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Desparate Hope
Desparate hope
chooses own way
leaving no scope
to stay away
Must be fulfilled :
Only target,
following till
turning perfect.
Not to give up
at any cost.
Mind to set up.
Aim never lost.
No question
to deviate.
Give attention
being quiet .
Strong will power
gives confidence.
and to shower
firm patience.
Said or unsaid :
Appreciate !
Victory ahead
Hope desparate .
“The power of the will is a fire
That lies not outside, but within oneself.” By author
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Power of the Will
When fate has dealt us severe hammer blows
And the sun is veiled for days in a row,
When dark clouds shroud our mind with dull despair
And strings of sturdy storms lay our soul bare
Let us call on the power of the will
To infuse in us stern strength to stand still;
A sincere sister of perseverance
Deep from the self, will power draws its sense
And within us eternally resides
As a fire to forge ahead that presides
Over the part we play to reach our goals
Without staining with soil our sacred soul.
Yes, you can sit here running up my hotel bar bill
Or, you could go get the love of your life
You can sit here drinking beer all night long
And feel sorry for yourself
Or you can go out into the world
Be proactive and make something out of yourself
Now's the time to think do I want to be a loser
Or do I want to be a winner
Yes, you can sit here running up my hotel bar bill
Or, you could go get the love of your life
You can sleep and be all lazy as can be
Bumming around your house all day long
Or you can go out into the world
Each and every day
With a strong desire and will power
To work hard
Now's the time to think do I want to be a loser
Or do I want to be a winner
Yes, you can sit here running up my hotel bar bill
Or, you could go get the love of your life
You can drink and smoke and
Party all of the time
Wasting your precious years and
Hard earned money
Or you can limit yourself to drinking in moderation
At special times of the year and
saving your hard earned money
Now's the time to think do I want to be a loser
Or do I want to be a winner
Yes, you can sit here running up my hotel bar bill
Or, you could go get the love of your life
You can do nothing with your life
Or you can be proactive and make the best
That you can out of life,
The things you do,
The places you go,
And the people you meet
With a smile on your face
Now's the time to think do I want to be a loser
Or do I want to be a winner
And be an inspiration in the world
JEHOVAH REIGNS:
All in the hands of Beelzebub!
The tempter of mankind,
The ancient adversary of GOD,
Who can never over throw Jehovah.
Why does he causes men to fall;
By explicitly seducing men from ages to ages...
Corrupts and blesses them with riches,
Then later steal their souls...
Inputs pride and enviousness in their hearts,
Which makes them grow rebelous...
He broadcasts his cohorts into the the world,
And the weak vessels get possessed by them...
Hence they go about infringing on others lives,
In order to win more souls into his camp,
Through music, movies and fashion...
Then later makes their lives go worst?
All in the hands of Beelzebub!
Why is he going about causing litigations,
Causes families to rise against themselves,
Causes friends to grudge among themselves,
Causes masters and servants to fight themselves,
Causes countries to fight themselves,
Causes religious entities to hate themselves,
And make them have their respective faiths...
He withstands the will power of men,
Because he wants to be worshiped by them,
Instead of men worshipping the True God...
He blindfolds men to go astray,
By making them worship creations,
And he makes life unbearable for the righteous,
By inflicting them so they give up on serving Jehovah?
Well, forever in the hands of Jehovah,
His chosen generations dwell as a big household.
Forever in His house...
His True worshippers keep their hopes and trusts.
The ruler of this physical realm is awake,
But the eyes of the Most is graciously at stake,
On the lives of his sons and daughters.
In him do we evidently originates,
Yet, He has allowed Beelzebub to rule this place
But verily, this place would soon fade,
Together with the ruler and his cohorts.
The King of Divinity's glory will then be seen,
And the new world will be filled with peace,
As we will forever worship at Jehovah's feet,
And there will be fulfillment of His promise, indeed.
Colonel Orenthal Thaddeus Simpson
A gentleman of confidence and ambition, whose impression superimposed upon the common folk, a speech concerning absolute existence and the result of it. A self-built and well-constructed plane is valueless if it is without an engine, wings or instrumentalities and the sheer will-power to keep it airborne. Speak it into existence. Don't just dream it, but make your dream your future reality! That is the difference between dreamers and achievers! You can talk all you want, but it won't get you to the sky where your dreams are! You're gonna have to build yourself a well-constructed plane and sore into the sky on not gas but your ambition, confidence, and belief! I am unwavering on this concept for I, myself, is inherent of possibilities simultaneously cast into existence by minds equal in nature its ability to touch the Heavens and its untapped vast wonders just waiting for exposure sake. It is far too long to be in the foddered muck and mire festering in the realm of "not to be". In Heaven's light, reveal thy true selves "to be", anticipants for the succeeding evolution of human development. Our minds will be the next chapter, our bodies, the next verse to be read, in a novel world yet to be written . . .
2020 February 13
*3rd Place*
STRAND SELECT O ,any form ,any theme
~~Brian Strand
As a boy Charles fished on the Thames riverside
He had a songbird, a dog, but life took a slide
His father got him a dead-end job in a Scottish town
It became a vortex bringing him down.
He got married young, soon nine kids to feed
His job barely paid; how could he get freed?
He illustrated books, still not enough
If you want to restart, in that situation its tough.
He ordered goods on loan, sold them for the bottle
Urge above reason, opened up full throttle.
He raided his kid's money box, he had little choice
The craving was too strong, it suppressed that moral voice.
One night he drank wood varnish, had no money for a drink
Such crazy self-damage drove him over the brink
Got delirium tremens, for months had to crawl
Doors closed behind him, he entered hell hall.
He ended up confined in a mental home.
Hallucinations crept in, much memory gone,
Was he a victim, or would you call it his sin?
Punished beyond justice, then epilepsy did him in.
For Charle's son Arthur, fate made amends
Arthur made his own path; could back out of dead ends
He created "Sherlock Holmes" a story that still has a hold
He wanted more fame for other books, but there he stuck gold.
Maybe Charles too could have made it, was not sealed for doom
Didn't have to have ethanol carve the letters on his tomb
But the craving is strong, drugs modify the brain
Sheer willpower can't take a man off the runaway train.
What is it that you're under?
Life is beautiful
Yet you make it roar ?? like thunder
Trying to get through this journey
Trying to make a change
Somehow things still feel the same
Its strange
How you'll spend your whole life
Trying to impress
Unsure ?? of your purpose
Thinking did I really deserve this
Pressure
Lets break it down
Treating yourself unworthy
When we all deserve our crown
Being put down
Without having the will power to get back up
Lying in a state of comfortbility
Not realizing you were stuck
Yep that's us
We as human beings
Lacking alot
So confused
But God never forgot
Pressure through our peers
Did more trying to be accepted
It brings you to tears
All these years
And then you finally develop into your own
Now realizing that the only approval you need
Is the one on the throne
Pressure of trying to be of the world
Yes that's us
Putting up a big ole fuss
Over unnecessary stuff
That we can't control
Pressure of being afraid
Knowing that if you're not like others
Sometimes friends will trade
Yes they will
We may experience hurt
But we have to learn to forgive
And just live
Pressure to belong
In an unfit song
The words just don't mix
Time for revision
Have to do it quick
Practicing a new step
To follow
Even when your not content on which direction to go
Go with the flow
Pressure in relationships
That don't belong
That are old
Still holding on
When you know your past life
Is renewed the old you is gone
Pressure is surely what you make it
You can overcome it
You can face it
Being under it doesn't make you feel any lesser
These are my thoughts
No Pressure
Written By:Concetta Hardnett
11/4/2015
The lay season has been put to rest
and now my good intentions are finally
put to the test
It would be nice if promises of new
could be wrapped with desires of
the old
alongside red bows of will power
toppled with crimpled wrappings of
success
The tinsel has been put in store
presents opened wide, no more
wanting only
the health that has been hoped for
I now must do my bid to work at it
if I want ,
the jubilant joy of tomorrow smiles
to grace my front door
yes, the lay season has been put to rest
and the January winds are moving West.
January 7, 2019
the feathered are creative and...
the raven rates a number one on the
bird intelligence scale of inventive creativity...
different species typify various problem solving...
logic-skill techniques that 'metaphor' creation of some
'cause' by which they reach a specifically desired relative 'effect'....
andt being morning the bird feeders were...
low on seed so white-throated sparrows fluttered
repeatedly against the window pane behind which i sat...
"to the garage and the birdfeed" their actions echoed...
in their manner and so in five minutes the desired deed of
a specific human 'effect' was fullfilled as an exercise of bird will power...
the sparrows flocked to the feeders and after eating...
two of them flew to the window and fluttered their wings again
and this time as a 'cause' their actions had a 'thank you effect'...
(yup...i waved hello....they got me well trained....hmmm...oh well : )
stans sand
Background:
The Great Wheelbarrow race is an annual event in May of each year. It replicates the Chinese pushing all their belongings in wheelbarrows , prior to modern transport, to goldfields near where the race concludes. I would imagine the Chinese walked whereas the participants in todays event run whilst pushing an empty wheelbarrow for a distance of one hundred and forty kilometres. The event raises money for local charities.
The Poem
THE GREAT WHEELBARROW RACE
The Great Wheelbarrow Race
it will soon be on again
They'll start off in Mareeba
and they'll run through Almaden
They'll also do Dimbullah
probably stay there overnight
Next day they're on the road again
before any sign of morning light
Whilst camping in Dimbullah,
there's live local music bands, they'll share an evening meal
Another day has come they'll be heading further south
the will power will be tested, stiffness and soreness is what the runners feel
It's tough work to push a barrow solo
gotta keep on running , never get a rest
Whilst the relay runners which consist of three or ten. take turns to sit down in a cab
some they run for fun, others want to prove they are the best
All the barrow pushers
are supported by a bus
The relay teams jump in and out
it seems with little fuss
When pushing a barrow
for over forty kilometres per day
It's a real test of endurance
there's some that fade away
And finally it's day three
there's only three kilometres to go
There's many relieved happy faces
as they hit the finish line in the town of Chillagoe