They are no!
They earn o!
They should rather know!
Kudos, you may show! O you!
You can be you see
You must try or you will cry
Things you like to do
You can too
So don,t sitting around being feel
Blue
This is no lie
LIFE IS DO OR DIE
my cat had wondered why
whether he would do or die
my poem is new type
never want to hear you gripe
have to hear the hype
9,000 poems have surpassed
must have heard my forecast
Infinity will be my last
when cat would flip her lid
her goat had another kid
when cat would romp and stomp
had been strangled in a swamp
when in circles cat went around
bigger ones were to be found
cat had been bitten by a waif
in a swamp ended up safe
cat came up with solution
people try to avoid the pollution
when cat had been hard corps
left and not back anymore
when cat would fall fast asleep
pile of sheep did become deep
cat would be faced by a beast
apartment with him was leased
while cat would hear beckon call
he had slipped in shower stall
In place of cat you can use anything
in their place.
Same goes for him, his, he, and
he's and her, her's, see, she, she's
and it.
Drowning in a whiskey river,
The current pulls me under.
All alone, my head is swimming,
Oblivious to my blunder.
I try to rise to my feet,
But only stagger like a clown.
A sad effort to cross the room,
Only to find myself face down.
Still haunted by a broken heart,
Alas, there'll be no tomorrow.
As I gasp my final breath,
The lights go out on my sorrow.
do
apply, participate
accomplishing, practicing, performing
execution, complete, termination, decease
perishing, expiring, succumbing
moribund, mortal
die
Date written: 03/07/2023
when the sun hangs low into the sky
and evening sends her shivers
softly down your spine
it is time to recollect your thoughts
does he love me does he not
lost between the daisy and the rose
you feel like you have lost your pose;
Waiting for the morning dawn
waiting for his casting crown of glory
Arms long to touch, hearts longs to love
when the sun hangs low in the crimson sky,
its either do or die.
Born in the same hospital as Victory,
A set record and enviable history;
For the benefit of the Self- Deceived,
With the gloves of the same midwife received
And in case another tries to lead one astray,
He from victory but a cot away!
Both blokes the achievement of the same maternity,
Between the two an infant-rooted fraternity.
From the Do-or- Die Sprouts, staggering skill
And from him a conqueror’s rare will
Yet, from him also, the foulest rough play
Besides terrible things one mustn’t say.
After a defeat judged upsetting
Starts a battle with cascading tears
And for a performance ruled irritating
Eyes as deadly as spears.
The Do-or-Die Athlete could make The Alive The late
Enough water for the blood-smeared hands of Pilate.
Broken and wounded with a bleeding heart,
And still gasping for breathe,
She forced out a smile and muttered something,
But that wasn’t my name,
An identity
The name sounds strange,
Undeniably, I was the only one there with her.
She asked,
“Will you die for me the day I will be sepulchered?”
No, I came to the world alone and can’t die for you,
A vehement answer
And again,
She beckoned on me to follow her,
Perhaps, there is a secret to be revealed,
I complied but didn’t see her as a wanderer,
She is mysterious
A couple of blocks away from where we stood,
A bright light flashed on a pavement littered with skulls,
Bones, diamonds, treasures, pen and papers,
She said, “Choose, it’s a do or die affair”
It was then I realized
That the war to become a prolific legend has just begun.
When barked out condemnation
hits the ear of those who'd die,
not a one who would stop playing do
would ever hope to try.
do or die
die for doing something better or worse!
worse for other!
for self rather better!
-October 09, 2018 Chattogram
its the way of the get to
you go to the store
and you know
that you must try
tho time you will cry
its the truth no a lie
its
DO OR DIE
its the way of the get to
you go to the store
and you know
that you must try
tho time you will cry
its the truth no a lie
its
DO OR DIE
My Snail
He sometimes' come about
In the heat of the night
A treat to my mouth
Yes, that is what it is all about
He is out of sight
Though he doe's seem
Too pout
And when it is time
For dinner to come out
He is my favorite garnish
Sometimes' with Trout
Thou he is my friend
Strictly to the end
When it comes to the menu
I just can't wait to let him in
Again, and again and again
GF
The reason being, “do or die”
When leadership has failed
No longer can sleeping dogs lie
While the masses feel impaled
When leadership has failed
Helplessness becomes the norm
While the masses feel impaled
They act in fashion true to form
Helplessness becomes the norm
Until a rally cry is heard
They act in fashion true to form
All who care must hear the word
Until a rally cry is heard
No longer can sleeping dogs lie
All who care must hear the word
The reason being, “do or die”
Sep 01 2010 For Jared's pantoum contest
a half-done soup
of demon-crazy convicts
with deceptive spoons!
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