Best Life Is What You Make It Poems
I've been around a lotta years!
I've traveled the road of life!
I've had many, many, ups and downs,
times of joy, and grief, and strife!
I've tried my best, to keep looking ahead,
but on occassion, I'd pause to reflect!
I call upon, hard lessons learned,
to attain the results, that I expect!
I tried to shape my future,
from transgressions, I've endured.
I kept my "best foot forward",
in hopes my success, would be assured!
Mistakes are part of living,
they're part of who we are.
Yes, life can be bewildering
and sometimes quite bizarre!
It's how we react when troubled!
How we handle times of stress,
that determines what will happen
and if we will, attain success!
The Power of Positive Thinking
is the key to getting thru!
Wheather or not, you attain your goal,
is strictly up to you!
Intestional Fortitude, is what it takes,
to help create your aspirations!
It will give the courage and strength you need,
to reach your long-range expectations!
So, be assertive and determined!
Don't let doubt, get in your way!
Life is what you make it,
what more is there to say!
Birth: the first step to journey’s end.
We cannot travel and pretend
That our paths will be all straight
And leave the helm to luck, not faith.
There will be chasms full of gloom
Where evil spirits hide and loom
The eerie feelings forecast doom
And wide-eyed flowers do not bloom;
There will be dangers hard to count
So many mountains to surmount
The angry waves will roll and pound
While furious winds despoil the ground
The weary feet will turn to lead
It will be hard to forge ahead.
But are we going to give in
To the backstabbing from within
Become a prey to currents’ might
Or beat retreat and take to flight?
Oh no my friend! That’s not the way
To reap the fruit of our stay
On this domain where life must rise
Above the slime; so let’s be wise
To turn defeat into a win
To put a stop to faults and sin
To change the darkness into light
To not submit without a fight
To find the means to learn to cope
So that we travel on with hope
Till when we give the final breath
We cross the bridge to life, not death.
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 16/03/2014
Contest: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Placing: 1st
Birth
Welcome - Miracle
Blessed event - Renewal - Creation
New born- Baby - Life Begins - Complete
Happy origin - Citizenship - Family - Generations
Blood ties - Stimulation - Beautiful - Proximity - Encourage - Exciting
Warmly - Motivate - Accept - Every day - Responsibility - Respect - Challenges
Emotions - Fear - Joy - Freedom - Development - Energy
Grateful - Dreams - Hope - Fellowship - Friends
Young - Elder - Old - Loneliness
Pain - Life ebbs - Crying
Tears - Sad - Longing
Angels - Heaven
Death
(From Birth To Death)
13.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor:Dave Wood
Deadline 4/6/2014
(4th in the contest)
birth, to those who dare
begins the life adventure
to never fear death
©Donna Jones
3-17-2014
BIRTH came to me without my permission
possibly doomed to spend my life
no questions asked with strict submission
various sojourns from breast milk to sweets
then pubescent hair begins to sprout
I cannot figure my parents out
they call it a rebellion
of an immature child but I am immature
but what lay in store is wisdom
that comes with each winding year
to encounter a feeling or sensual dream
that one day will inhabit a new scene as it seems
To wed or elope and to cope with my life
to raise children in the midst of
love hate and joy as I recall
a generation ago
But as generations change it is time to renew
the changing colors of their state of mind
with a new world order they are left to imbue
to sneak in and out of chaos with a lollipop
to indoctrinate them into societys fold
and the vicious cycle goes on and on
continually with each aching breath
until you say hello to DEATH
September 7, 2014 ©Ralph Sergi
Birth … Death;
You fill in the blank.
Some are dealt an easy hand;
Some given challenges that are hard;
Some are fed with a silver spoon;
Some presented problems by the yard.
Some have so much support;
Some are left all on their own;
Some live in luxury;
Others don’t even have a home.
But, regardless of what circumstances bring,
it is what WE do with all of these things
that determines what our lives are worth
and where we take it after birth.
Then, when death comes knocking at our door,
and the breath of life we breathe no more,
and the life we lived – as the Reaper takes it,
was lived the best as WE could make it.
We have no say in the style of our birth,
but we must own our own life’s quest;
WE are responsible for the story in between
of our birth and death.
birth of a poem
as beauty flutters forth. . . .
the chrysalis’ death
Born: March 8th 2014
Who would assume
she could never bloom
Who would assume
she could leave so soon
Who would assume
such doom could loom
that a life giving womb
would turn to a tomb...
Died: March 6th 2014
Dedicated to Kloe Faith Reno and my precious granddaughter in law Veronica and grandson Jacob who have lost 2 babies in less than 2 years. The first was a ‘simple’ miscarriage, but the second baby Veronica carried for almost 7 months.
Birth of an infant, a mom's victorious pain
From monosyllables to phrases to sentences
Speech takes the place of shouts and cries
Actions replaces the moans; coos and tries
From crawls to strollers, sturdy legs stood up
From dolls to cars, who could have thought
Later from afar, some "plays" could leave a scar
or some games will give you one or more stars!
Myriads of people come and goes in life
Who will dare to stay, care or leave a strife?
Pinnacles and woes there will always be
Yet, this the beauty of life one could have been
For each teardrop fall, hails and molds a soul
For each mistake, numbers large blessings
For each joy and success, paves to motivate
For each step and decision, leads to a better self
A top billboard list, one can be
Blockbuster live movie of life, one can also be
Best selling unwritten book, one can also be
Or the least a kind laity that one can be
Our life, may either be at peace and of bliss
Or the other way around, at war and of pissed
They say: "live life to fullest.."
But who can ever say: The hows'
For our life comes from God
No one can readily predict
When it will be last or gone
Or when exactly is death?
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olive_eloi
4:01 pm
03/13/2014
CONTEST: LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT
SPONSOR: DAVE WOOD
9TH PLACE (TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY)
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Born to see it, in the midst of a beautiful change
Tis a faux pas in American history
A blob of dark ink on an exquisite painting
There is no mystery
A time with blood and fears reigning
This disparity caused a Civil War
When avarice possessed no humanity
Some realizing the aberration must be no more
A great President chose to erase this wretched vanity
Human beings, toiled in chains
Families ripped apart to not a care
Freedom seekers violated, enduring intense pain
Yet these new American's clung to hope and prayer.
Many lives were lost- at great cost
This exquisite painting began again
The idea of slavery tossed
The artist painted over this shame
Erased but not forgotten- triumph not lost.
Shall go to the grave- DIEING
and knowing. Tis a faux pas in American history
A blob of dark ink on an exquisite painting
There is no mystery
A time with blood and fears reigning
BIRTH OF NEW IDEAS IS INVENTIONS MADE.
YOUR INQUIRIES INSINUATE.
AMBITIONS GET YOU UP AND ON THE GO.
THEREFORE, SET YOUR GOALS.
OPTIMIZATION MAXIMIZES FUNCTIONALITY.
PERFECT...
WONDERFUL IS THE WORLD YOU LIVE IN.
KNOW THAT LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT!
UTOPIA IS THE IDEAL PLACE.
UNTIL DEATH…
Sponsor: Dave Wood
Contest Name: Life is what YOU make it!
Entry Date: Thu, March 06, 2014
Motif: Life is what YOU make it!
Birth,when time silently stops, is measured
Life brings a cry, a restless soul now born
Heart, life's beating clock quietly treasured
From this, we await the moment all mourn
Time is what's spent with every choice and deed
As we come to learn, understand its dues
Payment for decisions from want and need
Gathering life's yield, as we're passing through
There is only this, a distanced traveled
Lost in its realm of wonder and refuge
Confront each moment until unraveled
Then confirmed by joy or tearful deluge
Though none know the moment of final breath
Life should be lived, not worried before death
For the contest Life is what you make it
sponsored by Dave Wood
Birth naked as the day, I lay upon the floor
cover less, chill, eyes fluttering, closed, aware...
inward I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
Fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a flutter of wings seeks to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, mating calls taunt, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp, each breath of air,
sending ripples through a shaking fearful core.
Moonlight cloaks my form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and light.
A hoot, a yip, a melody, which prevails
to remind me of the paths beyond that invite,
for I am a dreamer tossed on dreams of death.
Birth adorns the gush of flowers
Across a patch that lifts boughs’ grace
Where Grandma tends a day's embrace
Mellowing the closure of hours.
The lucent sun pours dewy gold
On mounds changing autumn to snow
Her eyes agleam from sprouts below
As dahlia buds peep and unfold.
I gaze to watch her fingers dip
Into new stems between the leaves
Forgetting that age now weighs on sleeves;
Yet, garden blooms of life’s worship.
Today, dahlias lay on her earth
Surrounding a crypt, the flowers’ bride
When glory of morn stands aside,
In languid blush of Grandma’s death.
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Dave Woods' Life Is What You Make It Contest
by nette onclaud
When you find yourself with more time than things to do
Think back on all the times the reverse was true.
When you feel alone in the midst of a noisy crowd
Remember there's a bright blue sky behind the clouds
When you feel that you just cannot get out of bed
And your mind is filled with anxiety and dread.
Think hard on why your life has become so shattered
You may find that the underlying cause never really mattered.
When you feel as if you simply don't belong
And the walls that defined your space are long since gone
Dispel all thoughts of a life that was ill conceived
And concentrate on all the things you have achieved.
Remember your life is out there for the taking
And yes sometimes that appears to be a daunting undertaking
I have found it best to take one day at a time
And always seek the path of the light sublime.