Success Into Poems | Examples
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Chiffonade
Basso Continuo Bolero.
The term "procreate"
refers to the act of reproducing,
meaning to have children or
offspring. If you are middle-aged
and wish to procreate, it means
you desire to have children later in life,
which may present some unique
challenges and considerations.
While it's possible to have children
later in life, fertility can naturally
decline, particularly in women,
as they get older.
Here's a more detailed look:
a hoax that owes their existence,
as well as their l
striking blue color
The human intellect itself has
evolved to contribute
to reproductive success.
Countertenor and.Fagotto.
Above-Board;Atwixt
conflicts sorted through
gettin ready for a Baby making
Getting the night ready for you!
DO NOT STAY GENTLE INTO THAT SHELL
Do not stay gentle into that shell,
Old age and death sails to snatch your day;
Wake up against the quenching bell,
For many will think the dark is theirs to sell,
Because time has failed to open the heap of their bay,
Do not stay gentle into that shell.
Great men with great talent, now the wail in hell,
If they had had, the legacies would in silence pray,
Wake up against the quenching bell,
Wise men, who had their gifts in use and so well,
And now too late, they’ve chided with grief on way,
Do not stay gentle into that shell.
Grave men, rot with these gifts, I’m sorry to tell,
With great minds and ideas not heard, what I have to say,
Wake up against the quenching bell.
And you my comrades, with gifts and wisdom, I quell,
Pull out and do the unimaginable now and not to play,
Do not stay gentle into that shell,
Wake up against the quenching bell.
When truth she swears, to ear alert to hear,
though lies she plies in patterns she can weave.
When stars you seek with eyes to suit a seer,
fake love she vows, to hearts that will believe.
When hope she sells, on drawings for the soul,
though no applause she cheers for roads you take.
When loud you hear the bell of success toll,
her vengeful tongue will wag, make no mistake.
Yet, when her rippling deluge drowns the brain.
recall the throbbing taste of her first kiss.
Then when her promise fails you once again,
escape into life, do not reminisce.
So, from the sweet of nature swill a taste,
let not, the rest of life such sweetness waste.
06.28.21
“Life isn't finding shelter in the storm. It's about learning to dance in the rain.”
Sherrilyn Kenyon (author)
Into the sky
I go this time
I soar to heights
Beyond earth’s lights
I feel the rush
Emotions thrust
I see our flight
Let me be right
Without your touch
This world’s not much
I need to feel
And know you’re real
Until I see
You holding me
I dream of thus
For that I must
Hope of emotion
Beyond magic potion
Fill my veins
Consume my brain
Give me no pain
To go insane
The longing part
Tears me apart
I need the drug
This thing called love
I do hope
You also know
Success will be
I ache for thee....
October 16, 2020
All your positive purposes out negative.
The scheme to spur now stalling.
The speech’s structuring is all that matters.
Why not a moment take to think them through.
Before you blow my light within out
And scar my brain and heart forever
With weightless words sprinting smoothly off your tongue.
Centuries rapidly crawling by will render no remedy
To my shattered spirit hopelessly hovering the earth
Feeling insecure about my brain’s output
And leaving my self-image constantly contending my heart’s will.
About it, your brain must think thrice.
On yourself, in my shoes, test twice.
Then, only at me, orate once.
Certainly, all constructive words coming from you
Will in me impart zeal to attain success
With a smile at both ends.
After your words, after our success.
"I am the master of my fate",
I just hope that I'm not too late.
The way I've lived like "Dorian Gray",
You wouldn't know me from the fray.
The position that I've taken,
is one I should have forsaken.
That for centuries past it was known,
even the King could be overthrown.
Although today it's just as well,
not having wizards casting a spell.
we do have the ability,
to live a life that's truly free.
Though we are of our own fate masters,
we mainly avoid disasters.
Success is somewhat suggestive,
you don't have to be a detective.
Some say it's the money you make,
others say it's the love that you take.
I say it's the heart that you stake,
for there is only hollow in the fake!
date:2/4/2020
Like a wild fire the orange consumed the crimson;
Rolling over it like a spring tide with a mission;
The orange blazed in parking lots and in stands;
Adornment of the happiest fans in the land;
Backed by a powerful purple wave;
To the onslaught the elephant would eventually cave;
Then the orange flashed up and down the field;
And the crimson and white would have to yield;
The band blared the song that shook the entire land;
Evenings events transpiring better than planned;
The faithful fans chanted to the rag;
As soon the game was in the bag;
And the tide clan looked like crimson clowns;
As so many sad faces did abound;
Nothing could stop those orange pants;
And we all joined Dabo in a victory dance;
The domination was complete and all around;
On: The Day the Tigers Rolled into Town;
Written 20071004
Sadness slowly flows through my veins
The only way is a penalty
I ask myself why did I do it
What defeated the purpose in killing
Such disparity, vengeance I created
I look down at the reflection
How could I be such an animal
Staring at the face in the water
My final decision has been struck
I turned and looked at the surroundings
Police in sight at every corner
Thinking clearly, I must escape
I do not wish to spend my life behind iron bars Inside these prison walls evil lurking everywhere Something that holds you unaware of consciousness
I glance behind my shoulder nervously
Running faster...
step by step the men come
Bending my knees I dive deep into the water There was a soft whisper seeping through my ears
I listened to the voice speaking softly
I swim far deep to the other side of the river
I wait to see if someone is following
Nothing but the rushing water above
They were gone, no cops in sight or in view
I cheer quietly for my success
The victory of my escape
My appreciation from the voice in which I heard Exciting to remember the very words
"Swim into the falls."
You are gasping for breath
You nearly fell into a deep ravine
Someone is running after you
He is taking all the chances
For he do overtakes you
It could mean his mission accomplished
For you he trust to get is his success
But... for you it could never a trouble at all
As you are in a deep slumber
Into my lap, more than anyone dared to except you
For your journey is more than anything else
Immensely traversing happily and securely
Not a dream but in reality and prosperity!
Nobody can help but notice her gleaming hazel eyes.
Whoever disagreed to their beauty is a fool.
She stands a mere 5 feet tall.
As her virgin body takes it’s womanly shape, her beauty becomes more conspicuous.
Although within her eyes, her innocents’ will be everlasting.
Leaving a smudge from her history.
Reminding her of her altering beauty into an extraordinary astonishing woman.
She is so beautiful
Molded flawlessly, after all she is a child of God.
Her smile is extraordinary.
It expresses her happiness.
She deserves her happiness.
Her accomplishments are noticeable to those who are privileged to be apart of her life.
And taken within them, wishing her even better success.
As if nothing is never enough.
Striving for the best in everything she tries.
Never letting her own personal trial and tribulations cause her distress.
She is an inspiration.
She is MY inspiration.