imagine the world, if we all did our part
if we lived everyday straight from the heart
what if our children were taught, not to take but to give
imagine the world, in which we could live
imagine true love, if there were such a thing
think of the peace and the joy it would bring
could we all hold hands and learn how to forgive
imagine true love, if we learned how to live
imagine your life, if there were more that would try
what if we could just see the truth and not hear the lie
could we move forward and learn how to grow
imagine your life, if we were all in the know
imagine the world, if all hope was gone
how would we live, how could we move on
would we live everyday with just hate in our hearts
imagine the world, if we never did our part
Life is a mystery,
It offers you a chance to make history..... (1)
Be ready to live Life boldly and fearlessly,
Failure is an opportunity to live Life more intelligently.................................... (2)
If you can conceive and believe,
You definitely can achieve................ (3)
Be ready to ideate, create and innovate,
Be ready to effortlessly collaborate..... (4)
Life is like a movie,
You can define your own climax,
Keep Believing,
Keep Pretending .............................. (5)
Believe in your dreams,
For failures are just tools to turn a disaster into an opportunity................................ (6)
Mind in a session
Life always testing
Choices have you stressin
Laying down seem like best option
But comes with depression
You feel oppressed
You wear a smile at its best
Walk talk and still feel laborious
A mask thats heavy you've had plenty of rest
Becomes to much you weary
Work becomes onerous
You forget who you are
You dread and try reach for a light in the dark
What started as bright sun like dims in afar vast emptiness, futility became a illness you know but refuse to except you hide but somehow the thought always ideate itself you know that you really don't know anything you just want the fracas in your mind to stop when will it stop your imprisoned in your own thoughts a torture that nobody can see or hear you fear speaking out cause society might cast you out and label you as mentally insane what options do you have people around you look at you and you wonder if they know what do they know more or less maybe it's just your low self-esteem but do you show it do they notice it even if you try your best to hide it can they look past the mask and see who you are or they also goin through it who knows can things change can my mind be considered sane...
Mind in a session
Life always testing
Choices have you stressin
Laying down seem like best option
But comes with depression
You feel oppressed
You wear a smile at its best
Walk talk and still feel laborious
A mask thats heavy you've had plenty of rest
Becomes to much you weary
Work becomes onerous
You forget who you are
You dread and try reach for a light in the dark
What started as bright sun like dims in afar vast emptiness, futility became a illness you know but refuse to except you hide but somehow the thought always ideate itself you know that you really don't know anything you just want the fracas in your mind to stop when will it stop your imprisoned in your own thoughts a torture that nobody can see or hear you fear speaking out cause society might cast you out and label you as mentally insane what options do you have people around you look at you and you wonder if they know what do they know more or less maybe it's just your low self-esteem but do you show it do they notice it even if you try your best to hide it can they look past the mask and see who you are or they also goin through it who knows can things change can my mind be considered sane...
Pisces
People who believe in zodiac constellation,
Ideate astrology, heavenly star divination,
Scientific or pseudo, faith is not blind,
Certainly a fish, one of benignant kind,
Ebullient wholesome, a fiery aquatic,
Sensitive and passionate, afloat optimistic !
Written on 5/7/14
Contest- Poem with a theme- zodiac sign
Sponsor- Leonora Gallinta
Awarded 1st place
Impulsive to a thunderclap jumped to end of life,
Countermanded, God sent him to my rescue,
Groping to survive with cinder in my zest,
Encumbered grief to enrapture, His genial ways to
embrocate,
Trenchant, I could ideate various hues of His
cosmos,
My voyage had not reached terminus as I lionise,
Eternal he vacilitates,conceive you may or may
not,
Have felt Him aboard each time in trouble,
How true that God bursts everywhere!!
The one for whom literati’s at quiet,
Mysterious, invisible could only imagine at sight,
Enchant beauty captivate hundred hearts,
Naïve glimpse can bewilder this world site,
The best Eden abode where thee dwell,
Essence with flipped pain might be well,
Beginning to end, hoped this to befell,
Cause intruder thoughts can’t be Quell,
The worth of whom is pre-written,
Won’t thou catch thee, with desultory walk in,
Endow of her to follow Almighty Will,
Synoptic praise of her is not hidden,
Will wed to a paradise women,
Blue eyes, fluffy cheeks and intact human,
Of which there be the distinct one,
Assumed to be with her, not an omen,
Ideate, if she put on silk attire,
Cosmos world burn to fire,
Enriched with pure affection and sublime beauty,
Of before worthless the charm of Hawaii pier.
M. Shahid H. Chouhdry
[email protected]
IF YOU WANT TO DO BETTER,
CHOOSE THE RIGHT THING,
GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER,
AND HEAR THE WAKE-UP CALL BELL RING:
WHY SOME WITH EYES CAN'T SEE?
NO ONE KNOWS.
FOOLS WITH LIMITED VOCABULARY,
RESORT TO INNUENDOES.
ELEVEN-FOUR-O-EIGHT,
HISTORY'S MADE.
ELECTED PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE,
BLACK MAN IS PRAISED.
BREAKIN' DOWN UGLY BARRIERS,
REPAIRING THE BREACH.
FUNDAMENTAL FAILURES,
HOPE IS NOW IN REACH.
BLACK, WHITE, YELLOW, RED,
GO & TELL A FRIEND.
STRIVE TO BE THE HEAD,
AND SET BEAUTIFUL TREND.
NOTHING COMES TO A SLEEPER,
ONLY A DREAM.
QUIT FLIRTIN' WITH GRIM REAPER,
JOIN THE RIGHT TEAM.
BE LIKE THE WONDER OF SPRING,
CREATE A DREAM LIST.
AND IF YOU FORGET EVERYTHING,
DO REMEMBER THIS:
GREAT MINDS IDEATE,
FUTURE LEADERS IN THE MAKING.
SMALL MINDS COMPLICATE,
CRIMINALS IN THE WAKING.
IF YOU WANT TO DO BETTER,
CHOOSE THE RIGHT THING,
GET YOUR MIND OUT THE GUTTER,
AND HEAR THE WAKE-UP CALL BELL RING.
For budding author, or storyteller,
a would be poet or bard.
To ideate, then put on paper,
for me is occasionally hard.
At this present time,
at Desktop Publisher I muse.
Probing my cerebrum,
for fruitful ideas to use.
I scratch my head and ponder,
I chew and meditate,
I contemplate and digest,
probing for reasons to celebrate.
I deliberate, then reflect,
and I mull but still can't see.
I speculate and study,
but rewarding thoughts aren't to be.
I imagine, and I consider,
then ruminate and weigh,
but alas I find no thoughts,
just synonyms today.
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