up up
you climb
down down
you fall
rise up
aim high
move on
dare more
your part
you play
dream big
gear up
kickstart
press on
run fast
speed up
reach goal
stand tall
shine bright
be glad
hope lives
life thrives
joy flows
heart soars
Memory of 2025 will depart
New Year 2026 will be a start
Start your inspirating engines
Be more inspired than ever before
Be positive and sure
Keep your words united and expand around
Know you can and will
Fulfill and pursue
Let that be you
Finish what you start
Begin with no depart
Commitment is a desire
Determined being confident
Let your past be your present
Lead, but never follow
Straight line into courage
The new year is about changes in your turnaround
Forward on
There is talent in all of us
Find yours being a must
2026, let it be embracing plus
Prosperous bounds
Accomplish with you being the sound
Turn struggles into advantage
The new year 2026 is a privilege
Offering you leverage
Be strong and hold steady
2026 wants you to be ready
Happy New Year 2026
Kickstart
Make your statement being a courageous mark.
A tune that’s doused in giocoso
will leave listeners with a full heart;
It bleeds with a rhythm staccato;
Fly guitar that’s not born to follow
joins forces that act like a kickstart;
A tune that’s doused in giocoso;
Sangere holding a melos with flow
throws that lyrical poisonous dart;
It bleeds with a rhythm staccato;
The message is kind but not mellow,
it’s more like a ferocious jumpstart;
A tune that’s doused in giocoso;
Falling into a chorus you know,
three minutes and thirty of fine art;
It bleeds with a rhythm staccato;
He’s such a graceful virtuoso,
emotions he tends to pick apart;
A tune that’s doused in giocoso,
it bleeds with a rhythm staccato.
Struggling to make sense out of the bible,
Think it a lot of babble,
Or just another fable.
Before you bin your bible,
Which would be regrettable,
Take a look at the other book I have on my table.
A book that could play a part,
In a change of heart,
A book that stands apart,
With words full of heart,
And daily quotes that could give your day a kickstart,
With communication tips to impart,
So you will take heart,
When things look like falling apart,
The book
Seasons of the heart,
By Fr John Powell, S.J.
.
Kickstart your day
Preparing delightful meals
For your family.
Once keys jingled,
ignition and clutch
growling
with one open mouth.
The ride is smoother now,
no need to kickstart or throttle
the brain.
We let our bodies talk,
through the gears.
Hold my stick honey,
while I change lanes
looking for potholes.
I fall asleep,
when not fighting your curves.
We all know that recharging,
a Tesla
is a peaceful way to die,
let us speed past darlin,
just as sexy
as age will allow.
Kickstart the creation of abstract art
Slow play the haze in a wandering day
Drip coffee with hints of toffee
Beach bum take your pick and strum
Careless pain from a neck strain
Light pelting from clouds melting
Rhythmic waves dig sandcastle graves
Strangers stroll with a glance so droll
Horizon anonymous with sea synonymous
Lost in time chasing an elusive rhyme
Fire burns through the old me raging
it triggers my transformation;
The ashes fall with the cleansing
and build a rugged foundation;
Flames bring about reinvention
that forces my cocoon to burst
and kickstart this revolution
with passion I become immersed.
Confusion just settles in Julius’ house
And refuses to leave like well-fed mouse.
Julius needs nothing short of a tom cat
To out push whom he is sure is a vile rat:
A wife too cheerful with younger men
One: Ex-Boyfriend when he counts to ten…
Also, a wife whose bosom laughs at guys,
While she makes sure it seems fantastic lies!
Old Anna he’s dodged can give no child,
Younger Stella with his wedding ring wild
‘’ Childless Marriage to this Rubbish is mild!
The newest opinion of Julius Rothschild…
Julius can swear blokes are tasting his apple
And prays for moment he’d with this grapple
‘’God! Let me see in a wrong place her blouse,
To kickstart the handling of a smart louse.
Through my bedroom window
offered with pure intent
you give me the gift
of a lavish sunrise
Cheerful and bright
warm and delightful
playful upon my skin
a kiss to start my day
A sunshine rich enough
to kickstart an early spring
and all the promises beyond
You give to me the sun and more
and overjoyed with sweet fulfilment
my heart rejoices with thanks
How I savour this precious moment
when you offer me the sun and all
its rays of precious sweetness
it fills my heart with gratitude
AP: 3rd place 2022
Submitted on April 1, 2022 for contest BRIAN STRAND sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
I generally mean mine mien mental state
moost occasions heavily marinated stupor
long established as external trait
psychologically time tested trooper
impossible mission to kickstart sanity
doppelgänger regularly revisits his soul asylum
hellbent antimatter he cannot vitiate
despite therapeutic laxative merely exhausts
well bred literate smoking doobie brother
eliminating aforementioned pablum
witnessed courtesy one floundering grouper
among plenty of fish schooled
hyphenated (high finned haggled)
burn hushed scaled poem
courtesy one unionised rebellious party pooper.
Spellbound with colossal mental grippe
(i.e. all-consuming figurative cerebral
obsessive compulsive forced membership)
magnetic resonance imagine indicated jagged blip
and/or nsync microscopy
showed telltale genetic authorship
regarding above stated mental health crisis,
whereby Sigmund Freud analyst did flip
lid freeing leeches imported courtesy Philip
Hansel and Gretel a mere slip
o' lass whose nose she always did turnip.
As my sunset soul dips into the ocean,
The moon rises with an eerie glow,
The darkness has a scary notion
Of its own.
As white hues turn to violet,
Then scarlet and to orange,
As cool wind starts to blow,
Ripen the seeds all sown.
The stars at the tip of my pen,
As she sits and stares at the silhouette,
Mesmerised by nature’s charm,
She thinks of it all.
As she looks at the stars,
In the sky engraved,
She sees those horrible scars,
Put down by us all,
With endangered,
Every being, big or small.
Still in this new found haven,
She sits down smitten,
As she swings on the peg of life,
Rocking gently between joy and strife.
Life flows on ,
Talking all,
Giving back none,
She now has avenged,
Taken her deserved revenge,
Instils it in our heart,
As you try to forget,
She gives it a kickstart,
Giving back tit for tat.
As my soul sets in the sea,
I finally let her be.......
04/12/2020
Rashi Soni
Early spring rumbles
in its grunge of grey
it's a prelude to the sun
and effervescent life
Its muffled inner gurglings
await the miracle of thaw
and all its bursts of promises
of crocus bulbs and sprouts
Mere faded remembrances
the brittle leaves of yesteryear
a season buried under snow
its pure white coat long gone
Naked branches barely stir
still groggy in their sleep
await the surge of energy
to kickstart their awakening
Relentless rhythm of seasons
under threat of heavy clouds
will wash away winter’s decay
and welcome spring in all its glory
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 8, 2020 for contest STRAND POETRY PICK 4 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD
i promised him i’d never take a drink
but i’m finding myself tempted.
everyday is the same now
same ceiling, same coffee stain
same spot on the kitchen floor.
it’s raining while the sun still shines
and i’m swimming in the mud
that gathers underneath the little tree
growing in my yard,
it’s becoming harder to breathe
without someone here to give me
a reason to want to,
someone to kickstart my heart,
to get it beating for something other
than the pictures on this screen.
i want to make a salted margarita
on the rocks, and throw it at the wall
because it wouldn’t taste good if
i tried to drink it,
i’d rather taste you and snowflakes
and a cup of cranberry cocktail,
all things that make me happy and
all things i wouldn’t ever choose first.
i’m not quite sure what
this says about me,
maybe i’m not too good at making
up my mind or remembering to breathe
or smiling at the things that i used to,
but i have this ceiling and this coffee stain,
this spot on the kitchen floor,
all things that will always be there and
all things that were always there before.
This old body's not state of the art
Served me well but now's falling apart
Like Reese's Peeces
In bits and pieces
Only thing working well's the kickstart
AP: 1st place 2021
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