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Discus Dan originally competed in able-bodied events,
In the discus which meant him throwing a 2kg discus,
Rather than the Paralympian 1.5kg metal disc, contents,
And is proud of his able-bodied Under-20 vest, a plus.
But in Sydney in 2000 in the Paras he won the silver,
And then in Athens the next time he threw a top gold,
In Beijing in 2008 he got a bronze as he did deliver,
‘Cos at the F44 throw he has a sure and steady hold.
Dan was born with a foot deformity, loved school sports,
And takes great cheer from today’s huge Para ticket sales,
Which are so much greater than they were before, quarts,
Also also recalls receiving a medal whilst Mo had his sails.
Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns
as sun dances in glowing flames
soft flow of light like graceful swans
autumn mist swells, playing her games
as sun dances in glowing flames
kindness prepares the voice of grace
autumn mist swells, playing her games
easing heartbreak time can’t erase
kindness prepares the voice of grace
secret faith mends melancholy
easing heartbreak time can’t erase
raising moods who’re creepy-crawly
secret faith mends melancholy
autumn stirs some semblance of hope
raising moods who’re creepy-crawly
pouring out love so hearts still cope
autumn stirs some semblance of hope
psalms of praise, written by bright leaves
pouring out love so hearts still cope
consider the season who greaves
psalms of praise, written by bright leaves
soft flow of light like graceful swans
consider the season who greaves
Glints flashing, gloss on dew washed dawns
John 15:19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you.
In the twilight, a voice comes on a still night
Singing of wonder, blessings, insight
Beyond the meanings, beneath the delight
With only the purpose of glistening bright,
Breaking hearts who are, certainly, not right.
In the moments, before joy falls like snow
Blessing away the darkest colors who blow
Soundless flakes, quiet as souls who know
Love is a promise, fading into the distant flow
With a beautiful beyond words, a gentle glow
In the eyes of the heart who sincerely believes
Joy is poured out on the pining soul who greaves
His purpose is to silence tears – His love relieves
He is the light that no shadow of doubt deceives
He’s the life who the greatest poet conceives
Never doubt Him, who melts hearts who’re froze
Assuring souls that His love just grows and grows
There is assurance that He is the light who just knows
Wherever we go, there is assurance that He arose
So each of us can know what it means to be chose!
I am bored with all the lies in the news,
The celebrity’s that live to abuse and misuse,
The war that never seems to end,
The Cosmo articles on “how to steal her boyfriend”
I am bored with reality TV,
To be honest, teenage pregnancy greaves me,
I am bored with the over use of sex,
In our world that loves and then says next,
I am bored with our lack of morality,
Listening to others false realities,
I am bored with our superficial planet,
Plastic surgery is our fruitless magnet,
I am bored with all our family feuds,
A people whose minds have become so skewed,
I am bored of people always complaining,
In a country where we all keep gaining,
I am bored with the lack of common sense,
Where good people run around extreamly tense,
I am bored with public officials putting America in a deeper mess,
Where nobody cares about the real issues that need to be addressed.
By:Sabina Nicole
4-20-11
Contest: Bored with....
Wonderful flowers growing in clusters
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Warming the heart with gentle lusters
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Buds so joyful, who dance with respect
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Dressed in blushing petals which protect
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Lighting the heart with their beauty
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Seemingly sure that allure is their duty
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Rain falls softly at the edges of their attire
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Weaving hope and kindness as they conspire
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Brilliant in blushing pinks and satiny cherry
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Creating more images than found in a library
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Whispers of hope fall across the bud’s bright coat
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Leaving only a melting wish pouring down the throat
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Breathing inspiration from the graceful leaves
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Autumn approaches assuring a heart who greaves
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Love kindles within the soul who can see
Dewdrop dreams flow serenely
Flowers so amazing will make you feel free
Laughing at the roses so queenly
Gentle as the wings of a soaring dove,
silently climbing, through the skies above,
gliding, graceful, among stars – precious love,
stirring wonders, earthshaking.
Laughing and dancing like rustling leaves,
reassuring the spirit who fears, who greaves,
coloring the moments with hope that believes,
there, weeping – a heart breaking.
Arising in the morning, a new joy, a new life,
His love inspires faith full of light, without strife,
assuring hearts there is a promise of the afterlife,
a beautiful so amazing, breathtaking.
Fresh dreams, new things come in the morning,
it’s a grace so alive, bringing hunger without warning,
speaking of life eternal – I’ll give you a forewarning,
Jesus love assures there is no mistaking.
Reflections of pink, and gold on heaven’s floor,
a hint of memories that came millenniums before,
and the radiance of God’s glory, eying from behind the shore,
is a new dawn, for our taking.
Warming thoughts rousing dreams, in prayers,
for the faith to always know His love repairs,
His light is a glimpse into a hope without tears,
promising forever is where I’ll be waking.
Shadows fall, hastening to color dawn in hues,
blushing rose, lavender and tender blues,
the peace He brings my soul will never confuse,
grateful for Him – yes, my soul is shaking.
Kieran has a lot to do with Stoke Mandeville,
As he has Cerebral Palsy, born in Boston town,
He wants to be a fitness instructor for his till,
And is hooked on throwing discus, his crown.
He was born on the 18th of January in 1992,
And in 2011 in the F33 category of the discus,
He became the junior world champion new,
To qualify him for the London 2012 Para bus.
Sadly he came 10th with 925 points only in total,
But he just cheered on his hero, Dan Greaves,
And then in 2013 he threw a PB at full throttle,
Of 31.51m, in Chester & Manchester leaves.
Due to the meets in Stoke Mandeville’s grounds,
He’s heading for Rio to use that residual muscle,
Which he developed in prior powerlifting sounds,
To beat the rest of the field without much tussle.
Blood mixed with dirt was still moist on the ground
Traces of battle were scattered around
The man entered slowly, a snare on his face
Trying to hide his contempt and disgrace
Announced by the cheers of the people above
Among all the fighters they showed him most love
Never defeated, no matter the foe
With him they all knew they would soon see a show
The man was all muscle, and seven feet tall
Compared to his size, all the guards appeared small
His skin was tanned golden, his eyes piercing green
His hair long and braided and dark with a sheen
His helmet of metal was fitted just so
His sword and his shield had a rich, shiny glow
A belt made of leather protected his waist
His greaves, thick and sturdy and perfectly laced
Suddenly silent, the crowd had grown still
Awaiting arrival, expecting a thrill
And then there was thunder, the roar of the beast
Declaring his entrance, predicting a feast
The man and the lion began in their game
Predator, prey, they both looked the same
They circled and circled and then in a blink
The cat had attacked him, so anxious to drink
They struggled together, the two locked in war
The crowd cheered them on, hoping for gore
And then he was bitten, the wound on his leg
But he would not fumble and he would not beg
He reached for his weapon so close where it lay
He would not accept this would be his last day
And just as the creature had pounced in the air
He killed the great cat with his sword and a prayer
The fighter stood up with his blood dripping down
The steel of his helmet concealing his frown
The great gladiator continued to reign
Another he killed, one more smile he must feign
In the twilight of the night,
shadows dramatically appear dancing
by refracting of lights off
of my massive muscular green body
A monster’s body acquired while saving a young friend
when an invention that I invented exploded
Weary of this madness, I live with,
I exhaust my brain to forge sanity
of the beast that takes hold of me
when the fire of my inner soul is released
Some consider me a superhero
others a mindless savage
I search the universe in hope for a cure
but there is none in sight for the near future
My troubled heart yearns to bath in your presence,
to caress you in my arms,
breathe deep to smell the essence of you,
to venture into your deep brown eyes,
kiss your soft, flawless face, and tender lips
My heart yearns for your tender love and
my salvation to become human once more
Nightmares of this giant green monster
greaves me,
just to think that a slave, I am
to it
© 5/19/2015
Contest Name: Comic Book Characters
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Psalms 63:1 - (KJV) (A Psalm of David, when he was in the wilderness of Judah.) O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;
Glowing like the gentle sun, revealing skies
Enthused by luminous hopes, inspirations
Inviting soothing seas, memories, reprise
Feelings awash, hues of vivid sensations
Remembering the most beautiful promise
In rainbow colors, whimsical vibrations
Silencing rain, assuring doubting Thomas
There is wondrous love in the heart who believes
Much more beautiful than the brightest phlomis
Erasing pain and sorrow from one who greaves
His love fills the soul up with amazing peace
It’s the gift for those whose heart truly receives
His blessing, the wonder of love that won’t cease
He’s holding your hand – you’re His masterpiece