Isn't there any shortcut to win?
Isn't there any problem that will not make my head spin?
Why everything I do becomes a blunder?
Every problem comes as if it is a blazing thunder.
Isn't it all of us complaining?
We blame God for all that is draining.
But have you ever noticed that calmness even if everything feels short,
Out of nowhere there comes invisible support.
Does it take one day for a flower to bloom?
Or does it take one day for a moon to fully gloom?
I takes time, right?
So why are you getting tight?
Wait ,work but don't stop because your time is yet to arrive,
Till then I believe you that you are enough capable to thrive.
There is no short way because greatness takes time,
Each day is shaping you for your prime.
No shortcut ever built a name,
No easy road ever won the game.
Time carves strength in silent pain,
So keep walking, you’ll rise again.
Once on a day of ice and cold
I set out to build my home a throne
Dead cold pricked my skin
And reminded me of its breath
I sat upon a polished rock of guilt
But that too wanted me dead
Through more nights and days then I could count
I built the best seat in man
Not gold it was made from, thorns and courage
Told stories of history to keep it intact
Alone late spring, it felt no longer hostile
Hopes and dreams sewn in a seat of roses
It smiled to me from a distance
And brought warmth to my home
My castle of history built on senile stone
Now turned into gardens of beautiful greens
The wind brushed my hair gently
And I felt the warmth of it hold me
And ask me my name.
by us had been built
quaint and very cozy quilt
which never would wilt
Someone once said,
"If opportunity doesn't knock,
build a door."
~ Milton Berle
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It Knocked, So I Built A Door
Building doors, and other construction,
That I performed
Was the most incredible opportunity
That I couldn't ignore.
I'm at a retired state now,
From being a carpenter stake
But it was such a great adventure
I had to take.
The building, like "Jesus did,
When God became Man."
Great profession it was in like kind,
That one could achieve in his mind.
If its indeed in your heart,
A passion that you possess.
You'll succeed there it's guaranteed,
A success!
Opportunity knocked again for me,
But in a place, I never thought I would be
In a field of study, different from before
In the literary world of creative writing,
Sometimes about doors.
So, here I sit, writing as I do,
The grandest of opportunities
That now displays to you.
A muse, if you wish, to me,
A product of options success.
Edited: May 22, 2023, 9:35 A.M. (EST)
He built a school
beautiful it was
Ghosts attended
by day
Pupils attended
By night
There are twenty four days
left to Christmas and already
small children dream of toys;
isn't there a better way
for them to forget the cold
and see some magic unfold?
Skinny Willy has built a snowman,
he's getting ready for a winter's tan;
his cheeks are turning red like strawberries,
but funny is his belly stuffed with jellybeans
and California sweet cherries...
he has shaken many trees!
He and Santa make a perfect pair,
munching on a delicious eclair;
oh, laugh skinny Willy: beware of naughty Billy...
he will knock down your snowman so quickly!
Skinny Willy has built a snowman
with a grim face and a funny chin;
all he wants is fast Christmas music and eat
mom's ginger cookies while swinging his long feet!
Written on 12/1/ 2016
I built a wall for death, you see-
So that no one would come and bother me.
I stepped onto the pebbled ground-
So that no one would come around.
I built a wall for sympathy-
So that no one would feel bad for me.
I stepped onto the brick of loss-
So that no one would pay my cost.
I built a wall for my enemy-
So that no one would allow victory.
I stepped onto the wooden barricade-
So that no one would lose the game I played.
I built a wall for tragedy-
So that no one could find my key.
I stepped onto the impediment-
So that no one would hide in my cement.
I build these walls for my
comfortable safety-
So that no one can feel
the pain I feel lately.
October 25, 2016
I built a house On Top of The World
Standing on the Earth
With the world beneath my feet
The stars were playing about me
No cheating, no deceit.
Health hazards were not dreamt of
No fighting nor disease
Everywhere i looked about
Was blue and green and peace.
No Russians, no Americans, no Indians or no race
The feeling of humanity has no such ugly face
There wont be any terror strikes nor will i see no wars
Moneys never needed here so i take a breath and pause.
Was I Gods chosen angel
Or just a lucky girl
With foundation deep in human soil
I built a house on Top of The World.
Poem by: Farrah Veronica Sinha
Built a fire on a frozen pond
Ice melted and cracked
I fell through and froze to death
Bt: Greg Stanley
I’ve built a wall.
Brick by brick… each made of hypocrisy, day to day living, colors of black and white….
I’ve built a wall.
I’ve built it in myself.
Stone by stone…
Each made of some menial task…
Each containing some meaningless moment…
yes, I’ve built this wall.
I’ve built it so high- that even I can not get over it.
Each brick and each stone, brings me closer to the opposite of resolution.
Damned myself. I’ve built a wall.
Chore by chore… minute to minute… each realistic
moment… building the wall higher and higher…
larger and larger…
- So that even I, can not see the sky any longer.
yes, I’ve built this wall.
Each stone of stone, mocks me deeper into despair.
Each brick, too smooth for footing – keeps me down.
I can not imagine, that I’ve built it alone.
But, I have.
Eventually, I will erupt within myself – a demolition of sorts …
maybe bring this wall down.
Down low enough, so that I may crawl over it to reach another side.
damn.
I’ve built a wall.
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