While all around, small battles rage
My battlefield, this blood stained page
With sword in hand, I've stabbed and slashed
Through foes and fears, yet unabashed.
Some fights I choose, some fights choose me
All test resolve, to live carefree
My armor of scars, faith as my guide
Fearless I fight, with God by my side.
By Daniel Turner
Together fearless
A faithful friend by my side
Braving the night
AP: 3rd place 2026
the hawk
raptor sometimes called
black death or stealthy fighter
hawk owns names proudly
hawk
hawk soars above clouds
then dives fearlessly toward prey
clever is the hawk
When the aching intensity of indecision
Nails your feet grasping to the buckling floor
And your outstretched arms are too weak to fight,
Summon courage from the flailing, swirling air.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When fear has curdled what’s left of your brain
And no passage of time will ease the pain
And you’re sitting in darkness with no means to fight,
Summon inner wisdom from your beating heart.
Gather yourself and lean into Light.
When the circle is shrinking; no friends left in sight
And you sit alone on the sharp edge not knowing what’s right
And you rail at the darkness, both fists in the air
Summon your anger at what brought you there.
Gather your courage, return to the fight.
Reach for Power and lean into the Light.
It’s all an illusion, a mere trick of self-deception.
Stop telling yourself you are powerless and small.
In every atom of your body, every song of your Soul
Power rises and falls as you summon and call.
You have all you need. You are streamlined for flight.
Reach for Power and lean into Light
She sought comfort in dead of night
Embracing its silence with grace
She danced to natures music
Letting the beat move her like poetry
Her arms swayed with the wind, fluid in motion
She found solace in the moonlight
it was her spotlight
The rhythmic sounds the trees made
rivers beating at a heartbeat all there own
She found comfort in the dead of night
faithful freedom frisks
flush fear fast flawlessly fly
forge fortify face
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peerlessly
paint poetry peaks
portals pop
plant poppies ~
peacocks, penguins, panthers pray
powerful peace pierce
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{A Quick Exercise for Beginner Meditators to Focus on Fearlessness}
sit in easy pose observing chin
through closed eyes inhale deeply
suspend breath~ hold~ recite
i am bountiful blissed
breath exhalation
inhale~hold~recite
beautiful am i
hold
exhale
let go of breathe
mentally recite
fearlessly excell fearlessly excell
For all the girls in Potchefstroom
I am the Protea of Potchefstroom, a firce,
firm, frankly ferocious fortress of female force
I am a relic of Rhenosterfontein royalty, a robust, resilient, regal ruler of the landscape.
My heart is made of unbreakable stone, yet I
nourish all who come into my powerful, protective orbit.
My leaves are sharper than wit, and my beauty cuts right to the core of your very soul.
I am the definite determined, dazzling diamond in Potchefstroom's strong, serene crown.
While he ride from day one, it seems strange.
Some think of journey, money exchange...
But when he stops not,
People see how hot
His burning passion, money can't change!
He was totally mad in mystery;
Beyond reasoning, maybe for history.
What must have led him,
To birth such odd whim
That enthroned an outstanding bravery?
All the way from Benue down Lagos,
Bearing his dream in mind like a cross;
Without an applause,
Yet critic withdraws
Doubts that his efforts would be a loss.
Sun passed its ray to moon's reign, inspect...
The fearful night's harms one could expect
To take over night
With its dreadful might,
Beyond what cationing could protect.
Eventually sail through fear's mirror,
Though each daring night- a severer
Stands to stop his mind,
To dare dream so blind...
Moving close to him like it's nearer.
Be fearless- don't just dream, stand for it;
Not just the good but all clueless ,
Mortal sets to storm...
Your way through its form-
Defines how strong being, fearlessly fit.
Borrowed words, a line from Mary Shelley, Frankenstein:
“Beware, for I am fearless, and therefore, powerful”
I have crumbled mountains, that were once molehills
I have heard the fretful cry of my child, midst thunder
I have missed sleep to hold a sick friend's hand
I have read stories, told imaginary stories, invented games
broken up fights, yelled at games, organized parties
driven miles, decorated cars, made costumes
watched play practice, watched Amateur Night
I have added numbers, multiplied fractions, read paragraphs
taught dancing, thrown baseballs, given advice
I have mended with patches, band aids and words of love
I will walk distances, if I am needed
and I have never learned to say goodbye without tears
I am Woman
It is said that after every hardship there comes ease,
It’s true, but what about the struggle they faced?
They gazed for help, but people stand amazed,
They were crying, starving, and cried for help.
The ship sailed with food, water, and hope in their heart,
But who knows ahead there are hurdles in their path?
They are crying, but tears also dried up with thirst,
People’s hearts are filled with hate and revenge,
Stones are softer as they break when it rains.
Humans are the most productive and constructive creature on Earth,
But also the most destructive — as they build a building or destroy it.
They make a promise or break it,
They share, but claim on something that is not theirs.
And when they fail in doing so,
They destroy generations, families, and a whole country.
A man-lion, striving at his best,
Begets home a lot of fortune.
Fate giveth on its own behest,
A coward croons pretty soon.
I’ll fight the fate and do my best
To make some odd things opportune,
Even then should I not succeed,
Who can fault me indeed?
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Translation |28.09.2025| fate, fight, fortune
Note: Ottava Rima (AB/AB/AB/CC), based on a Sanskrit Subhaashhitam transliterated as under:
Udyoginam purusha-simham upaiti lakshmi,
Daivena deyam iti kaapurushaa vadanti ||
Daivam nihatya kuru paurisham aatma-shaktyaa,
Bale krte yadi na sidhyati kah atra doshah ||
A single spark lights up the darkest night,
and lifts our timid hearts to fearless flight.
It hums where doubts lie,
a little flame that we can call our own.
One spark can turn the shadows into light.
An empty room filled
with silence,
I want to remain,
I want to dream more.
The wind pushes
the window wide
open filling the room,
no longer empty;
yet, nobody’s there,
dark, cold, empty,
middle of nowhere on top
of a hill. I can't fly
like the flower petals over
there. I step outside,
and lay on grass under
a sky filled with stars.
Maybe I can't
reach the sky, but
I want to stretch
my hand out
and still try.
The stars remain eternal.
As I walk north,
I continuously walk
among this darkness.
My happy memories haunt
me and question my
choices. I too wonder
what will become
of me, yet
I still want to struggle,
not knowing
which path to take,
I now consider this
my fate,
times of sink or swim,
life surrounded
by hardships, but
I cannot give up,
this is my fight.
Maybe I can never fly
to the sky of stars far
out of my reach, but
I still want to try.
Its only night,
the morning always
comes,
a long journey awaits me.
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