A farmer is in a village .
24 , years , is his age .
He cultivates under rays .
One day , he meets with a sage .
Then , he says ,
‘ you will be the world famous , in future days ! ‘
Then the farmer becomes surprise !
‘ How is it possible ?
Is it true ? ‘
He thinks too and too……………
Next night , the stars rise .
An old man comes in his farmhouse .
He is too fible !
He gifts to the farmer , a white mouse .
And says , ‘ it is too lucky , really , truely !
Keep it carefully ! ‘
Then he becomes dead .
Then the mouse touches his head .
Why ? the farmer does not know it .
Later , one dawn ,
It is a spring morn ;
The farmer cultivates on his field ……….
He gets from the field ,
A big box , made by gold ;
Too old !
He picks it up , then ;
He breaks it’s lock , then ;
He sees that , in it , here is 3 manuscripts of 3 books ;
The farmer does not know reading ;
So nothing understands ;
Only he looks and looks ………………
Yes , then all are in his hands ;
Later , he reaches in that cortage ,
Where meditates , the old sage ;
Then the farmer shows the papers to the sage ;
And then , the sage is reading and reading…………………
Oh ! the old medical discoveries !
Yes , the medicines of the cancer ;
In 3 manuscripts , here are 3 names of medicines of the cancer .
And also all about , in details……………
He becomes surprise !
Then , he tells ,
To the newspapers ;
All read the all papers……….
Yes , the new stars then arise ;
No death ;
Oh ! then the forcast of the sage , becomes true ;
Oh ! the old faith !
Yes , then the farmer becomes the world famous man !
The whole world , then , becmes his fan ;
All say , ‘ I love you !
Too ……...too ………too ………………………………….’
Then that white lucky mouse says ,
‘ I stay in the cortage of the sage ; ‘
Then the farmer says ,
‘ why ? no ! you stay with me ! dear ! ’
Then the sage says ,
Hey ! from today , we all stay together ; too …… too near ! ‘
From that day , they all stay in a very big , new , palace ;
Yes , yes , yes ,
With bless …………………………………
With success …………………………………………………
Copyright © ANJALI DENANDEE | Year Posted 2016
With a piggyback of hopes and dreams, I set forth to reach a peak.
Along bed of roses, rocks and tall sharp weeds, I harvested golden grains of progress. The days and nights rang a wake-up kiss on my head. They told me: "Move on, move on...Don't ever give up..."
There are rainy days on the way. A rain shower teased my climb halting me for awhile. Some so strong, I faltered - gained some wounds. Some directly stabbed my heart. And somehow, sometimes they even knocked my very soul. Although tough thunder tremors shook me, I fought hard to stand still continuing my climb.
Each height I step onto, I came to know moon and stars. Some of them began a war with me. Some of them a veil of fraud. But blessing, most have shed a continuing guiding light. Some hugged me. And wanted me to stay but some pushed and pressured me until I am all like a dripping sponge.
The potpourri situations brought me: a ladder closer to our God. His faithfulness and unfailing love a durable adhesive to my persistence and dreams.
A rainbow after each rain drew a promise of sun-kissed days. They melted the cold lonely years away. They permitted me a walk and run to heavenly meadows. Finally, I reached the pinnacle where grins a forever familiar tale.
(c) Olive Eloisa
October 01. 2012
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Fraser | Year Posted 2014
How much of bitterness is truth we cannot swallow.
The acridity of words held idle for too long, fermenting
in the cauldron of conceit, the spoils of victory flaunted
in feigned servility. What scales measure life against
life, gain against greater gain, success against success?
Can we not savor the sweetness of another’s gifts
without coveting them, bathing them in our envy,
sullying them with our rancor? Could we not applaud
the valor and perseverance of the triumphant, revel
in a rivalry well played, tip our equally soiled cap,
nod in an appreciation of a job well done?
Must the fist of failure pummel all who do not win,
remove the joy of competition’s camaraderie,
negate the lessons learned, the hours shared,
diminish the successes in setting and
eclipsing goals and gains. Does not the acrid stench
of final gun fade, slowly drifting on a passing breeze?
Why must the truth hold bitter still, unable to accept
the success in every failure and the failure in
John G. Lawless
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2015
I CAN'T BE PERFECT..............
with what thought we start our
life and what it shows,
where is our destination and
where it goes.....
when all dreams kneel downs in
front of life's twist,
we can't judge our faith for
The latent truth of my life is
that I can't be prefect,
i will end in silence that's the
achievements will laugh
standing far from my reach,
failure will bite my passion like
i can't be perfect, i m sure;
in front of others, my talent will
always remain poor.
they are running in the race
track to hold their future,
forgetting the pleasure to be the
king of all creature...
my life only promise me to
enjoy the best present,
it never believes in future or
it only knows it can't be perfect,
it will end in silence that's the
Copyright © Dipankar Chakraborty | Year Posted 2013
So packed and full is the train
a lot die trying
to taste of its final gain.
This journey so full of pain
as it seems
all that Life can offer is a cane
treating its bunch of victims with disdain.
But don't give it all up
and go off the lane
to this cause stay true and sane.
In Life priorities, make it the main
provided it is clean and plain.
Cos finally, it won't be in vain.
Just be patient on the rain
when its out pour comes
your rewards shall build up
like the empire in Spain.
Accepting the newly found guardian
whom unto you it begets
after near-surviving years of neglect.
Now, your pain it will recompense
and deservedly account for every drop of your sweat!
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014
When it comes to love, I AM poisonous
don't let me curse another, leave me loveless
For the first time in my life, I felt your pain and cried for your heart
my heart finally hurts, knowing I passed this pain from the start
Please find help to set your heart free
trust me, it's not a life you recover from easily
Damaged goods I told you, repairable
but some how, you managed the impossible
Unlovable for my entire life
yet you had no problem, getting me to become your wife
Yes, it's been more than both of us should have ever had to bear
at this moment, every cell in my body is overwhelmed, so I really do care
Please don't enter my life's pain and despair
you don't deserve it, you are so patient and filled with such love
I'm sorry I let myself fall in love knowing it would poison you
soul mates forever and eternity, my love belongs only to you...
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
Vegas be Damned!
Vegas took him off the board at 80.
As the cards were dealt each day, passersby
would swear the deck was stacked –
against him. Fate had, for some reason,
chosen him to constantly be in the line
that closed for lunch, watching the bus
he just missed - leave. Youth, street kid,
pin setter in a bowling alley, living at the
kindness of friends parents, eating as the
opportunity presented. 17, enlisted,
good duty, three hots and a cot. Re-enlisted,
war, Korea, PTSD (before it was PTSD).
Discharged, returned to the streets of
his youth – no longer a youth. The drink,
elixir of the damned, damnation of the
scarred, comforter of the comfortless.
Arrests and jail time, flop houses, back
to the streets. Early in his forties, fate’s
dealer broke open a new deck. A chance
meeting, a choice, an unsteady walk,
a door, into a new life. Get well jobs,
dishwasher, grave digger, volunteer.
A 75 dollar car, an apartment of his
own, friends, and fellowship. Another
better job, 30 years later, retirement
at age 75. A birthday party shared with
friends - many half his age of 84. He
still walks the streets of his youth
proudly, thinks of those who, unlike him,
were not as fortunate. Those who succumbed
to the rigors of life, and death, the unseen
wounds that never healed, the hopelessness
of a stacked deck. He laughs a lot, has a
bit of a skip in his step, a wry smile on his
face, an MBTA Charlie Card in his wallet,
and a plan to be a part of this day.
Vegas be damned!
John G. Lawless
for Gautami Phookan – Sketch a Character – Poetry Contest
Copyright © John lawless | Year Posted 2014
The sun up in the air for free and this leads us to success? exactly!!
So it is all in our life, if we want to achieve success we will have to fight for it with
appropriate knowledge and to conquer a position.
With money, we can buy a lots of things but knowledge and intelligence is not for sale, it
is for everyone to learn.
And we need to make every effort to gain knowledge and possess it because “Success
will not happen overnight”
But that take time and patience with a lot of learning material to be learned and it will
not always be easy, because not everyone has the same predisposition for something.
Also with a business transaction or to start a company, we must first explore about it so
that everything can be organized to have a better chance of success later.
This requires a huge effort , when we have enough knowledge to lead through the legal
rules and take action so that there will be no problems afterwards as everything runs
smoothly without suffering when an officer sworn by legal come to us.
So it also with success in sports to deliver performance we most change from a normal
life to a strong diet for our bodies and prepare to perform entirely.
That’s not always fun and there is joy in a victory but a disappointment by loss after,
because there are many obstacles and hurdles involved.
Successes are not for everyone and not constantly, there are some underperforming
moments by loss which give us psychological pressure and this has a major impact on
our life and can be seen as a significant obstacle.
Also the urge to show the achieving of success to many fans and intrusive media who
thrives on criticizing.
It is not an easy task to deliver first successes in life today without being confronted by
many obstacles and hurdles .
But that does not mean by every success or victory we celebrated with a triumphant joy
and pride which give us a glorious existence in life
I wish you a healthy life.
Author Jan Jansen
Copyright © Jan Jansen | Year Posted 2013
Take off the mask and be yourself:
Be honest; be true and strong.
Stop trying so hard to fit in a crowd where you really don't belong.
Don't side-step your calling
To HIM, you should only remain true
Don't push HIM aside because you need HIM as Guide in all that you think, say
He is the only One who does possess the Power to the success you are looking
So take off the mask; simply be yourself; accept His plans for you.
Rekindle His Love through repentance, prayer and faith within your heart-
And true success will scoop you up and elevate you high;
And wealth will be yours unendlessly with love; with peace you can not deny.
Copyright © Martha Malloy | Year Posted 2008
You have the gene in you
and the potential is indeed luminous
but you want to roar
while still a mere cub.
Wait and pass through the test
cos if it's not a Lion
it can never be a Lion.
Being a part of the family isn't enough
being mentioned in the roll-call isn't final
if this makes you satisfied
then you are simply an added number
and a completer of the table
like the inert gas, neon.
You need not be a relative
to achieve in magnitude
the successes of Celine Dion.
But effective networks and good friends
are the only way
or else your hard work
will reap no rewards in eon.
But take note of your cliques
and peel from afar before coming close
or else your sight
will be bitten by the onion.
Dining with loud mouths
toiling with scoffers
and having a fool as your companion
are worse than sleeping with a red hot Iron.
Cling unto the tree of these lines
and chew from their sour produce
then shall you be a champion
and the mighty ruler of Zion.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014
Awaits me, slowly
Is it, when my gray hairs would judge me with curses?
Is it, when my offspring’s would pay no homage?
Or it is, when our folks, would turn their backs into frustration?
Let not success come through those doors
No! Not at all
You’ve shined on the elite; like those in America, Europe, and Asia.
What about Africa, and what about me?
Don’t be static, move!
You’ve got to go on and on
Don’t be bias, be selfless
Go round about.
Copyright © JAMES B. MORRIS JR | Year Posted 2013