Aspirations Poems

Championship Aspirations Rhapsody Inspiro

Appassionato Memo



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Pending approval
due to completive pestering
we recognize the following conditions to make
it easier for the fans of the sport to follow.
"Professional Guildiing " has been adopted as a term
to ensure combatants meeting a certain criteria
 can be recognized
not as champions but as worthy contenders.
This medal can be worn by the contender to
brag throughout the

Crumbs

I am a sifter
So I can be objective
Regarding the sincerity of my smile
About why I laugh
About whom I assign
The key that renders my being whole

I am a sifter
So I can be intentional
Regarding the weight of my words
About when I speak
About whom I honor
With the deepest secrets of my soul

I am a sifter
So I can be

Starlit reverie

A crystal skyline in the azure air,
Where wishes dance and spirits dare.
I stretch my hands toward stars that gleam,
Yet find my hopes are but a dream.
A radiant glow, a whispered sigh,
That shimmering pie in the sky.

All rising but Self

                                          Oceans are rising,
          

Aspirations

                
                Aspirations are a self revealing Impress, 
                

A Choice

What twisted pleasure do you derive
From crushing others’ precious dreams?
Why would you feel so much more alive
Only if you hear a dream’s dying screams?
Find your own aspiration, your own goal.
Rejoice in the gift of talent granted to others.
With the punches and kicks of life simply roll;
Don’t be the one who their hope smothers.
Rise above your

Chapter 10 -- Damian Hakim: Graduation and Teenage Aspirations

Merrily Merrily cold January 2018
Damian wakes up late Saturday morning 
There was hardly a warning and 
She danced her way over to Damian's 
Bed. Hey lover, how's life?" 10 am.
He pulled her onto his lap, 
saying, "it's sooo much better now that 
you're here." He spoke Cautiously then
"We have to be careful or we'll be

Early Aspirations

 The poet was young, just born -
her innocent words, forlorn.
Still, she was as euphoric as a pig in mud -
rolling around the sweet corn.

Her wit was swill, but she drilled.
Dictionary at her fingertips, she thrilled.
Playing, like a piglet with fodder,
one day, with practice, her verse killed.

2/10/2023

Great Aspirations

When the time arrives to perspire

      first suspire ~ then aspire to inspire

Aspirations of My Soul

My soul is encaged within ribbed walls
Bound by body as if shackled and tethered.
What would it wish if one could be granted?
To be freed from my mind, from my body depart?
No, that's not what I believe with all my heart.

Does it feel the intensity of my physical pain, 
or wounds that left scars on my

My Poetic Aspirations That Came Good

As I have been recently looking back
all these years I've been writing
it's filled my heart with such joy
made my life with such lighting

I have always loved a pen
in fact, everywhere I go, I buy one
especially love a uni-ball eye
Its ink just flows getting words done

Rhyme is my favourite poetry
having been inspired so much
bringing out from

Poetic Aspirations

I have penned that I write for the pleasure,
Not the wealth or the fame I might possibly gain,
But in hopes that when somebody reads me,
He'll enjoy and remember my name.
And I may get you yet, "Poet Laureate",
I'll have all the requirements, I'm sure:
I'll have lived;
I'll have loved;
Suffered pain and remorse;
And that one other thing, now,

Aspirations and Actions

When we're young
Full of aspirations
Full of time 
Full of ability
But actions delayed
Like most of the politicians
When we're old
Too little aspirations
Too little actions
Because too little time 
Too little ability
Like the common people
But aspirations and actions 
Are parts of a bond
Or a pair of lovers 
That can't be separated
As politicians and people 
Are closely related and dependant
Politicians

We Had No Aspirations Now

I am like an oak, she had often told us.
I will never bend to anyone’s will, especially not his.
He was her captor, so she decided to bend.
Like a willow, to survive.
By the time she was finished
she was a dandelion, and all of her determined pieces had blown away.
What was left standing was not powerful enough

Aspirations

The poet’s
Picture lyrics
Slip from the tongue
To pen,
Greening the soul
And feeding the
Fledgling efforts
Of the muse.

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