You have to make that decision
If you go right your future will be bright
And you will reach new heights
In your life you will be a great leader
And with all this racism you will be a great healer
You will never be a cheater
You will always be that great dreamer
And in your self you will be a believer
Eventually you will be a great achiever
If you decide to go left
You will always be tested
Your life everyday will be some how affected
You may be the one that is always suspected
For some reason you may not be felt connected
And you will always will feel neglected
You realize you took the wrong direction
And now you change your mind and pick the right selection
It may take along time
To make that climb
And to stop all the bad crimes
Your heart says you can do it
If you just try to commit
Appa, your hands covered in hard work,
Even when life feels of murk.
His love of us is infinite even when life get tough,
Working evey day, giving us enough.
A man, who was once a boy of war,
He faced what his country outside the door.
Me and my brothers see him as a saviour,
Guiding with strength and good behaviour.
Even when the world seemed blind,
His care was always right behind.
Through every storm and every scare,
I know he’s always there to share.
My Appa gives my heart a piece of peace,
A love that makes all troubles cease.
With the heart of a brave tiger,
He lifts me up, a guiding rider.
Strong and brave like Muruga,
His life unfolds like an epic saga.
With courage like Shiva, my guide and achiever,
My Appa stands strong, a true believer.
My Appa, my guide, my strength and light,
Like a raja, he stands brave in every fight.
Through every storm, my Appa leads the way,
His love and care never go astray.
Bullied in School
People thought of me being a fool
My name called out not being my name
Tears often fell
Felt like a loser
Because of being labelled
My life had fear
Growing up I didn’t want anybody near
Life wasn’t easy
As life went on, I began to look at myself as a “Doer and Achiever”
Believing more into myself
Still get the criticism
Let the haters be haters
Every negative alpha letter and sentence made me stronger and stronger being better than before
Confidence for sure
Negativity I just ignore
There is no stopping me
Haters now see
I am the sun bringing warmth
Footsteps track where I am fulfilling
Today, Tomorrow and everlasting is my time to shine.
"I am great. I'm an elephant in strength.
I'm a lion, tiger, bear, and beaver.
I can measure things by their breadth and length.
Am I not the globe's greatest achiever?"
Thus, the ruler said and proclaimed a war.
Things turned into a hustle and bustle.
Terror and tension lurked in each one's core.
Nature, with an anguish, seemed to rustle.
Artillery and anti-tank missiles
With naval and air-based weaponry clashed.
Amidst thunderous blasts, roars, and whistles
Unquenched egos, into shells, crashed.
Blood, from the wounds of the soldiers, bubbled.
Deaths and decays of the humans doubled.
Hefty lefty lever trademark arc
Bazball achiever didn't embark
Whooping hooping looping shark
Hark that howling hallmark bark
Whizzing tizzing fizzing spark
Disembark batters off the park
Stoking smoking poking lark
Scary lairy fairy benchmark
Another sarky snark remark
In-jagger ragger dagger stark
Mighty Blighty's lights gone dark
Stagger..swagger malarkey of STARC!
Some people shine like the sun
They glow straight into your heart
They are like afternoon as I thought
They are warm, golden and full of love
They make you inspire and perspire
They make you a goal oriented person
An achiever close to your dreams
You really can strike a metal while its hot.
ROBERT SHERRIFF - AUSTRALIAN - POET -AUTHOR - SINGER - ACTOR - AMERICAN HISTORIAN – PHOTOGRAPHER
Field of Dreams
To be an achiever, you have to want it. It is your choice to be a leader or a follower. Grasp it, taste it, want it, and grab it with both hands. Remember, nothing is free. Then say to yourself, "I will never walk away from a challenge."
RLS 4/10/2024
Belated achiever’s life’s sad:
The Joneses have their cars,
Philips own their regular pay
And Alexes are with the stars.
You shed a tear in the day,
And brave such sundry fights
As the Bensons placidly snore
Away their magnificent nights.
Divine clemency that tarries yet
Is your lingering wobbling hope;
And fickle kith and kin do hate
Belated achiever for his penury.
So it’s all sad woe upon sad woe
As blood and friendship turn foe.
The way I see it, everyone is either an achiever or they’re not. There's no spectrum at all to this. Every single person in the world has different degrees, levels, and desires of what they want to achieve in the world and in their life. Some people want to achieve few things, some people want to achieve many things. Some people want to achieve small for the sake of simplicity in life, some people want to achieve high for the sake of success in life. Also, the true form of success in life is happiness. Moreover, nobody can always get what they want. Everybody is too different to the point that forming a general guideline as to what is worth and not worth achieving in life is completely and utterly impossible.
Don't say,
Just run on the way.
Pick up the speed,
Find out the ray.
Believe in you,
You are achiever.
See around,
You are succeeder.
Pick up the arrow,
Hit the aim.
Wait for a while,
Win the game.
It’s Sure not Miss Daisy
Drivin’
Ivan
The Over-Achiever
Be more
Igor
Big Eater Guy
Piggy
Iggy
The Straw Man
Flaxen
Jackson
Street Smart
Joseph
Knows stuff
Serial killer?
Gory
Jory
Would Love to hear from One
Call a
Jonah
The Extra Cautious
Wary
Jerry
So Burdened
Laden
Jayden
Get Him Deoderant
Smelly
Kelly
Being Cloned Thrice
Tripling
Kipling
This Guy Will Do
Any
Kenny
Who Needs To Weight Lift?
Scrawny
Lonny
Who DOES weigh lift?
Brawyn
Johnny
Halloween Lover
Scary
Larry
He’s got Tons of Them
Logan’s
Slogans
The Substitute
Stand-in
Landen
You’ve Got To
See my
Levi
So gross
Lucus
Mucus
More than Enough
Plenty
Lenny
Below Zero
Minus
linus
In home room that morning
I found the folded letter on my desk
informing me of my election
to the National Honor Society
Quite a thing for the 11th grade,
I later found. Perhaps even
more for a stumbling over-achiever
on some redemption road.
There had been earlier letter...
one sent home in Junior High by a man
named Yonkee, who wrote my mother
of an academic malaise in my DNA
that was most certain to inform my future.
I remember her pleading face as she read
me his verdict. And so, that 11th grade afternoon
I stopped for the mail on my way from the bus,
subtly stuffing my honorarium in the stack
That second letter is still in my desk somewhere
filed away in a folder labeled True Best Day.
Mary Jane passed some eighteen months
after my delivery, and that vanished
world now seems so remotely mine,
but her faith is summoned, sometimes,
these later days when Yonkees of the world
--see right through me--
She is confident, she is unsure.
Suspicious, trusting, aware, unaware,
a chameleon without trying
depending on the circumstances, and the company
She is an achiever, a procrastinator
She is a neatnik, a messer,
She is a beatnik, a conservative
She is woman after all.
Age Is More Than A Number
Miracle Man
6/16/2023
Dark clouds,
often enshroud any thoughts
I might direct toward tomorrow.
I’ve always been an achiever,
but have shaken hands with defeat.
Now my aspirations have been devoured by time.
I could always do it all
until suddenly I can do little.
My past is an unforgiving file,
Which leaves me only those brief moments,
Called now.
Forgive me LORD when I Whine,
Forgive me LORD when I whine.
The Fence
Twenty panels of wooden fence
Three pots of paint and she commenced
Stroked up and scrubbing down
Changed the bare wood into a brown
All alone she toiled on and on
The sun came up and went down
Nothing prevented her liquid stain
Up and down again and again
She came to the tricky door
Zigzag joins, hinges, drips on the floor
Brushes bristles full of beige
She painted on, in silent crusade
His mother, is my wife
A natural achiever all her life
On she went just like a train
Painted each knot with the deepest stain.
Looking back, a satisfied grin
The fence painted by the third tin
I watched in awe, this one-day stand
Washed her brushes cleaned her hands
David Cox 29/05/23
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