The Beauty Of Life is the Determination to Carry The Resolve
To Commit to do ALL You can to ensure that you leave this world
Better than You Met It.
To try your utmost to do at least One Good Deed Every Dat.
To Promote Love not hate, to help to heal or mend rather than destroy.
Any destruction and hatred must be of whatever is bad, whatever is Evil.
To Project a smile rather than a grimace.
To portray friendliness not hostility.
To be kind and hospitable.
To be willing to forgive.
To be willing to see the good and not to be cursing, but show appreciation.
To be willing to see the bad and to curse about it, fearlessly.
It sat on the table from morning to twilight,
A cup they shared,
But now it belongs to one.
It remains on the table until the rising sun.
We don’t know who we are when we are apart.
Friendliness and love seem like a meadow of colourful and radiant petals.
Yet when we come together under one roof,
We begin to stay aloof.
A shared cup is a shared dream,
Streams flowing into a river,
But sometimes there’s an obstruction,
Creating a pathway for construction.
A glass half empty sits on his table.
He still awaits her.
He empties the cup when the day is done.
A routine he followed for a while until he was gone.
June 13, 2026.
Nette Onclaud,
All That Glass Poetry Contest.
a giraffe walked through swirliful whirliful water
his feet on the softly sea floor
his head above the waving wooshy waves
it was all neck and legs in between
as he ferried from isle to isle
those on his back were holding their breath
the lion, the tiger, the chimp and gnu
getting off to a new sandiful beach
the giraffe then went back to fetch the rest
and finally all their bags too
while on this fresh and sunniful isle
the animals roamed and explored
an elephant and rhinoceros
picked a pictureful plentiful place
and laid a blanket down
they then all assembled at the hamper they brought
for a picnicful feast, of course
the giraffe then stood up
he had to go back again
the rhino had forgotten the sauce
so all upon a dayliful day
when mice played with zebras and snakes
hippos danced with crocodiles
and antelopes ran with bears
every animal was animalful
paw in hoof in claw
on isles and lands under a givingly sun
where greatliful animals roam
heartful smiles and friendliness
and then the giraffe took them home
When you're going through
the monotony of
everyday life
There may become
times when you
feel down
Boredom strikes
You think you're
a rat in the wheel
going through the motions
All the while
trying to keep
your composure,
your head above water
Then your friend appears
drags you out
of your doldrums
with compassion and empathy
companionship, friendliness
and a lust for life- - - - -
What A Blessing!
Admiring your actions from afar, questioning my love for you
In love with your laughter and smile for others, wishing your caring personality was towards me.
Thoughts of you run through my head, causing my eyes to go blind
My loyalty is stronger than what my heart can handle, afar from you, who is able to handle any obstacle
The eyes of others are different from mine afar, looks of curiosity and friendliness on the outside
My love will flow like dandelions, once flowing with love and admiration can break apart and fly
Changing my desperation and deciding to be free and blown, but the stem of hurt and admiring afar with never leave me behind
My seeds have been blown away from the harsh pain
Get one's self entry into happiness.
That's deliberate, Straight forward,
User friendliness and Simplistic.
Happiness isn't glimpses for love in
The wrong places nor people and things.
Whilst all the moment in time existed inside
the writer.
Simple living, small pleasures of daily life easy
As ABC.
Stark emptiness fills my perfume bottle,
The vacuum in my vacuity,
Negligence swills it beyond the dottle,
To leave my mind bare of acuity.
For many days its void of content speaks,
But its endurance keeps my freshness plump,
Compliments make its vast emptiness squeaks,
Yet it exhales resentment from its pump.
My shirts already miss its friendliness,
Noses beg to sniff its unique sweetness,
Stale air asks to reclaim lost cleanliness,
Its presence ensures far-reaching neatness.
Importance is etched upon your label,
How I so much miss your fresh aroma,
Your sweet tale cannot be told as fable,
The freshness you bring can't end in coma.
Some haunt me pleasantly,
Using the grains of dewy silence that speak loudly
Within the long, grey halls of history.
I recline on such images with smiles I borrow from
The penetralia of my soul and skin.
Behind them come lean trees denuded by the swift
Gales of re-greened winters that celebrated
Friendliness in the course of wondrous seasons.
I peer deeply at them, genuflecting to Time
For its abundance of grace and reflections.
A spell of the past descends generously on me,
Navigating genially through the winding routes of
General ancestry.
They must be black, with the silhouettes I crave —
And white —with the silky mildews that glue together
Dispersed unity of the fragile present.
They transport me back to where I should have
Been but couldn’t be, through the nostalgia for
Where I was —only on sufferance.
Noli me tangere
The elderly man with sad brown eyes
Sat on the terrace looking at the sea
Unable to face up to his many failures
He fantasizes and overestimates the
A few times, he was a success
Neighbors thought of him as harmless
Until someone tried to take advantage
Of his friendliness
But they were met with the coldness from
His icy silence left him alone
The old man doesn’t know he is cruel
He sees his manner as a self-defense
He is, he thinks, the ultimate survivor
I stare timidly into the softly lit mirror,
Its gaze staring back at me unrecognizable.
I've been told this person is my friend,
But its reflection paints a different picture.
Its mixture mixes a mess of colors I never thought go together anyway.
A bit ghostly.
I trace its outline carefully -
A bump here, a dent there, extra padding everywhere -
So pathetically unfamiliar to me.
So frightening
to me....
To me
to me
to me
to me
Why does no one else seem to see
What I see?
What I see...
I've been told is my friend.
But friendliness bodes forbidden,
Foreign between the eyes of those destined to be one.
When will I learn my body is my friend?
Who honestly teaches that anyway?
I say honestly purposefully.
Lies, all lies.
You see it, don't you?
I don't even need to explain for you to know.
That's how low this show has gone.
I need help unmasking and redefining
this
festering,
fatal
phenomenon.
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There are firsts in life
you should strive to do,
like saying “hello” first
or “how are you?”
Extend your hand first
and offer a smile,
making friendliness your natural style.
When relaying a compliment,
be sincere…
Let strangers know
they are welcome here!
And, since we all make mistakes
no matter how long we live,
it will serve your heart well
when you’re first to forgive.
At every stage of my life
Christmas has been the happiest season;
and I don't need to look very far
to figure out the reasons.
Christmas encompasses many of the things
that I think of as good:
sharing, togetherness, family, celebrating -
simple pleasures we've all understood.
A pervasive aura of good will and giving,
with smiles and laughter - faces shine.
For a short time at least only friendliness prevails,
peace and kindness, a world benign.
In a world where things are increasingly tense,
Christmas may not, at times, make much sense.
But there's one thing about it where I have no doubt:
Christmas is something the world can't do without.
The distinction is of no relevance
It is one and the same in my eyes.
Lime, Forest, Hunter and Mint Green ;
Sage, Seafoam, Olive and Pea Green;
Emerald, Jade, Chartreuse and fen Green;
Verdigris, Celadon and Spruce Green;
One truth remains: it is Green.
It represents nature and harmony,
A symbol of refreshness and renewal,
A beacon of eco-friendliness and sustainability.
It calms my nerves and breathes serenity,
It projects growth, abundance and prosperity.
It raises the bar of optimism and hope,
A full, balanced meal for my emotional stability.
Time and again, i find myself at the crossroads of uncertanity.
The room before me houses two colours,
Each holding the unknown.
I tremble at the thought of meeting the unexpected.
With the keys in my hands and my name stamped on its doors,
I stand still, like a tree in the absense of wind.
I contemplate the quantity and quality of the ingredients i mixed,
were they enough to warrant the colour that i seek?
FRIENDSHIP DAY SAYS....
Friendship genises, not by just shaking a friend's hand ….
But, it extends , by attaching his mind to its full band….
Friendly feeling scratch, not by aligning information…
But,it creche and catch all range of friendly emotion….
Friends bejoy their earthy life ,by friendliness promotion…
And, they enjoy their sruthy of next life, before their cremation…
Love has its own tangibility war…
But, friendship is beyound physical bar….
Some say love is blind...
I say,true friend is always kind…
Mingled with the rural soil of Nazareth, he laboured
He played with the rustics, who were quarrelsome yet loving.
Farmers, carpenters, ironsmiths, weavers, and the shepherd
These were teachers from whom wisdom, like clear streams, flowed, gushing
He pondered along the coast of the Sea of Galilee.
Where the breeze amalgamated with saline sea scent blew
Where fishermen's strife had been a daily reality
In him, the friendliness of the sea folks, day by day, grew.
He found the philosophies and theologies of books
Put into practice by the Rustics in thoughts, words, and deeds
The affluent, on the other hand, seemed cunning and crooks.
Nature held them all in equipollence, mending their creeds.
Each herb, shrub, plant, tree, bloom, fruit, and weed imparted him wisdom.
He drew, by his love, each creature towards Abba's kingdom.
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