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NEVER SAY DIE
The pole star disappears in the tempest on high sea,
the ancient mariner in you loses the bearing awhile.
Morning sends the sunbeam from the rising horizon,
the course to the green shore for you gets defined.
If you lose a race on the stretched track called life,
don’t forget you have a long marathon ahead to run.
After the gruelling effort you’ll reach the winning post,
and find life waiting there to offer you your due prize.
If you’re lost in the labyrinth of living, trying to escape,
and find the exit doors getting closed one by one,
don’t lose hope for at the end of the tunnel
another door will open and you’ll see light appear.
If the hours of the day run out fast for you,
the sky falls with the dark night of misfortune,
don’t forget the sun must set to rise once again.
So, wait for the sunburst morning, never say die.
February 28, 2019
Contest : Pick A Title
Title chosen : Never say die
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
My spirit is a fighter
determined, never-say-die
The devil tries to deter me
scoffs: Why even bother to try?
I see a mountain above me
towering over the clouds
A wee voice anxiously warns me
Only way to return -- in a shroud
But my spirit is a born climber
nothing if not courageous
Daring danger to defeat him
he maps out a climb for the ages...
I espy swirling waters below me
in which a young lad flails away
Can I swim? Does it matter? --
I've been selected to save the day
My spirit prods me to jump in
grab the boy and struggle to shore
Alive and happy, if exhausted
prepared for the coming encore...
Yes, my spirit is a fighter
determined, never-say-die
taking on every new challenge
looking it square in the eye
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Entry in 'The Human Spirit' contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
~ September 13, 2022 ~
Imagine a lovely garden, tea for two and this story:
The sound of your voice is a soothing balm,
That eases my tension and fills me with calm.
Whenever I'm homesick and feel all alone,
It's the sound of your voice that takes me back home,
To a time when my worries were simple and few,
And my problems, then complex, were just something new;
A thing yet untried and so they confounded,
The heart of a youngster still new and ungrounded,
In matters of managing life in extremes,
And if not for you I'd have lost many things.
It's you that has given me courage to try,
And reach out for a goal and never say die,
And though I gain comfort,
And wisdom in years,
It's the sound of your voice,
I still long to hear.
Judy Ball
(Life - Like A Home Needs Love For It's Foundation.)
For I Fancy Another Sad Poem Contest by Constance LaFrance - Aug.15,2011
Never say die or you just might believe it.
The words you ingest go straight to your chest,
and if your heart is sick you just might heave it.
Speak to your greenery in such mean terms,
and they certainly react, withering slowly on impact,
as if physically attacked.
Talk to water molecules, and microscopically watch
the astonishing effects of speaking life or death.
If you say "die," like a severing knife, they disunify,
but speak of love and kindness,
and they miraculously bind in fascinating patterns.
Likewise, you are water --- over seventy percent,
so make every intent to speak life.
Each frozen drop of rain is shaped uniquely,
fashioned in a unified design.
What words are spoken
to these snowflakes as they fall?
The Lord of all whispers words of life.
So likewise, speak of life
and thrive beside a lively creation.
"we fall that we may rise
amazed at our fortitude
our resolve does surprise
of never say die attitude"
Inspiration lines written by _Unseeking Seeker
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Rising from the ashes of my existence,
realizing that I must be the one to change;
surprising me that I can leave woe in the distance,
tranquilizing my life with a simple rearrange !
Years of grief I leave on a funeral pyre,
tears I wept in imagined wild places;
fears, pain, sorrow and grief I now set on fire,
repairs to my heart and soul will erase all traces !
Soaring with eagles I am new and reborn.
exploring- I feel my beauty and youth again;
restoring my energy so I have no time to mourn,
pouring out words with the courage of my pen !
Like the mythical bird Phoenix I die and rise,
childlike I see my world with new eyes of light;
divinelike is my attitude- now courageous and wise,
dreamlike transitions have again made my life bright !
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March 26, 2021
Poetry/Double Lento/Rising From the Ashes
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1341-876-26
All Rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France
Written for the Premier contest, Phoenix Rising
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 03/30/2021
Third Place
The life of a Christian believer
can be wearisome and lonely at times
for the furrow we walk can be tough
as the route goes in many different lines
But we must remember what the Lord said
it won't be any easy path that you take
the Lord's way was difficult for him
so ours will be likewise no matter the stake
Remember they are others on this way
and before us also in years gone by
so be mutually encouraged to be sure
stand fast with them never say die
Learn from others walk of faith
be determined, keep the upward look
God knows your every step you take
know well from God's holy book
Know well God'll never ever forsake
His child walking along feeling alone
for in heaven, those there spur you on
look unto Jesus your living cornerstone
('that is, that we may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith, both yours and mine. ')
Romans 1: 12 (ESV)
Why do we choose live by the creed of Never's
Never make promises when you're laughing
Never trust nostalgia wearing perfume
Never regret love for its evermore
Never admit a secret to the wind
Never judge a day before 10 a.m.
Never eat before you sleep
Never ever give up
Never say die
Which brings us to atone with
a brighter tune of hope "The Ever's"
Ever free
Ever being green
Ever more than ever
Ever lasting and laughing
Ever seeking the truth that you may find
Ever learning to feel what you can't know
Ever holding a soul when it quakes with fear
Ever sitting with silence as if it's a friend
Ever letting sorrow teach you how to survive
Ever blessing the cracks that helped you mend
Ever taking a full breath as the moments fly on by
Ever finding your flame where your shadow lies to you
Forever plucking forget-me-knots to cherish whatever they say
Red breasted, slightly dismal.
Chirping softly beneath the old oak tree.
Worried I approached slowly but
It showed agitation as if afraid of me.
I saw a hawk hovering above.
Bet it thought it was her day
To get a free meal but
Not if I could help it, it was not her prey
I found a stone and aimed high.
Bulls eye, the hawk flew far away in fear.
Slowly I approached and gathered
The poor bird kindly in a clean woollen wear.
My house was not far from the oak
I luckily found help near by
A wild life rehabilitator
Who knew what to do. Never say die.
Days passed and suddenly
A robin flew up on my window sill.
Was it the bird I had saved?
I dream it was, for that’s why dreams are a thrill.
SHE IS LADY ZOYA
From rich bucket bills of grandeur bliss
Dawns wobbling chills from cruel treachery
Harsh is the murmur of the night, my Lady
Has Aidos spang slain as disgrace ink reign?
Swarm of bees threats and afire the days
Seems... to live life, one must be on break away
Gowns and golds gone like a storm
Tears a rain clouding the seeds of reform
Never-say-die attitude the tarring rock
Ah! The Lady Zoya got this trait in blocks
Shut down on countless turbulent thuds
Still, she arise like a Monarch from the mud
Royal blood dance viscous to her veins
But to burlesque shows, she swayed in vain
For her children: Nicholas and Sasha.
Her picturesque-like the late Princess Diana.
Huge fire almost killed her children
She changed. Later became, a fashion designer
Simon Hirsch saw a diamond from a spread of roughs
He married and dressed her in lovelier stuffs
The tambourine music of war took her husband life
Penthos again bathe her ever wounded thrive
Yet, love abounds never did she succumb
She strive to strum melodies from the crumbs
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**Zoya Konstantinovna Ossupov is a Russian countess,
a young cousin to Czar Nicholas II during the Russian revolution and World War I..
Terms:
Aidos: shame, can range from a sense of respect
Penthos: grief, suffering
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9:38pm; November 11, 2014
6/21/22
"Steel Blades"
All these spiels and games
Yet another shady deal made
We do not feel the same
Chop you up with steel blades
Your body left in the field decays
I've no interest in starting to kneel and pray
Too many secrets hidden and sealed away
Regardless does time ever truly heal the pain?
It's happened 9 hundred and 11 times
Eventually I had to sever ties
Because it all started to jeopardize
For the longest time I could never find
The way toward a better life
In darkness the sun would hardly ever shine
Until the second I, recognized
That I was being less than wise
So I switched it up and reenergized
Memorize that goonies never say die
Still searching for where the buried treasure lies
Claiming they're legit with fake papers
People always trying to gain favor
No need for a weight trainer
I got to accumulate paper
Still all the snakes and haters
Don't be such a naysayer
Or wait a day later
I'm breaking through the clay layers
Meanwhile life's always throwing out haymakers
How I handle it is a game changer
When in great danger
Found a way in nature
Within eight acres
Many times for others I became a savior