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Birth
Welcome - Miracle
Blessed event - Renewal - Creation
New born- Baby - Life Begins - Complete
Happy origin - Citizenship - Family - Generations
Blood ties - Stimulation - Beautiful - Proximity - Encourage - Exciting
Warmly - Motivate - Accept - Every day - Responsibility - Respect - Challenges
Emotions - Fear - Joy - Freedom - Development - Energy
Grateful - Dreams - Hope - Fellowship - Friends
Young - Elder - Old - Loneliness
Pain - Life ebbs - Crying
Tears - Sad - Longing
Angels - Heaven
Death
(From Birth To Death)
13.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor:Dave Wood
Deadline 4/6/2014
(4th in the contest)
You bring yourself with you wherever you go.
Whatever you're thinking your countenance shows.
It permeates your demeanor not just your face.
Your whole body joins in to state your case.
If you feel downhearted and your mood is blue,
It shows in your posture right down to your shoes.
If you're stressed, feeling pressed and you're pushed, in a hurry,
It's not hard to see that you're in a hurry.
If you're angry and grumpy and mad at the world,
Your face has more wrinkles than a poodle's got curls.
Take your mood for a walk, slow down, smell the flowers.
Relax and stop counting the minutes and hours.
Notice the beauty that surrounds you each day.
The beauty of Nature and young things at play.
Life is what you make it from minute to minute.
It's whatever effort that you put in it.
Be glad for the blessings that God has made yours,
And stop frowning at stains on windows and floors.
Just make serving God the first thought in your head,
And you'll sleep well and happy when you go to bed.
As I headed down that highway, running from my dreams
Wondering why I never stopped to take the chance
Living on the edge keeps you moving constantly
But there comes a time you have to learn to dance.
Life is what you make it, so give it all you got
Go out and have some fun and raise some hell
Tomorrow will become yesterday and not return again
You can't win the race by standing at the well.
Looking back at all the times I've tried and always seemed to fail
Wondering why God ever put me on this earth
Then realizing the challenges always made me stronger
And I've been given a whole lot more than I was worth.
Now in the Autumn of my years, thinking back to days of glory
I stop and say a silent prayer
I've been to the mountains and valleys, oceans and plains
When I needed You, Lord, You were always there.
Birth … Death;
You fill in the blank.
Some are dealt an easy hand;
Some given challenges that are hard;
Some are fed with a silver spoon;
Some presented problems by the yard.
Some have so much support;
Some are left all on their own;
Some live in luxury;
Others don’t even have a home.
But, regardless of what circumstances bring,
it is what WE do with all of these things
that determines what our lives are worth
and where we take it after birth.
Then, when death comes knocking at our door,
and the breath of life we breathe no more,
and the life we lived – as the Reaper takes it,
was lived the best as WE could make it.
We have no say in the style of our birth,
but we must own our own life’s quest;
WE are responsible for the story in between
of our birth and death.
Birth adorns the gush of flowers
Across a patch that lifts boughs’ grace
Where Grandma tends a day's embrace
Mellowing the closure of hours.
The lucent sun pours dewy gold
On mounds changing autumn to snow
Her eyes agleam from sprouts below
As dahlia buds peep and unfold.
I gaze to watch her fingers dip
Into new stems between the leaves
Forgetting that age now weighs on sleeves;
Yet, garden blooms of life’s worship.
Today, dahlias lay on her earth
Surrounding a crypt, the flowers’ bride
When glory of morn stands aside,
In languid blush of Grandma’s death.
~
Dave Woods' Life Is What You Make It Contest
by nette onclaud
Woke up this morning to brilliant sunshine
What a way to start the day
My spirits couldn't be higher
Old Mister Sol and I go back a way
When he drops by, can't wipe off this grin
From my very ancient mug
Amazing how Sol can affect our moods
As we wipe the sleep from our eyes
Only happy thoughts fill our brains
Could have just lost a bunch on the markets
But we pick ourselves up
Dust ourselves off
And look forward to a brand new day
A day filled with promise and opportunity
So grab the brass ring
And hang on for dear life
There's bound to be good stuff just ahead
Yes life is what you make it, my friends
So smile damn it...
YOUR FACE WON'T CRACK
© Jack Ellison 2014
There's so much about this man
I've learned and prayed just to understand
Driven I am and so is he
Fierce and determined for he is me
Dominate and confident for the world to see
He has the same confidence, for he is me
I love his style and the way he dress
I long for my breast to rest on his chest
His smell, his touch, his smile, his demeanor
Everything about him is a reflection of me
He is me when I look in the mirror, he is me when I dream
I wrote about a vision of him, the vision that's yet to be seen
Two people together, too much the same
Two people as one, two different names
He has raised the standards and he didn't even know
To get with me, it's extremely high
Where some don't even bother to try
I sit and realize life is what you make it
And all is fair in love and basketball
I'm at a peaceful place, I have controlled a lustful desire to sin
Or should I say the desire I had, the desire to be loved by him
To having an erratic heart beating when memories kick in
To appear to have fear of loving that one, the one who is so dear
What is he afraid of? This shouldn't be
He shouldn't be afraid, for he is me
A roller coaster ride, my feelings I can't hide
The love I have overflowing inside
To run from someone I long to run to
Not wanting to be shut out or disappointed by you
Love is something we didn't expect, yet you can see it in our faces
The same desire we both feel, yet to solve we're in different places
So I guess only time will tell, the time that only God can redeem
The time I spent envisioning a dream
Nothing complicated or difficult for we didn't design a plan
Our love doesn't require research for us to understand
He hears my thoughts when I think of him, my words echo in his mind
And thoughts of him often brings me a bright ray of sunshine
It's JUST US, as you can see
It's JUST US, for he is me
Birth begins a newborn's step into a world unknown.
And whether they have many friends or spend it all alone.
Depends on many different things like if your kind or not.
Cause what you give is what you live and truly what you've got.
What can be said when you are dead if you have failed at life.
Rue and regret did make his bed that was so full of strife.
But everyone has their own path that they make in this world.
Let's hope it has a magic carpet that the God's unfurled.
I know in life that things get tough, more for some than others.
Hopefully, when you've had enough, you have sister's and brother's.
Cause sometimes you can fake it and just take a deep breath.
But when you feel that you can't take it, you almost welcome death.
Birth, the life of dreams now comes to town
as parents gain the title as a crown
The dream, the thought, success for mothers child
as both the parents plan the future wild
It's college, love, success the parents dream
in dreams you see your child as a queen
the king of all your future thoughts and schemes
The hero and the knights of tables round
Yet life is not as easy as it seems
sometime the parents drink and fight and scream
sometimes the battles lost and love is gone
sometimes the childs dark night linger on
Yet many are the hurdles that we climb
life the battle sometimes overcome
When you believe that you can climb each rung
When you believe that you are number one
when you believe that you can plan each day
to build the steps that help you grow and play
A young girl living on the city streets
believed that she could do it in her sleep
She crept her way through college
studied in the hall way doors
she build a better future living
in the streets of londons poor
believe that you can do it
you the king of your success
believe that you can do it
never beaten down by death.
A legend once said, "I should have died already...faces..."
So, let's face it
Life can be the best day ever
But life is what you make it
Instead of questioning my blackness, question where my heart is
I know you can't see it but that doesn't mean it is not there
Their accusations race behind and across my back enough to hang me with no nails
So, put the crown on me not to mock me but because I'm a son of the true king
I don't worry about King Kong, Satan either, they got nothing on me
Shout out to Mr. Washington
I'm feeling presidential today
But I got Denzel vibes in me
One day I'm going to have a couple Grammy's with me
One for myself, and one for I
Speak it into existence and the future you will see
Confidence is locked, but you are the key
So, leave behind your doubts, fears, and let them get brushed up like leaves
Leaving to a new location carried by the wind, and no this is not the end,
But this is so dope I could just stop here
However, my story is just starting, and you have barely opened the book
So don't judge my cover
I'm a shooting star you can't blow my cover
Because this ending is better than happily ever after
They hate to see it so the distain comes in waves
I love it because it motivates me and proves these words are not just a one-time thing
This is poetry so no one hit wonders, but pay attention because if you miss something these words will make you wonder
Don't get lost wandering through life looking for purpose, it's not hiding
Your eyes are just closed, and no I don't need a third eye to know
Psychology major so I know common sense is not common
Like the saying goes
Mac Miller told me, So It Goes
I'm so dope I could be a part of the most dope family
Couple of books coming soon and I'm not even the goat
p.s. yet...