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Some people give joy wherever they go
Finding so many adventures along the way,
Some cause hope in whatever task they do,
To keep civilization progressing each day.
This present world needs people like yourself.
Its pleasures and treasures are literally dying,
Only the strong survive by their inner strength,
Embrace the responsibility that God has given.
Go out among people and run with a clear vision
Earn your keeps, become more than a number,
Give something back to a depleting civilization,
A revere token of nobility for history to remember.
For much of your life, you will have to stand alone
Your heroics misunderstood and misinterpreted,
It’s not going to be easy to fight on your own,
Stand strong, don’t retreat or you will be defeated.
On this path, celebrate every breath of your victory
Don’t let an opportunity slip by without a challenge,
Our brief life here on earth at best is temporally
A test that we must pass before the coming age.
Don’t accept mediocrity, to make you a better person,
You are far smarter than what society has accepted.
Traits is an investment of your personality and passion,
Grab each moment and wrapped them up tight.
Some will try and die regretting the grace they scorn
Most will fade away and leave destiny to make their will.
But appreciate your mortality and seize the dream,
Of a brighter future looming on the road that leads uphill.
Written By: D. Collins 11/12/24
A growth spurt beyond grimy, some never do.
No need for names. They know who I'm talking to.
They are pretty good at changing superficial traits.
But the core of their being is wicked without debate.
That cruddy person will emerge if they spot an edge.
For a substantial gain, good folks could end up dead.
They get Holier Than Thou to complete the fasad.
Swear up and down they are the right hand of God.
Judge them through their deeds and you'll not be surprised.
That, which before you stand, is the Devil in disguise.
What always comes out is what was there before.
The grime, slime, and crud oozing from their core.
The majestic eagle preens itself as a brilliant new day is born.
It flexes its powerful wings to prepare for its daily bourne.
From its lofty aerie it views vistas mere man will never see,
Anon, to ride the vagabond winds, its earthly bonds at will to flee!
'Tis apt that the eagle is the symbol of these United States.
There are so many venerable traits that in each equates.
Cleared-eyed vision, firm resolve and regal nobility,
Meeting all challenges and dangers with resolute versatility!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 10 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Bald Eagle" Contest - October 2010
The brain
Like a bird that will start fighting
And quite fiercely too, I must say
With his image in the mirror
He must defeat him, come what may
And you’ll see him in this struggle
Silly bird, he does not know
That the mirror simply fools him
So he keeps pecking, he won’t go
What a violent confrontation
His opponent won’t give up
So the bird just keeps attacking
And he does not care to stop
It’s his brain, he can not help it
For it lacks the intellect
So this ’crazy’ bird behavior
Is not one he can correct
But not us, enlightened humans
For we are wise enough to know
That encounters with our nature
Should encourage us to grow
That is if we were to notice
Traits and qualities not so nice
We should not be in denial
But do away with every vice
Don’t ignore and don’t get angry
When confronted show some sense
Do accept a fair correction
Don’t just jump into defense
Because virtues will bring blessings
They will keep you wise and sane
Be intelligent, be humble
For you have a human brain.
Wendy Nipas
An evil wind torments the trees tonight
Through the valleys and in the dales
An evil force created by mankind
Wages war on common traits.
As evil minds create such evil tides
The likes of us are crushed by their waves.
Evil deeds in evil times manifest in evil ways.
We’ve seen our people destroyed by their kind. Our hearts grow weak through the loss it takes. Chained to the walls of their deceits and lies, do we break our bones to find new ways.
Evil is here tonight.
Evil has found a way.
To crush the common man, his family and his kind. To break the soul and the pride a nation could always find.
Evil lives and is here to stay.
Life, a miracle too deep to fathom
And each man adds to the cosmic beat.
Passing through stages four,
Human life completes its cyclic round,
Beginning with childhood,
Skipping through youth and middle age,
And ending in crippling old age,
Precisely as the seasons of the year!
Each stage has its thrills and fills
Marked by distinct traits
If childhood is an age of play
Youth, a transition from play to work
Middle age- a time when passions are tempered
Old age, a gradual transfer from sweat to rest!
Life thus sprouts, blooms, fades, and ebbs away
As plants through the seasons four!
Each stage is a link in the chain of life
And birth and death, just doorways in and out
Life after completing its earthly round,
Through vexing trials and waning joys,
Shall enter a world beyond the reach of thought.
Through the gates of death, as we pass,
Yet to another phase of life, we do enter.
As from sleep, we wake to the afterlife,
The fifth season, the close of all seasons!
No more suffering, no more discontent
With a place to dwell where the choir of angels sweetly sing
Where we shall roam non corporeal as free spirits
Where we will not see yet another season!
November. 4.2022
~ Placed Second~
The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Anthony Biaanco
A small boy is playing baseball in a Summer afternoon.
Imaging that some day would be a famous baseball player.
The group of girls are training to compete someday in an
Olympiad.
They played sports for hours to achieve their most desired dream.
Tim hits a home run for first time in his short time of being playing
Baseball.
He runs the nine innings to assure success in his sports life.
Determination is one of the most valuable traits of Tim.
A star is shining, promising to be an unforgettable Baseball player
to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien dream to be famous gymnasts in a far future.
They go to the park every day with Tim to let free their imagination.
Perseverance and discipline will be the factors to fulfill the children dreams.
Time will tell if our protagonists reach their goals in life.
Twenty years has passed in Tim, Christie and Marien lives. They are grown up.
Tim is a famous Baseball player known worldwide. His name appears in the
Baseball Hall of Fame.
Christie and Marien compete in an Olympiad. Won gold medal in a gymnastic competition.
Reach for the stars. Every worth while deserves to be tried at least once.
For Oil Paintings 4 & 5
Sponsored by Eve Roper
Third Place
Nayda Ivette
11-19-2015
At first,
I see only darkness that waits,
perhaps it's the mood I'm in or my present emotional state,
I see shadowy scripts of my more primeval traits.
I see, the evolving universe unexplored
drawn picturesque images to my mind, opened and bored
as if infinite visibility danced in the distant skies
I see faint glimmers of light captured in my eyes.
I see a million or more indescribable forms
breaching the darkness and light in which we all are born
and in the unrelenting intensity of colors of light
I see the cosmos beckoning me to its shows of night.
I see the blanket warmed by day's sun covering the universe
kept safe and held in place by the revolutionary orbits traversed
and the generations now passed, life is still cast
and I see the creator alive and well and unsurpassed.
for James Edward Lee, Sr.
What I see
2/13/19
If love was a boat,
I would sail it everyday, i would explore ways to use it, i would fish from it, use it for skiing and for sight seeing.
I would deliver things across the seas, and spend nights on it watching the stars.
I would wash it with dedication and care ,and make sure every thing was shiny and would sparkle.
I would service and maintain it with pride.
The hull would be of glorious golden stained wood cherishing its past and lasting voyages,
Its deck waterproof proving its resilience and strength and unconditional traits.
And its anchor radiating security and stability,
The heart of the boat.
Its, sail and post helping and encouraging whispers with the wind and the water pushing it along and guiding it through stormy seas.
I would choose my closest people to invite for a ride and show them what it truely ment to me
I would always be there for it especially if it broke down or was ever damaged.
And i would never desert it when it got old or wrecked.
My brain would think of it every day and my heart would never let anything get in the way.
I would cherish the good and the bad,
And remind my self how special it was, when it made me mad.
Because if love was boat, my net would be full and I would the luckiest captain sailing the seas.
*NO LOVE FOR LAZY MAN*
If no food for lazy man
Should he still be loved
The night covers his nakedness
But daybreak is his worst enemy
The sun is never good on his skin
The rain makes him shiver
He's got a tender palms not good for hoes
The work skipped by his hands
Right in his heart he makes up for
He may not lift a stone with his fingers
But his heart moves stretch of mountains
Good things of the world he desires
Names of oldies and newbies found on his tongue tip
He speaks in fables of wealth
Wealth that holds no sweat
He plans on spending fortune he's never earned
A palace he is going to build
He wants maids for his queen which he has not wooed
He speaks of love like a moon tales
The riches brought by the desert whirlwinds
He speaks of a castle to build
Though he's yet a land owner
Choices and traits of his woman
He brags about a lot
Women he wants to love
I guess with mere words of his mouth
The teens are leaving in numbers
Our friend is yet to choose
The virgins are opening the seal and shedding the pure blood
Our friend still dreams of his wishes
No love for lazy man someone please tell our friend
You cast no grains nor plant any seed
You set no trap nor cast a fish net
You sell no tuber nor plough the land
The rain is gone no basket is filled with fruits
The merchant are here
No exchange have you made
The grayhair have doubled
The youths seem to bow for you
When the kids call you father
You know you made no zygote
The sunrise is about to set
Another season gone with no harvest
Still the same stainless palm
If no food for lazy man
Just you know, no love for lazy man
*Conceptual FM ???*