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At every turn in time, I wish to live the best dream
The best wish everyone could have
That caress the precious grace per luck
Which colors achievement
And can be counted on as reinforcement cum hard work
Which pave ways, wings soar peacefully
That bottoms sit back to reminisce,
Counting blessings worthy of thanksgiving
Many are dreams you once had in gleam
The ones that would've continue to live
But with the dragging of time, you chuck
Thinking when will you be old enough to have its fulfilment
Despite all the prayers you build like a bulwark
Just as the sun fuels the moon's speed
And its light determines its brightness
The florals get human lives' breath feed
And beautifies environment and its forthrightness
Dreams cage plans towards fulfilment
And bless efforts for passions many rewards
Goal is the root of focus connecting achievement
Aiming high at globally recognized awards
I once wish to be a doctor
For the sake of saving lives
But one thing I admired most
Is the smart look of the uniform
On the ones I have come across
I can't figure out how I become a proctor
Many are lazy students I practically forgives
Who have over the years been undiagnosed
And abandoned for the higher institution to reform
How will they be able to bear the cross?
At a point in life, I wanna become a football player
Either I get to feature or not, no cease payment
The profession I referred to as "money making machine"
More than any other on weekly basis
To get life going well visiting places
At another point, I wanna be a bricklayer
Who has never been exposed to an underpayment
But they spend much on colchicine
To make sure the system is active
Then watch to avoid being addictive
Listen up, my daughters, let me break it down
Life's a stage, but you're not here to clown
You've got to face the music, face it strong
Face your fears, show the world where you belong
Don't let them clip your wings, wings are meant to soar
Winging it sometimes, that's what life is for
But root yourself in values, roots run deep
Rooting out the nonsense, that's wisdom to keep
Stand your ground, ground yourself in truth
Grounding your decisions, from age to youth
Rise above the noise, rise like the sun
Rising to occasions, that's how battles are won
Weather the storm, weather it with grace
Weathering criticism with a poker face
Steel your nerves, steel them like a blade
Steeling yourself for the choices to be made
Bridge the gaps, bridge them with your mind
Bridging understanding, leaving doubt behind
Scale the heights, scale them bit by bit
Scaling back expectations that don't fit
Balance your life, balance work and play
Balancing act, that's the price to pay
Weigh your options, weigh them carefully
Weighing in on issues, speak out clearly
Brave the odds, brave them with a smile
Braving new frontiers, go the extra mile
Charge ahead, charge your inner battery
Charging through obstacles, set your spirit free
Light your path, light it with your dreams
Lighting up the darkness, nothing's as it seems
Fuel your passions, fuel them day and night
Fuelling your ambitions, keep your goals in sight
Don't be too rigid, rigid minds will break
Rigid rules are meant for you to shake
Be flexible, flexible like a reed
Flexing your strength, that's what you'll need
Channel your emotions, channel them right
Channeling energy into your fight
But don't let them flood, flood your rationality
Flooding your judgment leads to fatality
Remember, my daughters, life's a complex game
Gaming the system isn't the aim
Aim for integrity, aim for what's true
Aiming high, that's what you should do
So face the world, face it head-on
Facing challenges, that's how you'll grow strong
The ball's in your court, court success with zeal
Courting life's adventures, that's the real deal
Now go forth, my daughters, write your story
Story of courage, rationale, and glory
Storying your journey with each passing day
Journeying forward in your unique way
If I could be a kid again
I’d run headlong, unfettered in the wind,
or pretend I was Tom Sawyer
or Huckleberry Finn.
I’d put frogs inside my teachers desk
and tie knots in young girls hair,
if I could be a kid again
I’d shoot arrows up in the air.
Aiming high into the sky
towards an enemy in my head,
perhaps a passing birthday balloon
or a flying elephant instead.
School would be vague memories
of playing hooky left and right,
while fishing in my favorite pond
every morning, noon, and night.
I’d run around my little town
like King Arthur in my world,
eating ice cream and candy bars
while chasing girls and squirrels.
If I could be a kid again
I would count the stars at night,
just like how we used to do
with a full moon burning bright.
When all the world was made for me
And my nickel candy drops,
I always shared with my good friends,
and those I loved a lot.
But if I could be a kid again
and start over back in time,
I’d have to say “No thanks, today,
I’ve enjoyed the hills I’ve climbed.”
I had my run and it was fun
but time keeps ticking by,
if I could be a kid again
I guess I’d like to fly.
Little and large words all around
in our heads swirling busy bees
wanting an outlet for some fresh air
opportunities just don't grow on trees
So when they come grab them!
to convey your thoughts world wide
speaking to all who may listen
helping them fight against their tide
Seek always aiming high ideals
be truly poetically positively powerful
wishing more of us could achieve
this would be absolutely wonderful
This world out there crying aloud
for help, love, care, it's real need
our words can inspire and uplift
so splash the ink be the feed!
(Just some thoughts on what our poetry should be aiming to do and even when we don't reach the mark we have at least tried our best.)
If soldiers aren't disheartened by fright
and keep vigilant eyes on their target,
they surely will claim an extraordinary victory;
what does it take to win a battle, if not audacity?
To combat evil is to face the enemy boldly and fiercely,
humiliating him with awesome might, aiming high;
a defeat teaches the adversary to give up something...
would be dedicated and loyal soldiers turn their back on their country,
regardless of how undefeatable and cruel the adversary seems in reality?
Hasn't any wounded soldier invoked an impossible yearning?
Keep an eye on that dawning flag, hold its unbroken pole...
it must never fall on that barren ground stained by blood-red color,
lest a skirmish takes down the commander officer unable to yield;
fight harder, advance, and gain ground make a horrifying noise,
scare them away: this tactic has worked on a Roman battlefield:
amid explosions, screams, and bloody corpses, there's no choice!
If soldiers aren't disheartened by fright, they'll face death fearlessly;
their oath can't be broken by fear, treachery, demise, or defiance;
even today the youngest ones show their patriotism and loyalty
to lead their country to victory with the willingness of sacrifice!
They live and Breathe
Words are spoken
Yet there is a separation
Race seems to be a curse
Needs to be a turnaround in reverse
Change in attitude and thinking
Transforming the Tongue
Race created from a higher calling becoming among
Together we stand and fall
Race is like half and half
One side Embraces and the other side avoids
Words sound alike, but becomes uncertainty
Assumption bound
Hatred in the sound
Guilt in refusing
Concept in not accepting, but aiming high in not wanting to know
One day, One day, all voices coming together in unity
Not like us
No need to cuss nor fuss
All races are the added plus.