Live in peace
Never distract
To things within
Life is simple
To simple people
Have high hopes
Hope leads you
To go head start
Expect the sun
Shines tomorrow
But work for today
Things reap next day
To enlighten every heart
Life's cold in winter
But smile warming hope
Spring will come
And the flowers
Will bloom themselves.
Hottie
Handsome happy hunk
Honest Huggable heartthrob
Hotties have high hopes
Infatuation
Infatuation
Interested intensely
Innocence indeed
Joyous
Joyous jumping jack
Judicious juggler joker
Joins jumbo jet job
24.7.2020
Either Think Positive Or Not At All
We just don't want to get hung up on others hang ups;
Indiscretions and sins are those of the one committing them; I don't like being penalized for someone else's problems and hang ups.
It is a shame that parts of our sick society have become even sicker. I have high hopes for the new millennials. If we can't think positive, we shouldn't be allowed to think at all.
Jim Horn
I am a man just like any other.
Currently living with my father and mother.
I have high hopes for the future ahead.
Things I dream of whilst lying in my bed.
I am on course to complete a degree in IT.
Though it’s still uncertain what the future may be.
With my mathematical mind, it was easy to learn.
A positive mind always says, "Yes, I can".
All I know is that the future is in God's hands.
And as we go on, it all depends.
Whether I trust God, depending fully on him.
Or I have confidence in man, to complete my dream.
This is my poem, Tawanda Muzavazi is my name.
There are many with that name, but trust me we are not the same.
So, until next time, this is all I had to say
Goodday.
We all have high hopes
As we step on the wagon
With the band playing
Grab the tail of the dragon
Not really knowing
What we are needing
Where we are going
When we are leaving
Just when we get there, hoping
Not everything's broken
Tripping the light
Of the fandango
What's the big fuss
Why can't we let go
Paying the fair
On what should be free
Instead mostly care
You about you and me about me
This far into game I was hoping
Everything wasn't broken
Used to we'd all
Come up to the line
The same one we've learned
To step over in time
No matter which side
We all take a beating
With nowhere to hide
In our time of grieving
Either direction, coming or going
Seems these days, everything's broken
You have high hopes
For your kids
To grow up and
"Learn the ropes."
Then they grow
And soon you know
If this kid is
Gonna go.
Go to the moon,
Go far and soon
Their dreams take
Flight and soar.
They roar like lions,
Soar like eagles
To treetops.
chaos in my house
"ugly" flowers on the window sill
chaos in my house
i "have enough" to pay my bill
music is "not" playing
i am howling at the moon
total "darkness" outside
only two hours after noon
"i am not expecting guests"
i'll eat the bbq all "raw"
and while there is no order
i'm going to break another law
i gave birth to my parents
some time after i died
it was not weird to say this
i have no clue why
i will probably win this contest
but i will NOT send my entry in
i am asking for forgiveness
without admitting that i've sinned
i am a "pessimist" by nature
i have High Hopes to stay this way
it is too cold in summer time
and in my car a/c works very "well"
this is the last sentence
in a poem that "don't" even rhyme
my grammar is correct
25:01 is the time...
i am lying to you, honest!
i am sure i spelled everything "wrong"
i hope this makes you "cry"
after all chaos and order can get along
Nights So Love-locked In Your Arms
Nights love-locked into your arms
breathing in all of your charms
A spell cast to set love ablaze
we lost into epic, romantic haze
You gave its greatest gift, bliss
thanking heaven I did not miss
The sweetest ever enduring kiss
in my dreams I often reminisce
Rested within your lover's trust
heart's deepest desire, a must
Songs that sang us both asleep
memories we shall forever keep
Memories flood out this the best
love surviving each and every test!
Robert J. Lindley, 09-24-2014
note: Decided to share here my poem for today, a sonnet,
the one I write every day on paper for my darling wife.
This one being so tame and pg I can do this..
Hope you may enjoy reading this heartfelt write..
She will read this after her 12 hour shift today at the
hospital. I have high hopes she asks me to frame this
one too. The "tames ones" she asks me to frame but
never the very racey, so very deeply intimate ones. lol
She demands those always stay private..
Battle of Gettysburg day two.
My hands are numb and my shoulders shake with the cold.
I sit on my **** in the cold damp grass,
the campfire does nothing to warm this situation.
It just cracks and spits at the damp wood.
Hardly a word is said and yet my
mind is full of screaming and shouting.
If I pissed myself once this day
I did it four or five times,
never has my cock leaked so much
yet I haven"t sh@t in days.
Food is low but moral is good
and we all have high hopes
for tomorrows battle.
I am under Pickett"s charge
yet my mind is wild
and my heart seems to over beat,
there is a knot in
my stomach the size
of my fist,
so I think
of home
to calm down.
Virginia.
I watch my mother
hanging out
washing with
her thin hands.
I gulp and wonder
if I shall see her soon.
She died three
years ago.
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