Jack on a rainy day,went on his toes
To show his bravery to friends and foes
He sang,danced,hopped,jumped and smiled
He slipped hard,though rarely styled
With back upside and downside with flat nose
Kindness is a rare, unpolished gem,
A steady, quiet spark
Hidden deep inside us.
It is an open, reaching hand
Extended with no strings attached.
It is a whisper of solace,
A living action aiming to mend,
Marking forever—not in silence—
What the gesture made flawless.
It is fiercely resilient,
Refusing to make excuses.
It is a quiet fire
Guided by bravery,
Burning for everyone to see.
Is it courageous to stand out from the crowd
to wear or do what others don’t and won’t
to support the unpopular, unbowed and uncowed
Is it courageous to be different from those around you
when all are married, to stay single
during an epidemic to mix and mingle
When the stock marked plummets, you re-invest instead of save
~ Now that takes pluck and luck, marks you as truly brave
Kisses to my enemies,
Kisses to my foes,
I'll stand tall when the cold wind blows.
I may face my nemesis,
In battles that rise,
But never will I bow or compromise.
No sugar-coated lies, no hollow shows.
I’ll never fall back, no matter how the storm grows.
It wouldn’t have been possible
without Colin Firth
in the movie,
'The King’s Speech.'
Colin is an actor,
who reminds me
that language can be
as powerful
or more so,
than music,
sometimes.
Colin plays the role
of George VI
in this film.
He coped with a stammer.
Not Colin, King George VI.
He sees an Austrian
speech therapist
and two men
become friends.
He makes his first
broadcast
to his world
(England).
Yes, the actors are outstanding
as great actors always are
and enhance great films
and make mediocre films
unforgettable.
Without Geoffrey Rush,
would any great or mediocre film
without him
be worth watching?
His maniacal laugh could make
the sun hide
and me smile
(but that was a different movie).
Like a tooth
pulled out from the roots,
can you or I survive
divorcing or outliving
our soulmate?
No.
Britain declared
war on Germany
in 1939.
The whole world stopped to listen,
and George VI
didn't stutter,
neither did Beethoven.
Chivalry and bravery in valiant display
A pygmy and rhino atilt in the fray
Held dear in defense armored rules own the day
With a deer past the fence one wants to play
Now norm'ly the two would get on just fine
But honor and status are now on the line
It isn't a matter of standing up tall
It's how one reacts with their back at the wall
Horn to horn is a matter that seldom ends well
But sadder is he who won't answer the bell
The valiant won't taste the bitter end twice
Better be buried than counted just nice
All's well that ends well we know it from old
While fortune may favor the brave and the bold
It's always much better when Titans are playing
Just make sure they're not past a welcome you're staying
I was born into fear,
All I could hear was yelling,
There was no telling what was next,
Perplexed I grew curious,
Furiously flexing i threw objects,
I knew when it got serious,
A series of events would take place,
Ending with a slap in the face,
Making me chase away the sorrow,
Until it came again tomorrow,
Borrowing peace,
Searching for a release,
Something to ease the tension,
Binding me to this dimension,
My body an extension,
My energy is in intention,
The direction set by a feeling,
Though fear is stealing the show,
Keeping me stuck in the shadows,
Being too afraid to grow,
Was keeping my energy low,
I'm letting it all go,
It's hard to do though,
Not worried if I go slow,
I know what way to go,
Throwing myself to the fears,
Born of Cosmic tears,
Created just to be here.
lShe carries a quiet bravery
beneath the soft rise of her breath—
a tender storm the world never sees,
a flame she shields from the wind of days.
In the hush between her heartbeats,
she gathers the pieces of her hope,
threading them like dawnlight
through the shadows of her doubts.
She does not roar her strength aloud—
it lives in smaller miracles:
the way she rises after falling,
the way she dreams despite the scars,
the way she walks into tomorrow
with trembling steps
that still
move forward.
And if the world ever pauses
long enough to listen,
it will hear the quiet truth of her—
that courage does not always shout;
sometimes it is the soft,
steadfast whisper
that refuses
to disappear.
Each person fights a demon,
No one is ever spared,
But how strong of a monster is never truly shared.
And sometimes, no matter how hard you fight,
The demon is who wins.
Forty years of ups and downs,
Victories and losses,
each in turn like coin tosses,
Raced around the world and back,
The final battle is alone.
Some demons are so dangerous,
That others back away,
It is not lack of caring, but to protect others from its sway.
They hope and pray from afar,
Always wishing that you’ll win.
You make the final journey now,
Finding peace that you had lost,
Be with your kith and your kin with Hel a gracious host,
Give greetings to her father,
Give greetings to our kin.
Rest in peace finally,
You are beyond this test.
If we must shine, let it not like flies
Bright like the beautiful tune of butterflies,
While hunted by foes around the den of faeries,
Sing at us like hungry overfed dogs.
If we must shine, Aaa! Let it but mildly shine,
Even as we dance awaiting our unknown end
In truth, shall the rue yet monsters coy
For life still lives even if, it ends my friend!
My comradery! let’s then meet as we toy!
We may felt frightened yet again as we journey
Life is sweet with thorns in armour of bravery
And the million blows taste like honey!
That which lies is a choice of life or slavery?
Like lions we will face the cowardly fear!
Almost strangled to the wall, yet fighting to hear!
I am grateful I’m able to see
how the link between success and failure…
is courage and bravery.
Bravery is the courage to walk away from a failure
from a doomed…ill-fated deed…
With the hope and determination in you heart
that the next time you will succeed
May we be blessed to understand this about bravery:
It’s one of the things about bravery I adore…
How it is does not always rumble and crash like thunder…
How it doesn’t always, like a lion, roar.
Sometimes it is more subtle…
Like the way a tiny river flows…
It is the quiet whisper of our heart at the end of a day
Saying I will try again…tomorrow.
the red poppy is almost an orange-red
two of my favorite colors, reminding me of bravery
the red -blooded soldiers who are willing to sacrifice everything
a field of these blooms parade about in my mind’s eye
reminding me to be more patriotic not just on special days
I am not warmth denied.
I am clarity revealed.
You call me cold, as if that were a curse.
But cold is not cruelty.
Cold is precision.
Cold is the silence that listens longer than the noise ever could.
I was not born in comfort.
I was forged in exile—cast out by blood, by law, by the trembling hands of those who feared what they could not name.
They called me devil.
They called me waste.
They called me dangerous.
But I did not burn.
I crystallized.
I walk alone, not because I choose solitude,
but because the world chose to shut its doors.
And in that silence, I found my shape.
Not broken. Not bitter.
Just sharpened.
I am the frost that coats the edges of truth.
I do not flinch.
I do not beg.
I do not melt for comfort.
I am the one grain that stands apart.
I am the breath in the winter air that reminds you you’re alive.
I am the chill that wakes you from delusion.
I am the clarity that comes when the fire dies down and the lies stop burning.
You may fear me.
You may misjudge me.
But you will not erase me.
I am the frost.
And I endure.
And
We should not be here
in the first place:
in last place
in the worst space.
This Earth! The Disgrace!
But
should we be here
at the right time:
at due time
at the fine line.
This Life! The Great Race!
So
Save yourself: a piece
Of peace in one hand.
Still
Stick to what your gut
Would: want at one hand.
For
There is a proper place
for Everything:
A place to live,
And a place to die.
A place to love,
And a place to cry.
A place to borrow,
And a place to pay.
A place to day,
And a place to morrow.
A place to dance,
And a place to stand.
A place to fall,
And all and all is all the same!
A place to start,
And a place to step.
A place to stop,
And a place to stay.
A place to speak,
And a place to cease.
A place to be in
And a place to keep in.
A place to breathe,
And a place to beat.
A place to race
And place to place as all the same!
All
Is closer than you think.
Everything is there.
A proper place
for Everywhere.
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