Best Ambitions Poems
To enchant the eye and tickle the tongue
with levels of nuance like well-aged wine,
to engage the ear and limber the lungs
as sea winds seasoned with fragrance of brine.
To hearten the soul or tear it apart,
to start with a sigh and end with a gasp,
to sharpen the mind and quicken the heart,
to aim one's reach to outdistance the grasp.
To roar like a lion and ever stand fast,
to bring out smiles and mitigate pain,
to tell the legends of histories past,
and teach their mistakes, not do them again.
© May 26, 2015
Man loves friends
Babies have toys as friends
Children have peer groups as friends
Young men like making friends
Friends can become spouses
Entrepreneurs have ambitions and dreams
as friends
Stars are friends of the moon
The splendid glow is the friend of sunset
The shore is the friend of the sea
We are friends of our grandchildren
Pets are man's friends
Only genuineness and sincerity of heart
Showing a true love
Only sincerity and cordiality
Is a sign of friendship
The rule book
Of Society rules
We either live by the rules
Or be ruled unfit:
Toe the line
Walk that fine line
Keep in line
But never cross the line;
Speak up
Speak when spoken to
Speak politely
But never speak out of turn;
Mind your manners
Mind where you look now
Mind your Mama
Oh just never mind;
Look out
Watch out
Just let it play itself out
But never let it out;
Come when called
Come along now
Come here
Just never come alone.
But sometimes
The line between formal
And informal
Ambition
Blurs
And I come
Unspoken
Alone
In my mind
Without you
Playing it out
With both feet
Planted firmly
Over the line.
simple dreams
grand ambitions
building on the past
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Contrived to be relevant
An extreme subversive
of distorted concoctions
While having his stricken soul bare
And denigrated to a faceless crone
For his vicissitudes are an improbable casualty
Of a broken soul....
A happy new year needs a new resolution
To sort out my lifestyle - to find a solution
I'll stop fishing each day - from dawn until dusk
I should be proactive - not follow blind luck
I'll train a new workforce to catch more and more fish
A new angle on angling towards my new wish
I'll start a fish stall at the town's fishing market
And set my own quota to meet my fish target
I'll swap my old rod for an old fishing boat
For more and more fishing to keep us afloat
Then take a fair loan from a fair weather friend
A fleet of fish trawlers - expand and extend
I'll promote my fish brand with fish fingers and toes
Fish knees and fish eyebrows, fish legs and elbows
And market a franchise to build a store chain
Of shops inside shop malls to make a large gain
And when I am richer I'll hold a big auction
To sell my big business to make a big fortune
I'll buy a big mansion next to a big lake
And go back to fishing - my passion - my ache
Entry to "new year's resolution" contest - written "subconsciously" as required (honest!)
Written 1st January 2017 - not coincidentally!
College educations certainly aren't readily available to all.
Some are totally awed by exorbitant tuition expense.
Boys and girls of good intenions must apply
for available scholarships as soon as possible,
expecting to adhere to academic rules
and demanding of themseves only best efforts.
Starting as freshmen in highschool, ambitious students
aim for a scholarship of worth as part of their educational future.
Every teacher, in knowledge of the enormous price of good educations
will acquaint her adolescent pupils of current opportunities.
Parents, eager to assist their adolescent children,
add sacrifice of self and treasury assets.
Combined efforts keep our future as bright as past attainments.
2/7/13
Written for David's contest
-Wit Beyond Measure Is a Man's Greatest Treasure-
Day by day I'm overcome with the ambitions of a man
Not worried about the cards I'm dealt, but how I play my hand
I know my personality and motives are complex and hard to understand
I'm in love with myself I wouldn't change even if I can
It's so hot and humid in the streets I know the heavens can feel the burn
Been traveling on the wrong road too long, It's time I made a right turn
On the freeway you gotta pay a toll, why get off at the next exit
A car can only drive you out of your lane if you let it
It might take something colossal like an eighteen wheeler
Been dreaming of my ideal wifey so long I can almost feel her...
Next to me in my bed I attempt to pull her hair
She digs her nails in my back, honey got the strength of a bear
Highly intelligent and educated, but I'm still bound for college
A must in my mind to gain the best knowledge
Trapped in a maze trying to make it out like a mouse
Something I don't want my kids to feel when they live in my house
Encourage my girls to be women and my boys to be men but not like that singing group
My sixteen year old son get good grades I'll get him a coup
Reward my kids for taking care of business
Best father and man, I belong in the Guiness
Got a big ego I admit, I don't care
It's infinite wisdom and titanic guts sittin under my braided hair
Test my manhood that's a big dare
Volcanic temper melt you away and watch your life vanish in thin air
I'm a man not a hustler I'm done selling drugs
Acknowledge its legit money when you enter my home and put your feet on my rugs
Can't tell you how good it feels to cash an honest check
Love money so much I might get a green dollar sign on my neck
These days making any kind of money is considered a hustle
Money is the band-aid that'll heal the scar on my life's struggle
I honestly don't feel money is the root of all evil
I feel its just the root of all people
Ambitions of a man...
"You dream forever but you only live so long"
-Nicole
Ah, my ambitions are wailed and buffered by unexpected winds,
and the hope for tomorrow is crunching with the weeping leaves
detaching from the branches and becoming yellow, auburn, and dry!
Yesterday I sat by the creek and followed the flow of the gurgling water,
but its sound was too deafening for a nimble mind not seeking tranquillity,
many contemplate death and confront fate's lie that's a mere lullaby:
who has less courage, with no purpose for being alive, can't alter it by a hair!
Bethoughts were clouds suspended over the slow-rotating Earth, I tried
to give them a realization to break the curse spoken by an envious rival;
the quicker I chased them, the faster they fled, and breathlessly I was bound
to fall into unseen dangers never expected to make me feeble and rapidly fall!
Ah, my ambitions are walled and buffered by unexpected winds,
and my wish was to see them go further than they ever could,
not being brutally tortured and taken out of existence totally!
Would I gather the strength to rebuild them as a mighty fortress?
When we dream imagination sets no limits to our ambitions and being bold
is essential to the achievement that clutters the dreamer's mind...
with one exception: never settle down for less if the spirit declares ambiguity!
A
graveyard
of despair-
filled with broken
dreams.
I have a mission,
I possess the most powerful motive.
My aim is to rid the world of agony,
and nothing less.
what can I say my mind is blessed?
caressed by the most innovative, creative, and inventive thoughts.
I am the antonym of habitual, and beyond ambitious.
I am something more than determined.
I was endowed with passionate, and caring attitude towards others.
Procured by the most unique goal.
I would love to witness the world pain free.
This is the mission burdened with obstacles.
They push, crawl and reach. I sit back and watch the parade. I feel a force from within. It's pulling me in their direction. I refuse, fight back and resist. It weakens, the coast seems clear. I don't want to give in, get dragged along and play a part in their scheme. But I still feel the need to try harder, be stronger and stay longer. I nod, let my head down and watch my screen. I guess that I am going to stay a few more hours at the crime scene. Battling between my authenticity and societies expectations.
Whoosh. Whoosh.
A fire beneath steel,
The engines burn, the heavens kneel.
Thrum.
The pulse of courage, the beating heart,
Each mission a daring work of art.
Seven names on Challenger’s sky,
They rose with dreams, they dared to fly.
Crack. Pop. Boom.
The frost betrayed,
A cloud of grief where hope once stayed.
Seven more on Columbia’s flame,
Mach fifteen carried their names.
Hiss.
The breach unseen, the heat pours in,
A fragile shell, a mortal skin.
Fire on Apollo, in moments it spread,
Three heroes lost before they fled.
Snap. Thud. Crash.
Gemini spun wild,
Lives held fast as chaos smiled.
Hush.
Near misses, the close calls abound,
Heroes who fought to turn ships around.
“Houston, we have a problem”—a phrase of might,
Apollo 13’s long, harrowing night.
Tick-tick.
Each countdown calls,
A step toward triumph, or a step that falls.
The void does not forgive or wait,
Its price is courage, its reward is fate.
Whoosh.
For every name etched in the stars,
For every scar that space still mars,
They carried risks for us to dream,
They braved the silence, they split the seam.
Boom. Thrum. Tick. Tick.
Their voices ring.
In every launch, their legacies sing.
To touch the heavens, to dare, to fall,
These are the risks they took for us all.
What would happen if we believed
In what we couldn’t see
And questioned what we did?
Kale Brereton
November 19/18