optimism lures me in every time
positivity feeds me
love enthusiasm
sweet aroma of orange tea brought the fuzzy worm in from the cold
“would you like a bit of chocolate cake?” this inquiry never gets old
she has to put on reading glasses, to see the words in the book
the story is about Peter Pan, Wendy, and her favorite, Captain Hook
She settles down in a gold recliner, forming her own cozy restful nook
To express through words,you
dance with poetry
You strike a chord and you sing
With a low, soft voice
a gentle humming sound that drifts into the clouds
You sing a love a song for your beloved
Sing,sing for your beloved
Just like a bird platmying melodies
The rhythm, the rhythm of the song
As a sweet,the beautiful melody
Wake up
You soothe your voice like a bird
That chirps
You play a beautiful melody
Starting a song all of a sudden
dancing to songs of joy and celebration
A short time filled with happiness
Humming always with pure joys
A song to put a body to sleep
As a sweet,beautiful melody
Wakes up
actresses reinvent themselves like chameleons
reimagining keeps our options and avenues open
trust your instincts, listen to your soul voice
inventors become writers, dancers, choreographers
striving toward newness keeps us alive
theater folks love being dramatic
imagining and building keeps you fresh
creative thinking uplifts the artist
Little Lolita was a feminine sweet-tempered girl
frilly and lacy with a large forehead curl
heels she wore were nineteen inches too high
her hair is piled up, to reach stars in the sky
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
Little Lolita, as intelligent and bright as the stars
descended from a long line of Russian Czars
an urban beauty who was born in New York City
avid conversationalist whose gossip is exceedingly witty
(chorus)
Lithe light Lolia showing her ilk
sashaying daily in lace, satin and silk
causing men to go incredibly dumbfounded and wild
pretending to be innocent like a six-year-old child
We want the best for our heroine, she makes us smile
I sing her praises as I clean out my pig’s awful stile
Dilbert the donkey was thrilled with his new friend Mr. Slip
They were inseparable from the beginning of this relationship.
Running toward each other to bray and bark, bark and bray.
Frolicking in the meadow, we heard their joy a mile away.
Unlikely friends? Not if you knew these enthusiastic two.
So thrilled with each other, they barely knew what to do.
They visit each other all day and sometimes sleep together too.
Dilbert the donkey and Mr. Slip, as thick as Elmer’s strongest glue.
teenager in training
wanting his own way
exceedingly dramatic
lazy and sluggish during the day
vibrant at night, playing video games
excited about peers and friends
many missives and manuscripts move mercilessly slowly
numerous notions normalize never-thought-of concepts
opulent oversights occur occasionally
precise practices promote practical progress
questionable techniques of persuasion? Possibly
chatter
trivial
blah blah blah blah
shes a nonstop talker
rumors
hope
freedom
liberty
trustworthiness
willing openness
vulnerability
nurturing the greater good
cooperating with others
flexibility is a helpmate
positivity opens many avenues
package
Amazon
delivery
a daily occurrence
package
Indisputeable world cricket champions of the west
we are indeed difficult to defeat in every test
The T20 game of sports bring the best players altogether
to compete between eleven players to see who is better
the sound of sixes rocks the stadium when someone makes a hit
alone this will tell you what the spectators love to see bit by bit
every batsman and bowler goes to edge to keep a clean fight
to carry their choice with a passion to succeed and be right
the Caribbean premier league takes place once a year
when teams are drawn in ballots for the gold to compare
In a time of five hours of battle the winner will one decide
by whichever team with highest score takes away the ride
the game of this nature depends on the one with the highest score
which the audience loves to enjoy and to return to look for more
gold and rust landscape frosted breath….
i feel welcome in fields of autumn
We sat through sixth-grade classes, we sat at lunch side by side, Laughing through the hallways, taking life in stride. Then came the quiet day you had to say goodbye, And years went rushing past as time was flying by.
Now high school's finally here, the halls are huge and new, And nothing feels as bright as being back with you. Two freshmen starting over, right where we left off, With every inside joke and every shared-in laugh.
You’ve always been the sweetest, a anchor in the storm, And now a brand-new chapter is starting to take form. With a baby on the way, a little light to guide, I know you'll be amazing with that sweet heart inside.
Just yesterday you handed me a gift I’ll keep in mind, My very first real phone, the best I’d ever find. It’s got a couple scuffs, a little beaten and worn, But to me it is a treasure from the day that it was born.
I’ve never had one of my own to text or scroll or call, And having it from you makes it the greatest thing of all. Through every shift and change, no matter where we roam, Having a friend like Avery always feels like coming home.
Self-Worth- Mythic
My Self-worth is not defined
By my monotony
Nor by the bright elation that
Rises in me.
My emotions shift like
Passing Storms-
But my worth is older than
Weather.
My Self-worth is not defined
By anyone's opinions.
People speak from their own
Shadows,
Their own fractured mirrors
None of them rewrite me.
My Self-worth is not bent by
Perception,
Nor altered by misunderstanding.
It stands like an ancient pillar,
Carved from memory.
My Self-worth is mine-
Innate, steady,
Unshaken by Darkness or
Light.
My Self-worth remains.
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