Long Cinco Poems
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Sempre
Quero que você faça o melhor do seu dia.
Quero que você veja coisas que assustam.
Quero que sinta o que nunca sentiu antes.
Neste Sábado e sempre,
quero que conheça pessoas
com um ponto de vista diferente.
quero que viva uma vida
da qual tenha orgulho.
AH!
Se depois dessa torcida toda
você achar que não é assim,
quero que tenha forças
para começar tudo de novo.
______________________________________________________________
Daqui a cinco anos, mais de um terço das habilidades (35%) de hoje terão mudado.
Em 2020, a Economia 4.0 nos trará robótica avançada e transporte autônomo, inteligência artificial e aprendizado de máquina, materiais avançados, biotecnologia e genômica.
Acima de tudo trará - RELACIONAMENTOS.
Na era do relacionamento 4.0
Escutar e Falar
é mais importante
do que estar certo
mostrando um bom negócio.
O que as pessoas
Querem
não é uma mente brilhante que fala,
ou um negócio lucrativo
mas um coração especial que escuta.
O que as pessoas desejam
Mais de 21.981 pessoas de 900 cidades Brasileiras
e
outras 2.710 cidades do mundo
responderam o que mais desejam
alcançar em suas vidas.
As suas respostas foram fascinantes de ler.
http://bit.ly/PessoasnoMundoquerem
CONCLUSÃO:
DAQUI A 5 ANOS
empreender em parceria
SERÁ A NORMA
E OUTRA FORMA;
QUALQUER QUE SEJA
PARA
OCUPAÇÃO E RENDA
SERÁ UMA ANOMALIA.
Nós estamos aqui para desde já fazer junto a sua transição!
http://bit.ly/Você_na_Economia_4_0
Seeks beauty, a prince now age to marry
She in a fruit tree wants bread or fare thee
It happened again
another maiden
Although he had no bread for m’lady
Gypsy with cart, plan wins the maiden back
Witch hidden, with a hairpin she’ll attack
“a golden coin for that bread”
Mishaps all gone, and instead
Prince and maiden married and hit the sack
At times the prince sings happy at times not
King and gardener noticed, worry they ought
The gypsy’s daughter, the witch
hidden in the cart, would switch
The beautiful maiden she was they thought
The prince stumped, “Señora, how dark you've become!"
"The sun has burnt my skin," the witch answered numb
She'd stuck a pin in the hair
of the real maiden’s so fair,
turned into a dove, to the witch she’d succumb
A dove out of the azure sky, flew by
Asked the gardener if the prince was alright
The gardener then told the prince
An amigo ever since
The dove told the prince what happened that night
The prince fell for the little dove trade-in
Yet to discover the secret hairpin
Stroking her, she never fled
When felt the pin in her head
Jerked it out, the dove changed back, a maiden
The prince told the king of maiden's ill fate
The king heard both singing, became irate
The gypsy witch is a fake
and she’ll be burned at the stake!
So the prince married his maiden upgrade
~ and lived happily ever after amigos!
For CINCO DE MAYO
5/5/26
Sabedoria Suprema
Na vida ou nos negócios
a simplicidade
é a suprema sabedoria
a concentração
é a máxima oração.
Afaste o ruído das opiniões
e tenha a coragem de fazer
o que seu coração e sua intuição lhe ditam.
De certa forma,
você já sabe o que
quer se tornar.
PASSO DE AÇÃO PARA HOJE
Para obter clareza mental e foco, crie uma visão por escrito para o seu vida. Imagine sua vida de cinco a dez anos no futuro e liste:
1 - Escreva uma carta para a. amigo real ou imaginário - e date de cinco a dez anos à frente.
2 - Deixe sua mente criativa livre, sem pensar em como você vai adiar qualquer uma dessas coisas.
3 - Nos próximos 4 dias faça sempre um pouco a mais.
Quando você tem uma visão assim você tomou o primeiro passo para um desempenho excepcional.
Comece agora seu curso de dois dias 6 anos de acompanhamento.
http://bit.ly/2019_Apostila_Viver_a_Vida_com_Propósito_e_Cr…
http://bit.ly/2019_Liderança_com_Principios
American sonnet
Today is sunny with a few decorative clouds drifting idly about the sky and the mood is of optimism
When it is overcast and dull my feet scrape the pavement An old man bent to the ground regretting past
When my mother died there was a forest of umbrellas around the hole in damp soil, the rain dripped on her coffin and a golden cross she wouldn't have liked seeing
the symbol of oppression.
The priest, a verger held his umbrella, said a few words
routine words, void of any meaning.
My near family are dead and my own demise is there
like a boulder made of years of spent years, but never mind, it doesn't matter on a sunny day.
Red light
Shining bright
Such the sight
Twirling bright
After a toothless fight
Sticks and pucks
What's a Canuck?
Many asked
Listening to the Islander perform winning tasks
Potvin was the man
In demand
Waiting for John Sterling’s winning command
“Islander Goal, Islander Goal”
Coming from the ice that was cold
Trophy lifted, five times in a row
While Rangers bowl
Throwing strikes
John Sterling manned WMCA’s mike
Replacing Simone
Who was hanging up his phone
Wanting to hear
Nassau Veteran’s cheer
Near
Hofstra where the Jets train
And never complained
Since Broadway Joe
Headed to a Hollywood show
Knees were saying, “time to go”
Sadly, Stanley Cup was too violent for regular routine TV
And that is why we appreciate John Sterling’s decree
When Trottier did his thing
And Chico was the goalie King
Who was there?
John Sterling’s enthusiastic flair
Bringing victories home
For those alone
Enjoying the Cinco mayo championship run
Entertaining and fun
Nothing grows there anymore not even the old tree stump can be found, the land is barren and empty, the plants have dried up, just thorn and thistle can be found, the land is vast and it used to have acres and acres of sweet corn growing, one crop harvest proceed the other and all of a sudden the damage was done and nothing is left on the ground.
The sun peeps slowly over the burning hill streaming through thick shrubs and laden trees and I watch the village burn and the temperature grows and trees fall apart from broken dreams. The twisted vine on the cedar tree tied up the village, wrapping up the branches and leaves and absorbing the nutrients around and sending more heat into the ground.
Nothing grows there anymore, the lake has dried up and the fresh water fish is gone and all that is left is tears in my eyes and miles upon miles of burnt land with charred remains of human and animals scattered all around and nothing was left on the ground.
The cows used to feed over there, and the sheep used to graze up there and the olive and grapes used to thrive over there; what on earth has gone wrong something must have poisoned and suck the substance out of the land. Just the building frames are standing there and the mound on the hill stands still.
There are several of them around symbolize that the spirit of the dead can no longer be fed. They are still lingering around searching for a home more than a thousand of them used to occupy the land but no one is there, they are all gone, It came like a thief in night and left behind a woeful sacrifice behind just few of them escaped before daylight.
The land of nothingness stood bear, the land of nothingness has nothing to share; nothing can grow or survive there, and everyone has to leave there, the universe will shake that place the land of nothingness will go to waste. Get the 2.5 million people out of that place before it’s too late the earth has come back to occupy its place.
Justice is blind and sleeping,
Lady Liberty is weeping;
We are lying to ourselves
about the state of our society;
Lurking like an ugly word
broadcasted upon a neon sign,
saying ‘Are you sure it’s safe for you?
The people there are all Black.’
Under the guise of inclusion
May the fifth can’t sound Mexicano
‘Be careful with this party,
it can’t be called ‘Cinco de Mayo’.
Lingering like a broken refrain,
We’re really all faking;
Oh, we call it ‘Mediterranean’
we can’t say Afghan,Iraqi or Iranian;
The country is reeling;
Every single one of us bleeding,
to show each other we are all the same.
Space I am surrounded by space
and in it I'm crowded but yet I am surrounded in the world filled covered with Grace of Him Elohim
Blacked
Darkness shuns the light
In space, blacken in Darkness
I shine
For I am...the
LIGHT
interpretation of my words:
I'm surrounded by the vastness of space,
yet feel crowded,
implying a sense of contrast between
the physical and spiritual realms.
Despite being in a world filled with darkness,
I am covered in the Grace of Elohim,
Encased by His divine protection and love.
Move darkness recoils from the light,
indicating a separation between the two realms.
In the midst of darkness, I shine,
declaring my true nature as the Light.
My soul convey a sense spiritual awareness
Within His divine connection
As I am contrast between light and darkness
Soar I triumph as light over the darkness
I declare and degree my identity as a beacon of light
I who keeps shining my light in the darkness!
Radiance is a testament our testimony
To the power of Elohim's Grace
Soar I shine within His face
I AM of THE LIGHT- I AM GIVING LIGHT
9/5/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2024
La Mona cambió su estilo
Al lucir su nuevo vestido
Su cabello enchinado
Sufrió un estirado!
Su carita neutral fué embarrada
Con maquillaje que ni jabón pudo separarla.
Color bolde de rojo colorado
Ni sabemos como sus bembes pudo abarcarlo
Pestañas azules y cejas de 3 colores
Con ojos casi abiertos sufriendo dolores.
Mejillas de rosita morado
Circulaba sus cachetes enforrados
Alineardo sus ojos con rabos de gato
El pueblo sufrió un grande espanto!
Al saber y conocer
Su sencilles se echó a perder.
Bajo toda esa pintura de maquillaje
Dejó la Pobre Mona con un rasquillaje!
Con tacones de cinco pulgadas
Los zapatos de ella aún se burlaba.
“Mona! Mona! Quitame de tus pies
Bótame de toda una vez!”
La Mona se vistió botando el algodón
Al ponerse vestimenta de Seda hasta en el botón!
Con correas (cintos) tan apretada
Como una faja le quedaba!
Al ponerse sus lentes de sol
Lentes de estilo caro por diseñador
“Hay, Mona...Mona! Si te piensas ser guapa
Por qué te tapas
Bajo las onzas y libras e disfrace
Que solo esclaviza tu enlace?”
“Ahora...Ya no soy Mona...
Soy Princessa sin corona...”
Con su nuevo lucir de apariencia
Nadie fue testigo de su desaparencia
Sino La Mona de Mona salió al tomar tres pasitos
Con sus nuevos zapatitos.
El orgullo creciendo pasito a pasito
La tumbó dejándole un raspaito
Al caer de rodillas
Y al quebrar su tobillo torcida...
“Ay, Mona...Mona...De Mona siempre serás
La Mona, aunque luzca bien o mal, no cambia jamás!”
Aunque te vistas con algodón o de Seda
La Mona de Mona siempre te queda!
No hay de que lucirse
Solo desarollarse al abrirse!
Aunque otros brillen
Y le luzca bien el guille
Antes otros quien comentan y dicen
No hay nada mejor que encontrarse uno mismo
Y lucir su propio rumbo y ritmo...?•
poetry
deep sentiments expressed through the pen,
hard to say why it flows and when,
it is a signature of thoughts that are formed within,
said with tears or smiles without guilt or feelings of sin!
the turbulent stream that carries the life rafts about,
has twists and turns in a dark maze of its own,
journeys are long and exhausting to say the least,
after hours of rowing could be back at the starting crease!
say it freely and say it without hindrance of fear,
like a songbird that sings for its own pleasure,
no audience to applaud or jealous critics to disown,
once written the poetry sails on its own sojourn!
is it about some pain and songs of unfair defeats?
a lost friend or dear one who has left a memory to mourn,
may be a pet that doesn’t answer evening whistle,
or a child that never returned from school!
when loneliness greets life with coffee as only companion,
a half done crossword blocked by repetitive boredom,
when next moment is as predictable as the one that is gone,
when the evening ends and know the next day to be born,
a verse expressed through the heart may bring cheer,
remember to sign it with your heart or smudge it with tears.
10th place
Completely your choice(44)
Brian Strand sponsor
Written 15/01/2021