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
written 17th Sept 2013
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, unrepairable
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...
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
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!
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.
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.
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