, for what you choose to give.
To receive Your gifts brings no regret,
I won't clasp my hands on all I can get,
To grab and grasp and to covet,
Is one restless and futile way to live.
I won't clasp my hands on all I can get,
I open them, Lord, for what you choose to give.
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Offers

It's more like a credo, 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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I've only just found this poem of yours - I like it very much. I must look out for more of your work. Very best wishes, Ann.

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I love kids, and this poem really captures their innocence and "no worries" philosophy. Nice poem and a good read. Good job.

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About Abimbola T. Alabi

Poems by Abimbola T. Alabi

Open Hands

It's the second triolet I've written, a form I first came across and learned through the work Ann Stevenson. Thanks for reading.

Offers

It's more like a credo, something I tend to see in those that I really admire and seem to share with those closest to me. Thank you for reading.

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.

Minute By Minute

In Progress

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