Best Thrive Poems
The west went in guns blazing to help their fellow man
In Syria against the Islamic State and in Iraq and Afghanistan
They brought an end to a campaign of terror and a killing spree
And made the world a better place and safe for everybody.
So why in God's name is the civilised world, just standing by?
While thousands of innocent men, women and children die
What is it about Russia, that murdering terrorist state?
Are we just going to look away, leaving them to their fate?
Ukraine is running out of fresh water, they have no electricity
While the Russians carry on firing missiles, indiscriminately
And committing atrocities that would make a grown man cry
A harsh winter is fast approaching and many people will die.
Why are NATO and the civilised west worried about escalation?
While Russia carries on pulverising that peace loving nation
Enough is enough, NATO needs to put boots on the ground
And rain down hellfire on that Russian scum, round after round.
The west is sending arms and humanitarian aid to Ukraine
But dragged their feet when they requested a fighter plane
Vladimar Putin growls like a dog and the west backs away
We shouldn't listen to his rantings, he must be made to pay.
Ukraine got rid of all nuclear weapons with the fall of the iron curtain
I bet they wished that they hadn't given them up of that I am certain
Because the yellow backed Russian scum would never have invaded
And their threat to world peace would never have escalated.
Written 24th November 2022
The gateway to forgiveness is liberation..
Upon the awakening..
There is freedom..
Freedom thrives..
Broken wings..
Mended..
Thrive..
Free as a bird..
Flying gracefully..
The ball and chains of entrapment..
dissolved..
Thrive in delectable liberty..
Where forgiveness melts away the pain..
Unforgiveness disappears.
The beast of burden lifted joyfully..
Upon the deep blue sky..
Splendid wings soar..
Thrive..
As you are carried by the wings of deliverance and love..
For you, I carry heavy issues difficult to bear;
varied themes with bleary depths as carved by you.
You want me to dismiss all darkness you name light,
to secure your pride’s weight in my ocean of shame
and declare aloud your behooved truths are priceless.
There are no limits to all that you diminish
in me when holding me immobile for your use,
to move me around as your desires so choose.
You know I struggle to be free from your rules,
you have read my clues but are completely immune.
Floating as tossed in your issues, I feel ropes securing
agitation upon all my twisted, pushed and pulled guilt.
You intend to keep me crippled in this fashion.
I often tread in my dream threads wishing to swim
far away from the darkness you always fasten.
Someday, I will lose you as a nightmare captain.
Yes, I will disengage, I will make that truth happen.
You will sink or swim in seas you cannot harm or please,
that roll aloof despite your achieved skills to control
and I will thrive living a sanity scrolled, honest life.
With my words I paint a scene
Vivid, vibrant and pristine
Allowing eyes to read and see
Allowing minds to dream.
Am I a painter? Oh, that’s not so.
I only wish to let you know
My feelings are alive, even though
They may not be what they seem.
Think not the words to all be fake
But let the words to help you take
A piece of me, to let me make
You feel that you’re alive.
So here I sit and as I write
I think of all who read tonight
I send you thoughts, to shine some light
And let your mind now thrive.
Watch me with my head held high
A smile on my face
Even if tears are in my eyes
People come at me like organized crime
And I'm brought near to my knees, time after time.
Constantly maiming, consistently shaming
Me, needing to be strong, always escaping.
Now that's done.
No longer will I run
From all of you who hurt me
And shamed me
And used me
FORBADE me.
I will stand strong on mine own ground
And all of you, you who hold me back, will no longer be around.
I will conquer you all with my smile wide, standing proud.
Hear my war cry!
I refuse to die.
Pay attention to the glint in my eyes
Because at that point it's too late for you to realize
That the fire you tried to burn me with has turned against you
And you'll go down in the flames.
May the world know my name!
Or, if nothing else, let them remember how I went out in a glorious blaze
Of succeeding despite those who sought only to bring me shame.
Does my face retrace the anger,
of a once distant love affair?
Do my curves exhaust a notion,
that at one time we kindly cared?
Yet, I still thrive.
Does my smile rile your insides,
and shadow a subtle act?
Do my hips which sway in elegance,
bestow this monstrous attack?
Yet, I still thrive.
Does my laughter force the cringe,
grimaced upon your face?
Do my fingers not gently guide you,
to a once happy, exotic place?
Yet, I still thrive.
Does my spirit not depict beauty,
of a once stunning shore?
Do my lengthy legs not confine you,
in perfect synchronization anymore?
Yet, I still thrive.
Does my sensuality no longer appease,
the thirst once quenched within?
Do my eyes announce the sadness,
of forever living in sin?
Yet, I still thrive.
Does my lonely heart sob uncontrollably,
noting a broken bond of hate?
Do my tears not convey the purpose,
of two lost souls with opposite fates?
Yet, I still thrive.
A Song That Lives On Just To Thrive
Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!
Ride the wild wind into a realm of delight
across broad waters sail or skim
Seeking promised land far from your sight
land of beauty, so sleek and trim
The perfect fit , like a custom made glove
loving grace in a swan-like dive
Sweet spirit of great magic of newfound Love
greatest music any man can contrive!
Cling like the wild wind to a stormy night
as a child to a sweet mother's hem
Dare to step from safety , from the Light
into shadows dancing free but dim
Be bold in the whispers of a cooing dove
a song that lives on just to thrive
Willing angel flying down from far above
to find the meaning of being alive!
March, 1984
One must learn to thrive
Three years of perseverance
Two now pleaded lenience
Three bleeding hearts…. what about the scars, she could never discard?
Everything is fair in love and war; two swords do not fit into one scabbard.
(Thrive on-HC)
27/2/19
Charliekucoup Poetry Contest
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Villanelle: The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Who’ll stoop to any level to scuttle the imagined rival
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Yin’s motivating force lies in usurping Yang’s glory
Drives it to ape and rob the Yang for supposed survival
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
In scarce genuine values world the spurious spawn many
Few who strive for what endures bypass not the ephemeral
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Cryptomaniacs control art subsumed into personality
Accidental uses of material rate neither as error nor trial
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
The Spurious clamour with the public for easy bounty
Even time-tested concepts and ideas hardly prove original
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
Envy turns the sprocket chains of fortune for the many
Who just skip and dance and hoot till the final upheaval
The Fake or the Phoney thrive only on blatant envy
Smiles drawn tight on faces sullen with conspiracy
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Time demands ever
People apply ruler hardest
Stunting life..desires.!
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !
Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !
Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !
Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !
Written on 1/5/14
Sponsor- Cyndi and Tim
Theme- helpless
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failure to thrive
a wee infant thin and silent,
rested placidly in a cot
his skin a pallid shade of blue;
his short stark life almost through.
alone here in this starch white room
hold him. love him and he will bloom.
A quiet life right by the sea
No thoughts of war to trouble me
Sweet rendezvous with poetry
I wonder, will I then be free?
The touch of flirty summer breeze
No one to bother or appease
At one with sand and sky and trees,
but will I be content with these?
To hook my dreams upon a star
Hear nature's hymn, not sounds of war,
My wishes galloping so far
Will I forget this telling scar?
No matter where my gypsy heart
will guide to make a fresh new start
My trauma will not ever part
A change of scene but not my heart
For I have stories I must tell
Now rest here for a little spell,
and if you choose to listen well
together we'll escape from hell
You cannot run away from you
For where you go, your past goes too,
So every day, this vow renew:
"Survive and thrive, that's what I'll do."
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Survive and Thrive
April 8, 2025
Though set apart, their fate is dealt
Upon a solid mount of wealth
Beauty mirrored by crystal lake
With compass set, young roots do take
Encamped by water, air and sun
Forever to thrive in pristine dawns
~*~