ACQUIRED COLLECTIONS-:-
harmonic
valued
exemplary
naturally
assembled
as SIMPLE LIVE IDEAS
recapitulated
shared
principles
ranging
free
as INTEGRATED CONCEPTS
re-interpreted
integral
signs
paradoxically
presented
EXEMPLARY ILLUSTRATIONS-:-
complimentary
accepted
thinking
conceptually
brief
but CONCEPTUALLY CIRCUITOUS
intervening
extreme
agendas
fervidly
proclaimed
beneath PRECEDENT
driven
inevitably
varied
shattering
originality
ILLUSTRATED REALITY
prevailing
stylistics
beliefs
usher
afresh
meaningful
enhancements
in
consequential
&
exemplary
substratum
deriving
significant
genuine
re-orientation
evidenced
by
incipient
documented
but
contradictory
variety
When I became a passenger bound.
With you in this way,
My engine coughed a mournful sound,
With a dim warning on the array
A check light soon blazed; your orange warning sign,
My future is futile and stark,
I feared the road, the desire to journey was no longer mine,
You could have just left me, alone in the dark
But you, you shone, a guiding grace,
beacons dispelling doom,
Your high beams lit my weary face,
And chased away this mind's lowly gloom
You showed me paths I couldn't see,
Beyond doubt and fear,
Destiny belongs to me,
A reason to be here
The road stretched out,
a silver thread,
Unfurling in the light,
Purpose had been gently led,
Burned ever clear; exemplary bright
You changed my sparkless perspective
Becoming a repair so effective
My soul now lives by directive
As your happiness became our collective
Feeling loved, now we drive on,
The engine hums like new,
I'm a passenger, where hope's our bond,
Because I traveled with you
Keeto the apple of my eye,
Centre of attraction, smart yet shy,
The little diamond - handsome and naughty,
A new milestone- my baby prince turns 40!
Creeping into mom and my heart,
Always loved and admired though far apart,
Champion in golf, colorful in art,
Keeto! My little star is class apart!!
Full of empathy and very humble,
Smart and stunning, yet so simple,
With soft blue eyes that always sparkle,
With a cute smile he flashes those dimples!
Exemplary and radiant like the sun,
Keeto my precious gem is second to none,
Versatile and talented rolled into one,
Admired, cherished, adored & envied by everyone.
Born from my heart, to my mum he is a son,
Shining bright like the midnight sun ,
He is a superstar, pumpkin photo award he won,
He is extra ordinary , my scottish little one..
Reaching a new milestone, on a new journey he embarks,
Leaving his footprints on different landmarks,
With exuberance he defines benchmarks,
Well aware ,CEO position for him is earmarked
On his Ruby Jubilee today,
Mom and Rima from far away,
From our hearts where he stays,
We shout loud Keeto Happy Birthday!!!
Love really exists
Caring reciprocal love
Father, children, happy family...
Father of the earth, you are beautiful
created in magnificence
graciously gifted by God
to give yourself to your children in love!
Father, exemplary man, strong
husband and royal protector,
crucial support and support...
Gently but attentively,
father warns; daughter, don't play at the table!
"Father, I'm recording, I'm not playing."
Calm, transparent pond...
ducklings learn to swim!
Father duck, watch carefully...!
Every father, patiently
like a mother similarly
of his children is a teacher
It's only temporary.
Your glorious return will be exemplary.
Yes! A golden example of what can happen when you don't quit.
God's proof that you and your talent are legit.
This minuscule setback...
It only sets the stage for your epic comeback.
Never mind the chatter.
You and your heart know it's only clatter.
Noise. Mere frivolous noise of no measure.
But deep inside your soul dwells a magnificent treasure.
Now, go and rise from the wrack.
Out into the beautiful vastness away from lack
Onward to abundance
Escape the chains of cumbrance
Setback to come back
Back!
Back!
Just like that
Thank you O sea,
For the untiring music of your waves,
For the rolling of your rollers,
Thank you O sea
for your music so refined,
This music softens the soul,
His sight soothes the poet
Console the painter ,
Thank you O sea
For your music,
For your mighty storms,
Merci Debussy
For your symphonic poem,
Thank youO sea
For your overflowing imagination,
For your writers, generous
Homer to Baudelaire, to Hugo,
Thank you O sea,
For all your colors,
For horizons surrounded by foam
For the sunny south of ancient Greece,
For your date palms,
Thank you O sea, for your example,
For the exemplary flight of seagulls,
For the frigate, white terns
For the quiet schooners,
Who anchor in the atolls
Thank you the sea,
For your illuminated ships
In the port of Brest,
For each oysters savored,
Thank you O sea, for your gifts
Your travels to America
You are the soul of the world
the source of my thoughts.
Mr. President, you have fought bravely,
The world has witnessed you eclipsing your fear and obstacles.
Do not rest. There's miles to go.
The world asks you to be an exemplary leader
The shimmering light of hope.
This day was an ultimate goal
Look ahead and dream possibilities for America and the world.
Unleash your abilities and make this world a better place, may peace rain in the Middle East, Ukraine, Asia, and Africa.
Mr. Donald John Trump, Congratulations on your 47th presidency.!!
Go and be a solution to the world.
By Chanda Katonga.
loyal to a fault and so much more
than just another canine
leading an exemplary life
eager to be by our side
doing her utmost best
always willing to serve
no whining or whimpering
ready for adventure
keen at every turn
eager to please and fiery
dauntless and ever vigilant
never shying away from love
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2025
She is sitting idle, pondering about life,
thinking the aim is not just to survive.
Trying hard to follow the theory,
'live every moment and don't worry.'
She thought doing this would be very easy,
thus judged those who were not exemplary.
But realized, like money, success doesn't grow on trees.
Have to look for new paths, opportunities to seize.
She perceived, have to work hard day and night,
bleed from her palms until she gets that thing right.
Comprehended, everyday getting up is a fight,
but watching the sunrise is also a delight.
She now understood, life treats all equally,
some have guts to accept, others beg and plead.
Now it's up to her who she wants to be,
a brave soldier or a cry baby.
Learnt, life's utterly brutal, doesn't even have a sequel.
It means there was never scope for suspense,
have a happy ending or terrible one with many amends.
A Mother Theresa Quote:
“If you judge people, you have no time to love them.”
She, a Loreto sister of great value a Saint in old Calcutta
took a train ride in 1946, and found her true calling
As a teacher and an exemplary woman of the world,
she healed and fed the sick like a true Angel of God;
never worry about the numbers
a true Saint never slumbers
be a bolt of lightning, thunder *
Awarded a Nobel prize in 1979 for her great works
she also suffered from sadness and often prayed to Jesus
"Please help me spread thy fragrance wherever I go !"
Penetrate my being Lord make me a radiance of thine
charity begins in Rome
never leave a poor one alone
send all the demons home
Get on your knees and pray and mean what you say
Those Holy hands did much more than just pray
they touched the wounds of the sick and healed
God's children, as if they were her very own.
SENSES
exemplary
anecdotes
in
memorabilia
particularly
impressive
&
prominent
symbolized
by
the
immovable
in
selfless
love
explicit
with
ambivalence
&
devotion
a
recast
narrative
highlighted
in
flux
a
listening
dilemma
TENSIONS
so
destructive
can enthrall
&
fufill
become
lyrical
spaces
mysterious
&
magnificent
reflected
symbols
in a
scattered
awareness
oblique
&
unusual
optically
true
pictorially
simple
contours
isolated
&
an
emotional
gathering
in
a
spiritual
panorama
Grass is a taut crew;
They stand at attention
As soldiers do
With orders from the sun -
Never having thoughts
That their purpose is trite
Or any nagging doubts
Or need of strife.
How admirable their rank -
How exemplary their queue -
I whispered to one blade -
Living as they do.
** A Poetry Avalanche **
Goodness! Lord!
I’m on a roll this morning!
The poetry keeps coming —
nearly torturing!
My keypad arm and fingers are
alrady so tired…
It’s as if
The address of poetry were
On fire!
— With every poem present there
retreating
From the inspirations wrought from
burning memories, preferring
The refreshing lure of
allegories and fairy tales
to aid my creating.
There are still three more hours
Marked off in my planner to turn
Words into exemplary verses.
However, ink now covers every page
Printed out, such that all my papers
appear all scribbled and smeared.
So, I’ve quit scrawling in this diary
And brought my markers out, to kneel
Down here and write
All over
Across our living room’s floor!
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/27/2023
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