Best Victories Poems
We get so warped out by fear at times
That we forget to celebrate our little victories every day
Looking back; none of us can say we haven't walked through a storm
Yet, we are still here
Some tattered, emotionally crippled
Not talking about our silent battles
But let me applaud you
You haven't given up, you might have taken a break, but you didn't tap out
So if fear, comes at you today
Embrace that emotion, acknowledge it but don't let it own you
You were not moulded in a cast of fear
You were moulded in victory and promise
Celebrate that!!!
©wilmaneels
©24022022
The city moves and laughs and sings
Of lurid lights and fancy things
Of static electricity
And many opportunities
The acid clouds are dismal gray
Leave not a single trace of day
Wind withers and regains its speed
A buried, lonely poplar seed
But while the city screams and clanks
And people march in suited ranks
A little light the clouds do show
Wait now, the seed begins to grow
BEAUTIFUL VICTORIES---
Something coming over me
A continued victory
Blinded eyes open, now I see
This sweet victory
Gracious going free
My heart is open merrily
Seeking ever pretenses journeys
This pleasant victory
I thank my God for these beautiful
Beautiful victories
11/30/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©
The small victories...
As the small goals are etched,
The bigger picture clearly flourishes,
Piece by piece we see it stick,
The reaping of the seeds as some may call it.
The world begins to thwart away,
at the unstable courage you now have
Of A dream; the first step to reality,
one which you want to see unfold,
before the shimmer of your aspiring heart,
Which knows no bounds, free from hate,
pure as gold it ticks away.
Always getting you closer,
inch by inch, feet by feet.
The consistent progress has a price.
Granted it won't come easy,
Blunders and disasters, the failures and tears,
But the the golden egg it lays in the end,
makes it worth it for every small victory.
---Udit
Scars been stricken on their face
The game is called, the green is dressed,
They shout, insult, drink and curse
(no rhyme of course, and seldom versed!)
We’re the blowing hooligans of the side
Swift and smooth as Jell-O Bratwurst,
Soccer warriors admiring the slide.
No matter who has lost or won.
Don’t you see the beauty of the game?
A seat, a bottle and that sissy figurine
Fly, knock, and hit any without a name
Till scars bleed on their face.
from behind a window
that leads to my balcony
I observe the sunbird retire
to its beautiful and cozy nest
a gentle, elixirous breeze
seductive and enchanting
beseeches that I step outside
to admire a lustrous full moon
it’s a temptation I decline
for how can I be so callous
to cause a tremor in the heart
of my guest who’s about to sleep
such are the minor victories
of ethereal spirit over instinct
for which we may take no credit
as we follow diktats of the universe
23-March-2023
you heal our heart
you heal our soul
you raise us up
you make us whole
thank you for all you've done
thank you for the victories you've won
you give us strength
and sound mind
the greatest love we can ever find
than you for all you've done
thank you for the victories you've won
you heal our heart
you heal our soul
you raise us up
you make us whole
thank you for all you've done
thank you for the victories you've won
thank you for the victories you've won
thank you for the victories you've won
Amen
Thousands martyred
in
wars
which continue to
plague mankind
Thousands - sometimes millions
Do you really believe you
can stop that with your poems?
All poets out there
in the darkness
I don't believe you can
As much as I like poems
I don't think they will "save the world"
Yet there is always the chance
your worlds will reach the eyes
of a political leader
HE(or she) may be moved to action
for the sake of peace
We need war but not with people
We need to war those who steer war.
We must sort but not of nation
We must sort out those who sort us.
And say we are not your lambs now!
And shout Kingdoms are made by Victories!
We must learn to fly flags not rags
We must learn to fly our souls' flag.
We need science to see past frontiers
We need science to invent oneness.
And say sapiens are one species!
And shout Kingdoms are made by Victories!
We need speech not of origins
We need speech showing Origin.
We must be wealthy but not rich
We must be wealthy in our hearts.
And say foreign's but assumption!
And shout Kingdoms are made by Victories!
At Austerlitz I two nations vanquished;
making me historically distinguished.
At Marengo I had Austria subdued;
then I was to honour undoubtedly glued.
At the Pyramids, Mamluks kissed the sands;
then like a French Pharaoh I annexed their lands.
At Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to her knees fell,
to avoid carnage, and possibly hell.
At Borodino, Kutuzov my boots licked,
as his Russian forces had their arses kicked.
At Ligny, Blucher like a coward fled,
as his smitten forces profusely bled.
At Toulon I first distinguished myself
for a career that would exalt oneself.
Rolica, Leipzig, Waterloo like curses came,
but history will forever my triumphs reclaim.
People still talk about war and peace,
But time’s come to talk of war and piece,
To pieces that turns life,
To shambles, utter strife,
And still, would war mania ever cease?
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Happenings |01.03.2022| war, peace
Poet’s note: We know, war victories are pyrrhic and the victor and the vanquished both suffer. Yet, that does not stop any war-mongering. What suicide is for an individual, to the armies at war is no less suicidal. This war between Russia and Ukraine that might pull in others would have wide ranging repercussions all over the world.
Parental labor days and nights,
memories and contemporary echoing traumas
of declaring Hippocratic Commitment victories,
"No one got much hurt today,"
"Non-violent communication" prevails,
verbally and non-verbally laborious,
locally and globally viral,
monoculturally and multiculturally,
on our best days,
But "not violent" is such a negative
empty
cold
humorless LeftBrain way
to say,
to communicate,
resiliently resonant communion's
articulating
heart-felt possibilities.
We have hope and faith potentialities
for cooperative spirits of life and love,
And more retiring
shadowy natures of competitively incorporated death
and corporate loss,
But only one ZeroZone uniting Holy Nature/Spirit,
not only co-invested in non-violent life and love,
but further committed to solidarity
of resilient uniting life as resonant universal love,
Where Fear-of and Anger-about
past lose/lose competitive trauma
cannot repeat their either/or
exclusive
devolutionary Names.
Why must diverse native cultures clash
Like titans in the arenas of yesteryear,
Lessons of the past centuries unlearned
While unthinkable horrors, senseless wars,
Continue unabated to devastate the weak
While the strong greedily abscond proudly,
Claiming a hollow victory at the expense
Of humanity and her promise of plenty.
written August 25, 2021
Onward to further victories,
In the works of the Church;
Despite the scorn of enemies,
Invite those who search.
In the works of the Church,
Keep proclaiming the faith;
Invite those who search,
Don't delay, don't be late.
Keep proclaiming the faith,
In spite of persecution;
Don't delay, don't be late,
Share the news of salvation.
In spite of persecution,
Uphold the aid to humanity;
Share the news of salvation,
Obey the Lord God Almighty.
Uphold the aid to humanity,
Despite the scorn of enemies,
Obey the Lord God Almighty,
Onward to further victories.
Your sparkle of hope, New Year,
Has set all our dreams aflame
Filling our hearts with courage
Which our victories proclaim!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
29 December 2021
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!