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down this road and a further mile,
lies success pot to make you smile,
I have been down this road before,
Son! so it’s true and not folklore!
chorus
so drive with hope and drive with heart,
go give your life car a good start,
ahead is long hard winding road,
succeed with life’s highway code!
vers 1
check mirror to see who’s around,
wipe the glass before you hit ground,
make sure the tank has fuel enough,
demands of the road could be tough!
vers 2
hear engine chug a cheerful note,
happy hearts victory promote,
use the clutch to ease into gear,
good friend like clutch is useful ware!
chorus
so drive with hope and drive with heart,
go give your life car a good start,
ahead is long hard winding road,
succeed with life’s highway code
vers 3
go slow steady before you speed,
you must pace it right to succeed,
bouncy ride can harm the bearing,
will put stress on power steering!
vers 4
watch the road and mind other cars,
some make their journeys into farce,
let eyes and wisdom navigate,
you will get there, be never late!
chorus
so drive with hope and drive with heart,
go give your life car a good start,
ahead is long hard winding road,
succeed with life’s highway code
vers 5
from time to time do use the break,
stopping in life is not mistake,
break on the tongue can stop a war,
if used well you can be a star!
vers 6
so my son please drive on and on,
our journey starts when we are born,
there are many who help on way,
on fair road-to-success, you will stay!
chorus
so drive with hope and drive with heart,
go give your life car a good start,
ahead is long hard winding road,
succeed with life’s highway code
down this road and a further mile,
lies success pot to make you smile,
I have been down this road before,
Son! so it’s true and not folklore!
1st placement
Your advice to the youth poetry contest
Edward Ibeh sponsored
written 24/12/2020
Lyrics with 8 syllables each line
with repeat chorus
He was a super star. I was neither super nor a star. We were walking in opposite directions, and as we came within 10 feet of each other, I recognized him and spoke to him by name. He said, "Walk with me".
He was on his morning walk, which I assumed was part of his normal routine. So he could not stop and speak with me but was very courteous with his invitation for me to "Walk with him". He even addressed me as sir.
His use of the word 'sir' spoke volumes to me. I walked a few steps with him but was on the job delivering very
time-sensitive materials. So I could not walk and talk
with him, even though I would have loved to.
He was a famous person whose actions on and off television had caused me pause with regard to his character. But on that morning, there was something about the way he addressed and showed respect to me that grew me to him in spite of how I had felt before. Asking for an autograph never crossed my mind, and as we parted company, I told him that my son will be thrilled when I tell him that I met one of his favorite stars.
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Such a sad and sorrowful day at least from my point of view
The day my son went away as he joined the proud and the few
As off to Parris Island he was sent my only child leaving the nest
Oh, and in that island, where he went, I knew he was in for a test
The day before he would leave the tears just began to flow
As my whole heart would start to grieve and boy did it show
I could not even look at his face without a tear in my eye
I miss him so much around this place but I too have to try
Just like so many others tears in the wind as so many others weep
As against our cheeks they are pinned in coming out from so deep
But just in getting up and around those tears would begin to dry
For the one thing that I have found is that I at least have to try
And with each new day that passed my spirit began to rebound
As all that sorrow didn't last once my feet were back on the ground
In realizing I have a job to do also those tears on the wind are no more
But one thing I do know there'll be tears on the wind at the end of his tour
Tears of sadness, tears of joy
With deepest gratitude
With steady hands and a heart so kind,
You healed with much skill, and preeminent mind.
When clouds of worry covered our sky,
Guiding our boy through the darkest night.
You went beyond what duty asks,
With patience, care, and gentle tasks.
Each step you took, each choice you made,
Brought light to fears that failed to fade.
We thank you more than words can say,
You gave our son a brighter day.
For your hands, your heart, your noble art,
We’ll always hold you close in our heart.
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Dedicated to Dr Atul S Joshi
On behalf of my son Kartikeya
A moment of ecstasy, of being a mother,
A reverie of life gratified.
I saw a glitter as you opened your tiny eyes,
My very existence glorified.
Your charming brio and unsaid words,
Graced us with your fervor.
You smile, sit, stand , walk and run around,
Your little hands, tender kisses and sweet rhymes.
Your first day to school,your excitement,
Adored by teachers, grew to a vivacious being.
As you unveil your intellect, rise towards achievement of
your goals,
Stand alpine with persuation, blessed with no dearth,we all
beamed with pride.
How could I let slip of my memory,
Joyous days when we resembled,
And few sad days of fight when tears rolled down the eyes.
A congruous relationship we had for all those golden
eighteen years.
Myriad thoughts occupy my mind,
I dream of the day when you reach to absolute .
God bless you dear son! With His immensity,
May you stand sovereign, embellished with perseverance
!!
Written June 7th, 2013
Awarded HM
"Oh Father what should I do?
I love her and my love is true.
Oh Father, I don't know what more I can do.
So please help me, help me now,
Make her mine some how."
(and the Father said to him);
"Love her more, love her true,
That my son you have to do.
Show her you care, for you
really do.
Give her time to say,
I love you.
Listen as she speak softly
Hear her every word.
It shows you mean it,
This she will see.
Trust my son
for trust is key."
(he then said to Him who spoke)
"I've heard you speak,
of what you say,
Please give me the courage
the courage to obey."
(the Father spoke again, only to the heart):
"My child you have courage, you've had it,
from the start."
(he smiled as he heard the last part)
"Love conquers all, or have you not heard?"
In a room where they whispered “you may not survive,”
I carried a spark that was stubbornly alive,
They warned of the danger, the edge, the sharp dive,
But hope held my hand and said, “still, you will strive.”
Through fear and through nights where no light could arrive,
I spoke to my son, “we will both stay alive,”
Every beat of my heart was a desperate drive,
For the chance just to meet him, to see him, to thrive.
Then silence—two minutes no breath would arrive,
The longest of moments I’ve ever survived,
The world stood completely still, barely alive,
Till a cry broke the dark and he finally arrived.
They rushed him away just to help him survive,
Ten days under wires just to keep him alive,
Yet even through pain he would gently arrive,
With a smile so soft it made broken hearts thrive.
A miracle child with the kindest of eyes,
Who laughs without reason, who never denies,
With cars in his hands and joy in his cries,
A light that no shadow could ever disguise.
But time took a turn I could never revise,
They said I must leave, though I begged, though I tried,
Three hours a week just to stay by his side,
Counting each second before goodbye arrived.
A year and a half of those moments confined,
Each hug, every laugh, replayed in my mind,
Then they closed every door and left me behind,
Till eighteen long years redraw what’s been denied.
But hope is a thread that no distance unties,
It lives in the love that no system denies,
In every small memory time can’t disguise,
In the bond between hearts no absence defies.
So Leo, my son, as the long years go by,
Know you were the reason I chose to still try,
No matter the silence, the where or the why,
My love stays beside you—it never says goodbye.
Yesterday Thanksgiving
By Franklin Price
11/27/2015
Yesterday, Thanksgiving. We were the dad and mum
Our daughter and her husband to our waiting home did come
Arriving on Thanksgiving eve, we welcomed them right in,
Hugs and kisses all around , our celebration to begin
Had traveled far to reach us. The moon was shining bright.
Arrived in the early evening, not the middle of the night.
We talked and gossiped for awhile; caught up on family
Then shuffled off to sleep the night; all as tired as we could be
Too early was the morning, I was the first to rise,
Moving slowly on my feet, wiping sleep from puffy eyes
Soon followed by my daughter. We had coffee and a talk
She's now almost as old as me; was not how to walk the walk
We quite enjoyed the company not as a father and a child
But as adults to one another which drives the mind a little wild
As we talked, she made me proud of the woman she's become.
Thoughts drifted back to a rocking chair and what we started from
Not long before mom joined us (not my mom, she's my spouse)
She came upon us quietly; just as quiet as a mouse
She is my “little” woman who brings love into the room
It's better if the coffee's waiting to get rid of morning gloom
I quickly got her coffee with two sugars and some cream
Gave her a hug and kissed her, and she quickly joined the team
My son-in-law was still in the bed, been sick, not sleeping well
Was happy he was resting here; thought that was really swell
The three of us talked quietly from Bill was not a peep
Hoped he would feel much better, the longer he could sleep
Talked about what time to eat the turkey and the ham
The corn, potatoes, veggies all the food that we could cram
I know you now are grinning also know you can relate
To all the food there was to eat to have our fill our fate
The four of us together said a prayer to begin
Gathered at the dining table just the place for digging in
When the day was over and the dishes were all clean
And the moon was rising in the east casting light upon the scene
We thanked the Lord for letting us enjoy the company
Hope Thanksgiving was as good for you and all your family.
Hamlet's story
is sad and gory.
From the start the outlook's bad.
The king, i.e. Hamlet's dad,
got bumped off by his loving brother,
who then had the nerve to wed Ham's mother.
One night Hamlet met his old man's ghost,
who said: "My son, while I here roast,
your uncle, who murdered me,
is having a rave-up for all to see."
He added, "I 've got a job for you, my lad,
"Do to 'im what he done to your dad."
But Hamlet never decisively acted,
by doubt and scruples got distracted.
So as he dithered
things slithered
till everyone got killed , alas,
'cept for Horatio and Fortinbras.
Goethe's Faust Part One
is all about this horny don,
who gets browned off by all that learning,
for all he's missed in life much yearning.
Mephisto, you might say the devil,
promises Faust a helluva revel,
on one (see the small print) slight condition,
After the party it's straight to perdition.
Then prancing witches chant "hubble bubble",
Faust goes and gets his gal into trouble.
(Faust may have knowed an awful lot,
but on birth control he weren't too hot).
Things get so bad it can't be true
They perk up a bit, though, in Faust Part Two
Religion
holy, peaceful
serving, loving, dedicating
harbingers, wishers, speakers, sellers
separating, competing, fighting
narrow, isolated
community
community
selfish, bellicose
hating, disbelieving, thinking
saints, bishops, saviors, pioneers
committing, secularizing, uniting
fraternal, human
Religion
SOUHARDYA GOSWAMI, INDIA
(The poem was written by my son Souhardya Who is 14+ years old. He is inspired by every great poet in POETRYSOUP.)