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She was a lego queen.
A future engineer.
Building stealthily and smartly,
a quick minded girl.
Six-years-old, and swore her
parents would not buy her legos
because she is a girl.
I watched her build a house,
intelligently and quickly, smartly.
She is the only child I have seen
out of hundreds of children, builders
aged 8 and 9 even, who figured out
how to add the windows which I had been
told by many other children did not fit.
I reached for the phone after she
left, to call her mother, and ask if I might
buy her legos. The phone was disconnected,
not unexpected, just unsurprisingly still sad.
#And The Question Begs...
HOW TIRED AM I?
GIVING IN FASHION THAT ONE CAN BARELY MUSTER PASSION {FOR MYSELF LATELY} BECAUSE...FEELING...
TOO DAMN TIRED...
TOO DAMN DRAINED...
TOO DAMN PAINED...
"WHERE'S MY GAIN!"
THAT'S A COST, A LOSS...
GIFTS & UPLIFT SAYS...
"YOU BEST EXPLAIN?!!!"
YOU GIVE OF YOURSELF, SO MUCH OF YOURSELF,
IN WAYS AND DISPLAYS...
BUT, AFTER...
WHERE'S THE ENERGY, NEEDED SYNERGY, FOR ONE'S OWN INNER WEALTH, RESULTING IN DIMINISHED PAY!
SO MUCH EXERTION...
BETTER CHECK YOUR RATIO!
YOU'RE THE ONE WHO *DETERMINES* THIS,
DONCHA' YA' KNOW! "YOU/ME" ARE SUPPOSE
TO BETTER BALANCE THE FLOW...
"NOT ALLOW OVERFLOW!!!"
GIVE SOME/SAVE SOME...
EVENLY...{RE-DISTRIBUTINGLY}
HAVE ENOUGH ON RESERVE...
*REPLENISHINGLY*
{SMARTLY RESCUING}
I Am So Damn Tired...
-"HOW DAMN TIRED ARE YOU???"
ENOUGH TO KNOW, WHEN TO SLOW, OBTAINING BETTER BALANCE AND PRIORITY...
WITH NEWFOUND APPEAL, FORGOING A FATIGUED REVEAL...ELECTED ACTIONS SPARKS AN ENERGIZING RESURGENCY(ELECTRIFYING PASSION, ON THE SAME CURRENT, COMPELLED OF COMPOSING "EXPOSING" DERIVED HEALING THROUGH SELF AND POETRY...
WRITE TO IGNITE...ACCUTELY AWARE AND AWAKENED
WOW! WHAT A *POWERFUL* REMEDY!!!
TIME TO REV UP!~
A SHAKEUP/WAKE UP SURGE!~
IMBALANCE: "TIME TO PURGE"
INDEED..."PLANT NEW FRESH SEEDS"
A DIVINE NEW VINE TO CLIMB OF PALE PINK ROSES, BLUE BELLS AND LUSH GREENERY...
«CHANGE UP THE SCENERY»
BY THIS SCENE "FIND IN MIND" ONE CAN SURELY MAKE TIME; "I TEND TO DO SO, IN RHYME...
IT'S MY RELEASE & PEACE, ALSO REALIGN"
AND WHOLEHEARTEDLY WHEN I DO...
FOR YOU TOO...
*RE-SET* A DIFFERENT DUE...
RENEW YOUR ACCOUNTABILITY....
ALWAYS REVITALIZE *YOUR BALANCE*
"DO NURTURING WHAT'S BEST FOR YOU"...
IF NOT YOU, PRAYTELL WHO???
THE WHAT???
HOW??? "WHAT'S THE *KAPOW*...?"
"NOW...
AND MY GOD, TO BETTER UNDERSTAND...
OUR WHY???"#
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} May 30, 2023#
The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll
Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance
Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound
Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear
A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar
A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent
A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin
Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts
The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man
The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear
The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within
He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out
He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled
The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end
Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health
You know
The older I get
The more I forget
I watch the youth pass me by
And snicker at their lack of wisdom and sigh
If I could do it all again
Would I still be dumb as I was then?
It’s a shame
That now I know so much
And truly tragic
That I'm so outta touch
A cruel irony of fate
Life is a sick master I rate
It seems so different
Now that I'm old
I wish I could tell them the future
If I may be so bold
There so full throttle
Without a care in the world
As I once was
Into to the pit I was hurled
I cant make them understand
What lies ahead for them
But to be honest
Discovery is quite the gem
Through dangers unknown
The experience’s will be shown
Through the scars they receive
I can only hope
They have knowledge better than I
And navigate smartly
With a well tuned eye
To see path
They need to see
And never lose
How to be free
Eric (and sometimes not)
“hope floats from purple petals to ebony buds”
- Silent One
In darkness, I dreamt in color,
with eyelids fluttering like butterflies.
I’d thought I’d see sunlight,
before I fell into a trance, but hope
tickled the air and the sandman was there,
not to torture but to divine adventure.
“Purple petals and ebony buds,” like pollen
sticks to the fluttering wings of butterflies.
In cruising altitude, felicity is decked out.
The garden site’s lit up with fairy lights.
Trellis rose blooms, suave in velvet,
like a smartly dressed groom in a new tuxedo.
I float, in my restful state, as a bright butterfly,
better than ever, testing my titillated wings.
In darkness, I dreamt in color.
In sunlight, I awaken to the tease
of a truant dream, a rose plucked
and tenderly tickles my cheek and neck;
silent is the touch of a purple leafwing.
Tug of war, Arm wrestling, Rope climbing,
Wildest dance party, all dressed up smartly!
Slashing water upon each other in the front room and then trembling!
We and the floor Sodden perfectly!
This is how, I stepped into my 13 finally.
Dad’s poised guests arrived,
Oh! We had no place to hide!
Looking at dad’s scary hazel eyes,
Out of the corner of my eye, I wanted to have my mom’s sight.
Mom’s cutest wink, was a great respite!
Jumping for joy, We sneaked out to take another flight.
Beginning of 13 was a great delight.
Friends, studies and fun,
My class room was perfect heaven.
We were a group of 7.
Hands up on the bench, out of the class and teachers criticize,
Punishments were the most honoured prize!
Passing the tiffin under the trench,
And then standing up on the bench.
No burden of relationship,
The purest form of friendship.
13 was surely my best of teens!
Stepped on 16
Life is now all about,education and sophistication.
Meeting friends just on weekends.
Me and my nook, is the latest trend.
Formulae, equations and theorem,
Production and reproduction, a big problem!
Why 16 is so sweet? I often think.
I have been on the fastest spin!
It’s the highest tide of the life,
What will I be, my 16 will decide!
I love you 16, You will be my sincere guide.
My maturity, My sincerity, My focus and determination.
It’s all your fight!
Probably it is right,
That 16 will take me to new heights!
I love you sweet 16,
Missing you toooooo much dear 13,
Forever you shall be my dearest queen!
He spoke of faith. I told him I had none. He laughed. I scowled, muttering an obscenity. He continued. Telling me that we all had faith, that I had faith. He asked me if I had a brain. I told him I did. He asked if I had ever seen it. I said I hadn’t. He chuckled. I scowled loudly. “So you believe you have a brain though you have never seen it.” ”Do you use it?” He asked. I smartly replied: “every day”. “And you trust this brain to be there when you need it?” he asked. “Of course I do” I shouted, “I’m not stupid.”
Then it happened. He sprung his trap, asking: ”So you believe in the presence of something you cannot see, trust that when you need help it will be there, rely on it to assist you in making decisions.” Some would call that “faith”.
“When you wait at the bus stop for the bus do you believe that the bus will come?” He asked.
“Of Course”, I replied, “I’d be a fool to wait if I didn’t think the bus would come.”
I had no faith
Save the faith I didn’t have
In having faith
By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com/
Silent twilight like the darkest forest in the southeast
Covered with giant trees and surrounded by huge cliffs;
Sad natives in the valley mourned and cried in vain;
The conscious thoughts believed such coffin would hear
The Kulilisi master as god of prose and poetry,
And he smartly horned the rule with brilliant sounds,
With his handkerchief like a paper plane - landed to start the game.
Then, he rendered the riddle as scrabble-puzzled words;
A wrong try made the fruitless poet to recite
Kulilisi free-verses and poetry of any poetical type;
Then, the unproductive received a gift certificate.
Young and old heard, women and men desired
The title as the Kulilisi Prince and Princess of the Night
So the master stepped forward and riddled the rest;
Then, waited a correct or wrong try from the poets.
Successful dreamers would still occupy the witty floor
And could still enjoy the sweet phrases like Metaphors;
Then, the master of words still riddled a squad of dreamers
And he waited the correct answer and hyperbolically staged the verdict;
Kulilisi ended and the successful poets recited
The undying witty words spoken in figurative language.
My girlfriend invited me to attend her birthday party
With full joy , I dressed up smartly .
I was over the moon thinking , my girlfriend would propose me.
I had a strong opinion that she will unveil our love in front of others.
I was pretty excited and I attended the party.
She was wearing a green gown and was looking gorgeous
Seemed like a beautiful peacock had made its presence felt
She gave a beautiful smile and gave a warm hug.
I was just a step behind entering heaven.
She cut the cake with her delicate hands glorifying her birthday party.
I was behind her waiting with a bated breath for her proposal.
Seemed like she was in a paradise enjoying the day.
She started dancing in an insane way.
In the process her sandals tore and she asked me to fix it
I obliged her order with a smily face.
She called a guy on stage, picked up a mic.
In front of everyone he proposed her.
Can you believe it she blushed and accepted his proposal.
Both of them hugged and kissed each other.
She asked me to take a snap of them kissing each other.
My heart was broken, my dreams shattered.
Tears of pain and embarrassment rolled down my cheeks.
I couldn't stay there for a second and retreated the place.
My heart beat rose to a crescendo.
My first love perhaps last ended in an abrupt tragedy.
....
Sir a moment of your time
Grand as hot as ell
A cavalcade
I thap pend 1 knight
Mute a knee was bountiful
The great z came
before the life of emile
you can't take it with you
its gone with the wind
Becca the new wife
How green wasp
My valley
Where i missed the mini divers
Cause a blank ehhh
Went my way
The lost week
End
The beast leers you olives
Gentle man just nods
Ham let all the kingsmen
all about
Evening found Gene in Paris
The great test
Shown earth
Foam hear
eternity eternity
On the water
Front smartly
Ate days around
The bridge
on the river?
G
G
Bend hurt
This part meant
We see this side of the story
Laws and rent are rabid
Tomb or just his watery locker
My lair shady
Muses of the sound
summer to summer a man
Neat in the height
oil veers the midnight
call boy Pat
On connecting with the french
God
father
Stinging the second coming
_________one___________
_________nest___________
cuckoo some call me
Rock and hall
Dear to hunt her
Creamer versus creamer
you ordinary people