The last few days have been tough
with the weight of life getting heavy
and hearing that the world lost one of the
most special and kindest entertainers to ever
live, she gave so much of herself, her wealth,
her words, and her heart throughout her life
You will be missed, Dolly Parton!
You left the world a better place than you found it,
you touched more lives than you could count,
you gave the world your beautiful words and
you gave ME the desire to be a better person,
AFTER my cup of Ambition, that is!
never a quitter ,
the boundlessness ballerina
is spunky and trusting
with mercurial will .
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 10–16, 2026)
They’ve built bridges
wanting to cross them
to conquer the other side
where the grass is greener.
They want what they can’t see
and will go to great lengths
to lay claim to the other side
where the sky is ever bluer.
Men’s dreams entice them
to reach out to distant shores
convinced what lies beyond
is infallibly better.
AP: 2nd place 2026
I awoke and wiped moon dust from my eyes.
Kissed an ancient tabby cat in the morning light.
The sun found the slats in between his lives.
Nine A.M I gathered just enough ambition.
To peel an orange and crack an egg.
Went outside to water withering pansy faces.
They whispered to me that I was very late.
It hadn't rained for 9 1/2 days.
When I was young, they spoke of another ice age.
Now they say the planets are quickly burning away.
Who are "the they" anyway?
I stared into the mailbox's mouth.
It's going to be a fine day. No bills popped out.
I waved to the gray-faced neighbor.
He arthritically waved back.
He's got one foot in the grave.
I'm amused by his smiling butt crack.
I went back inside just before I burned.
Rid the house of egg bits and cat turds.
Tabby tap-danced around my grey turkey legs.
It was about time for an old man's nap.
Dreaming of tabby cats, nuclear annihilation
and a red-haired siren that never came back.
Elena wore a mourning veil of
lace,
To hide the smirk upon her
painted face.
Her husband, Julian,
vanished in the night,
Escaping debts and fading
from her sight.
She'd forged the letters,
framed a grand goodbye,
And told the town a cold and
clever lie.
Now Arthur, Julian's father,
held her hand,
The wealthiest landlord in the
valley's land.
He sought a partner for his
vast estate,
Within a month, the legal
scrolls were signed,
A pact of power, cunningly
entwined.
She held his arm, inheriting
the throne,
The grand estate was finally
her own.
But as she reached to claim
The iron key,
She saw a coldness in his
legacy.
Arthur smiled grimly,
opening the door,
To reveal the truth he'd held
in store.
He'd found the forgeries
she'd tried to hide,
And cast the deceitful bride
aside.
I was not born to walk the line,
I was born to redraw the map.
Where others waited for the light,
I learned to shine in the dark.
They said the road was already made,
I chose the forest instead.
They followed footprints in the sand,
I followed the voice in my head.
The world may not remember the crowd,
It remembers the ones who dared.
Not the one who feared the fall,
But the one who learned to fly.
So build your road where none exists,
Write your name across the sky.
The future belongs to those
Who dare to create, not imitate.
With the wakened desire eerie, to be something,
It overgrows soon to be and have all-- everything;
The inner drive mounts a crazy tipsy horse clever,
Closes not on the unjust chase nor the goal ever
But for sure gets into too complex a confusion
That cannot find the fruition,lost in the delusion
A look back: and there is a huge, vast ruffled lot
Delinking time,space and the intent with each trot
Gone away are those that breathed full and wild,
Strong and firm against mind's all prompts mild,
With the darting strides sprinted with the gallop:
Somewhere in the dark corner of hope,all call up
Fostered,it grows fast ,certain only to disorder,
Distort the well cherished mettle yond the border;
The self overgrows toa monster,senseless of all:
The good and the noble,distant kith or kin, or pal;
One might loudly recall those tall conquests futile
And the great falls to the nadir in a bit short while
Hope empowers our ambition
A steady light directing our drives and vision
A high-octane fuel for our resilient emotion
To fulfill every goal with self-motivation.
Ambition with hope propels our action
As we go through life’s road, we’ve direction
Hope brings faith and firm conviction
That efforts are rewarded with great satisfaction.
Set our highest goal then without restriction
Fulfill it with love, empathy and cooperation
Hope doesn’t come in the light for selfish ambition
Success comes from others too, Dear. Pay attention!
With our strong bond formed, a mutual connection
Like balloon of hope tied to a string of goal, no depletion
Ambition followed along on a right trail and mission
New dawn will rise for our achievement, completion!
While we’re on our journey to our goal through education
Lift our flailing hope-balloon on string-goal for reflection
Be a paradigm to others with humble devotion
For brighter future of all at present to next generation.
Hold your head high never forgetting your ambitions to excess.
Offer yourself time to muster courage for each goal without distress.
Praise yourself, don't wait for others, do it with finesse.
Engulf yourself in the knowledge, that you will fly through it, to success.
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Ask yourself if I you're ready to do your best, don't settle for less.
Make sure you continue when your answer is YES.
Be resourceful to achieve each goal ahead of time to impress.
Instill a pride in yourself that you find you can live by, without stress.
Tell yourself you can, all you need is the ability that you possess.
If the wind doesn't fill your sails start rowing to progress.
0ver deliver on any task, after a lower promise you address.
New challenges should be attacked with determination and prowess.
Triumphant to mature with growth-delight
Let’s pursue against selfish nature-blight…
Vanquishing greed midst arrogant culture’s height
Let’s care and share as we feature kindness’ sprite…
Steadfast upon truth-posture midst mercy-filled light
Let’s show compassionate gesture along sharing flight…
While basking in well-being’s nurture against ailment fright
Let’s smite frustration’s torture by engaging in meaningful fight…
Enjoying good lecture about nutritious bite
Let’s feast on diet’s riches that picture triumphant sight…
Keeping on along faith’s venture of prayerful might
Let’s glow with love-brightened stature day and night…
HopefuI for transformation with renewed vesture to do right
Let’s thank God*, our life’s Source, being His divine creature, heavenly bright.
* In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
July 1, 2026
1st place, "Ambition Or Hope" Monorhyme Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Sotto Poet; judged on 7/15/2026.
A freedom whisper was perched in my ear
and spiritual pieces did steadfast adhere
when I entered the earth’s global sphere.
As a child, I knew God was in all people’s ‘here.’
I never doubted the spirit vibes especially near
nudging me to seek truths as a mission most dear.
Compelled by an authenticity steer,
individuality and faith became my gear
to wear through each emotional frontier
where I held both joy and sadness sincere.
God’s truth as my ambition held clear.
I learned from burns we have naught to fear
as thickness in darkness brings light most sheer.
Above and beyond to lovingly revere,
God also serves as an approachable peer;
all we feel and think, God ever wants to hear.
Many forces taint spirit, they spear and smear
but prayerful desire enables truth to appear
that one day all his children may joyfully cheer.
Stay hopeful , optimist : Continuous.
Ignore indolence , be active, serious.
‘Forget frustration. Obtain options.’: Various
‘Have confidence on yourself.’ Be ambitious.
Explore world, being inquisitive, curious.
Zeal, enthusiasm should act spontaneous.
Follow Truth and Honesty being courageous.
Moral efforts can never run superfluous.
‘Devotion, diligence bring success.’: Marvelous !
‘Taste of descent disciplined life’: Delicious !
On journey of life, be precise, righteous.
Life is wonderful. Make it hopeful, glorious.
Amethyst prayers have been said for you
Miracles appear to smooth your path
Blessings fall from skies so blue
Inspired to live love and laugh
Turquoise tears flow from happy hopes
Inherited prayers still cover your soul
Only you can activate and grow
Never losing sight of your goal
If I crash-out of this med-school thing, I hope it’s a gentle spiral.
Upon a trembling wire I make my stand,
a Flying Wallenda, knowing no other life.
A deep and quiet moonlight, well flatters the mind's labour.
So scholars' efforts are commonly crowned in sleepless industry.
Coincidentally, those same treacherous moonbeams
dubble-dip as lover's ambiance.
Those that study flesh, may find their own poorly mastered,
as it conspires - in want - and distracts with fancies ill-timed
- as if desires were somehow exam-unaware.
Ambition ties me, with strings, to ever-urgent examinations,
while desire, that merry thief, giddily unlaces me.
Between love and ambition, I dance a careful step,
half-architect and half-willing fool.
Should I fall - as other highwire walkers have,
let it be said that I fell with blushing grace
- not by neglect, or overzealous reach,
but by the tragedy of earnest and impatient love.
Exams start in 2 hours. It’s hell week. Wish me luck!
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A song for this:
Tiger, my friend by psapp
reach high
touch sky
be best
no rest!
bold chase
first place
hard fight
clear sight
big dream
bright beam
fast time
up climb
strong heart
quick start
great name
high aim
gold peak
truth seek
wide world
flags furled
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