Best Thriving Poems
Pterodactyls Thriving
On steamy summer days as warm waves lap the shore
The pelicans pass over in perfect V-form
Their silhouettes appear dark beneath yellow sun
An eerie reminder of a species thought gone
Pterodactyls, you see, first came to mind
When as a small child I looked up to find
Winged creatures with long beaks like dinosaurs
Angular features, pteradactyl norms
I knew nothing then of evolution
But marveled at this species' procession
Casting shadows on crystal sands below
Sparking a child's imaginative flow
Watch closely; can you see the resemblance
Might pterodactyls thrive in the present tense?
Friends, at Yoni's suggestion I am providing the following link (just one of many) regarding
modern-day pterodactyl sightings:
http://archaeology.suite101.com/article.cfm/do_pterodactyls_still_live_today
Heartfelt hues hope for
Paintings, vibrating in light
Coloring the muse
Weeding
When weeds grow on love
We spend time weeding not loving
And before we realize the rains are gone
The land is dry and the love is dying.
When love grows on weed
We spend time loving not weeding
And before we realize the rains are back
The weed is gone and the love is thriving .
The pelican shape
Looks like a pteradactyl...
A genetic mate?
Unjustly stymied, down by law,
The good citizen balks, throws his -
Monkey wrench into the grinding gears of society:
"They all be damned."
But freed, aided,
The good citizen (Way, will) makes straight that path,
Turns forward the Great, Lasting Wheel of Society,
For the benefit of all.
The harrowing woe
Reigns upon me—
Why must it be so?
And my trembling heart
Burns intensely—
How does it still grow?
to surrender
to a desire
and endure
it's blazing fire
to follow passions
where they may lead
despite repercussions
and only heed
the call of my spirit
and allow myself to
hear only it
loud, clear and true
to indulge a fantasy
fight to make it real
though it may be risky
to obey what I feel
that's the only way I can live
if I want more than to just survive
this is the only way to give
my soul a chance to thrive
How do I thrive?
Having faith,
Self-discovery,
Having belief.
That’s what makes me
Feel alive.
What is a life
Without growth
And full of pain?
It’s a struggle,
Like rain
When all you want
Is a sunny day.
My sunshine,
That’s my son,
He is the key
To the recipe to thrive.
Thriving,
Alive,
He is my sunshine.
Sometimes it feels like
My entire life
Has been
Time wasted,
It feels like
So much time
Yearning for freedom.
All I want is a life
Worth living,
Not a lie.
Is that too realistic,
Too high of expectations
Must I lower my standard
To sunshine through saturation.
I always welcomed
The chance
To aspire more fulfilling
Aspirations,
To desire a self full of
More determination.
Road blocks
Slowed the road to
Reaching my expectations,
On the edge,
I cried out,
Head first I dove into
Chronic separation.
My sunshine deserves more,
No more depression spells,
No separations,
No addict in his life
Creating messes.
That’s why in the
Here and now,
My recovery is thriving
And I’m chasing
My aspirations,
My dreams are becoming life
And our life is
Full of life
Because I’m thriving.
Not just surviving
thriving
Not just abiding
inviting
Not just moving
improving
Not just yearning
learning
Not just acquiring
inspiring
Not just preaching
reaching
Not just talking
walking
Not just cohabitating
collaborating
Not just intersecting
connecting
Not just racing
embracing
Not just living
giving
Not just driving
~ Arriving ~
I have a fondness for the polar bear,
hunting seals on a frozen ice-packed sea.
For camouflaged by white-snow everywhere,
like ghosts, they're impossible to see.
Cerulean waters freckled with white
patches of ice and snow comprise their home.
And all the northern creatures fear their might,
keeping a safe distance from where they roam.
An Arctic summer sun that never sets
lets them hunt in twenty-four hours of light.
And they survive on guile without regrets
when winter slips into an endless night.
In the wild, polar bears fascinate me,
thriving in solitude and living free.
(Sonnet)
5/7/2018
Bitcoin’s growing every day
With fiat inflation on display
Own your money - come what may
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
Officials saying “all is fine”
Printing money by design
Cutting down our bottom line
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
You can learn it, take some time
Bitcoin’s young and in its prime
Yet every cycle it will climb
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
Worth and value it retains
Unlike fiat money drains
The choice is very clear & plain
As Bitcoin keeps on thriving
Third degree burns? I just get hot;
Finally, deep enough to wound;
Painful skin grafts can't get a shot,
to my frequency you were tuned;
Beneath the surface desire crooned,
I'll be your willing apprentice;
Eyes flashing 'Danger' I just swooned,
thriving in a consuming kiss.
shore where life is thriving
Shore where life is thriving
Refresh us once again
Dunes where winds are blowing
That cleans its sands away
Grows eternal within its lines
Above the stars still shine
Where active minds do dwell
And rest when need to rest
From the self in its remissions
Imparted shores within
We are one and whole again
Footsteps outward striving
Imprinted forms inform its living
Within the changeless change
Evades constrictions that define
Not alone within its social friction
Created by life’s contradictions
Outstretched arms reach out
to all that listen within
Soft lit light of lighted flames
Formed within its circle
Onigiri is another level,
I don't know a place called Seattle,
I took a ladle,
Put it on a table,
I don't know where I'm going at,
I took a sat,
I see myself as a lad,
I don't want to be sad,
I took a notepad,
From the wad,
I stare at the ceiling,
As if I'm on a sailing,
I am not wailing,
But I am piling,
All the reasons I left behind,
For now, I am not resigning,
From what I am trying to define,
The meaning of refine,
I remind myself the since,
I don't take a Hinch,
Even a sinch,
Over something that is so clingy,
To hold onto a blingy,
My burger is zingy,
With a taste I hold onto,
With a pinch of cilantro,
It is my intro,
I keep on going,
For what I am doing,
I love myself in this song,
Is this what I am looking for?
Until my hands are sore,
To the day, I want to do the chores,
Look, it is my other course,
I try to find the source,
Here is my sauce.
Family is not anything
But everything
Family the root
You the offspring
God chosen
To walk side by side
Through all seasons without leaving.
Tribes not a language
Rather your people
With same
Heart and spirit
But different goals
Sharing same dreams
Supporting each other relentlessly
Family and tribe
Never to be traded
Neither be disputed
But to always confide
Abiding without betrayal
Courageously striving and thriving.