Life is about win or loose
But dont be afraid.
Be bold when life is loosing
Be humble when life is winning.
Money is part of life
But money is not life
Enjoy life by money
But don't run behind money.
Life wins when you face your problem
Life looses when you think you cannot
Although your life is hard don't care about it
Be happy,smily and face the situations that comes.
Life is about win or loose
But dont be afraid.
Be bold when life is loosing
Be humble when life is winning.
Money is part of life
But money is not life
Enjoy life by money
But don't run behind money.
Life wins when you face your problem
Life looses when you think you cannot
Although your life is hard don't care about it
Be happy,smily and face the situations that comes.
The seed has been planted for all to see
a bitter tasting fruit grows without light
this rotten sense of security justifies the lie
the mortal coil in wrongdoing sparks this bulb
Fused articles spiritually burning every orthodox word
all that is fake becomes the prepared menu on show
reality when it eventually surfaces will be condemned as not right
Two paths to choose from one goes up and the other down
snakes and ladders the dice when it rolls with deceit
the truth will be the shadow questioning each and every step
Game is over when a heart looses all sense of morality and human respect
Arthur Henry King said
as the world becomes less and less Christian
the compensations the world seeks against misery and despair
become more and more satanic
Sometimes love makes no wink a prompter
That steers nothing in proverb
Just as accusation bets to cluster
To course lie a divest herb
Sometimes love fears the acclaimed politician
In whom assurance is reach an Everest
Forfeiting the maimed academician
Which arouses hope but to shatter it
Sometimes love is cruel
To affirm its case off benefits
Bursted out of the duel
Wary of trust on high twists
Sometimes lust is loss
That looses heart's crown
For servant chances toast's roses
Rolling to set sighs off laughter fun
Sometimes love consumes
It costs aging kindness be thrust
To foster blindly for homes
And key the heart's distrust
Sometimes love fume to entomb
That gladden craze; fists doom pleasant
The untold fair treatment costume
Never ceased to coil craze just
Before that comes to being
One must have neglected many a warning
That signals letting go as bravery
Which would have been savory
Watch the doubler tongue
Foaming adaptively to stung
My muse has gone on vacation
Leaves me in a situation
So many contests with fun themes
I can’t come up with anything
An idea rolls in my head
Then looses life goes dead
Perhaps I must patiently wait
Until the idea forms into shape
Too I’m stressing about my hopes
That by Christmas I meet a goal
To have the book at least printed
The line editor was great and consented
After the minor changes were typed
I sat up all of the other night
But I saw an error or two
Sent it back for a redo
So by my birthday I’m hoping that
Once the typist sends it back
All will be well and I’ll proceed
To get it printed with holiday glee
What Makes Me Smile book
Is now a 50 page look
With a goal to encourage souls
Written by poets we know
So my muse is preoccupied
But perhaps too busy tonight
I hope to deliver this December
As I promised I do remember
Onto hope is necessity
If waiting would not profit
Growth rate of yeasty bids
Boldly into anticipating yields
For anointed oil to fill pot to its brim
Hope hurts hasty head,
Healing heart's hindrance hurting...
Higher honor's host.
Onto chance is doubt
If shaky wait looses grip
Of expected time of being
Beyond what caution's seat
Can tame to ease such tension
Waiting weighs wit's will,
Wether with weight, work wows well,
Wad weary wall's war.
Onto anxiety is probability
If due luck isn't forthcoming
Gradually brighter to dying eyes
For long viewing afar its due arrival
Building capacity to hastily bear its cross
Anxiety ace acts,
Awaiting apt adjustments...
Alive abounding.
Onto peace is accord
If faith assumes rightly
Tightening Word's interval
Which drowning sea can't sink
Timing unfulfilled drift beforehand
Faith fights for future,
Featuring failure fearing...
Fulfilling fortunes.
Onto belief is assurance
If rest solely on its scope
Trying time's ton ultimately
Search endlessly not too early
Yet assessment bids via grace
Resting relieve risks,
Racing refined regret's reign...
Rapture reserved raw.
Applaud with relief you are history
Grateful of serenity not daily worries
How do you live destroying emotions
Each bond you built only with motive
For you built beautiful promises
All of which under false pretenses
Prayers that you feel the ugliness
Your actions bleed out to others
Great examples for your family
Deranged morals to show a family
Dark energy always looses
Unconditional love wins always
Friends is an honor one cherishes
Friends don't instigate dividers
Finally arrival to washing away your ugliness
I thank you God for cleansing
I AM THE LIGHT WITHIN THE DARK
On the course of life's highway;
I am walking to mine horizon;
In the witness I am smart;
I'm a walking to mine horizon;
I am the light, within the dark;
I am the heat, in the fire spark;
When noon nest loses in light;
Standing on the curb
In the witness I am smart;
I am righteously embarked;
On the course of life's highway;
I am walking to mine horizon;
I am the heat, in the fire spark;
I am the light, within the dark;
PIDGIN(NIGERIAN)?for di coarse for life's highway;
i am walking to mine horizon;
for di witness i am smart;
i'm a walking to mine horizon;
i am di lait, for inside di dark;
i am di heat, for di faya spark;
wen noon nest looses for lait;
standing for di curb
for di witness i am smart;
i am righteously embarked;
for di coarse for life's highway;
i am walking to mine horizon;
i am di heat, for di faya spark;
i am di lait, for inside di dark;
No Tree
is possessive of its own fruit
When ripe, tree lets it go
If plucked, it doesn't stop
It weathers all weathers
till it looses life
to calamity or deforestation
No human
should be possessive of Knowledge
Knowledge is akin to fruit of one's effort
Let it go, share fully, half-way is unlike tree
Absorb criticism see good in it
Nurse quest, gain wisdom
Serve humanity, till life departs
___________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India
with nothing buckled down
voices clash in debate-angry
lured into playground fury
independent thought spinning the air
overlapping like the puzzle pieces of poetry
words in a labyrinth
voices of proclamation
boundary pushing
clashing against a wall of not listening
when independent thought trumpets its sheen of
self creation
but looses itself
in the formless rage of "I am right"
justification
Apiece of heaven
In twenty seven
Falls from the sky
So many will die
Some are left to cry
The world will reel
But it will heal
It needs to be understood
Fire burns all that's wood
For food people will fight
The world looses its light
Forever night
The world changes
Rearranges
Gone is the places we knew
No plants grew
Most animal life
Lost amid the strife
Mankind's darkest hour
No one in power
Dark days ahead
How will the survivers be fed
Confusion runs free
This frightens me
All that I see
A world go's mad
Sad
Struggling to survive
Those still alive
Don't know if I want to be there
So unfair
End of time
End of my rhyme
Time is indeed changeable...
but here, not a reference to
Einstein's Sense equated
for when time ages, it quickens –
looses elements, as an older
body looses functions of
motion, leaps the gaps
between thoughts, unaware
of spaces once consciously
traveled (forgotten the reasons
for places and their dynamic purposes) –
mountains become
dust...
seas become beds
of salt – waves and tides
no longer aware of self's current-memories...
kings and queens
devolve from royalty to fond
myths
Time has no beginning
nor end, outside life's infinite album
creation fills with photos of past, living moments,
and dreams yet to be begotten –
Time began with God
and rests not until His man
.
I
Rest on
One
Intimidation
Who
Coercion
Blinks
Threat
First, looses
Fear
Dare to look into
I trick
The eye of the Beast - to win
Don't trust much on your skill
It may breath dreadful chill
Take care of your grace
To avoid been efface
Keep your balance to the drill
Electric is my friend
To you let me pretend
It has never shocked me
Cos I do get my breathes flee
Still I do contend
A mistake so dangerous to life
Is peeling live wire with knife
That could be for bet
What profit is it to get?
If hell becomes the afterlife.
Once on an electric pole
Seeing myself in control
Our community's electric light comes at a turn
And that's never a concern
This gives more courage to my soul
I climbed the ladder confidently
My decent hands' grabs move evidently
As I connect the neutral well tighten
UP NEPA got my mind frighten
And my soul's confidence looses accidently
If it were to be the first time
Lack of experience would have been a crime
But such have learnt from in the past
And by grace gain a vast
To learn to mime
The first one resulted to a fall
From a ladder so tall
Thankful to my boss
His laughs sensitize the chaos
And his guise pathos awaken my call
We're all part of the colors the Earth wears with grace
Her beautiful colors every where, every place
Look at the grass, the flowers and trees There is bright vibrant colors in all of these
The blue ocean spreads out across the land Coming to rest on the beige chrystal sands
See all the animals, the birds and the bees There is beautiful color in all of these
The most beautiful colors the Earth has to see Can be found in humanity, of you and of me
The plants, the animals, the oceans and trees The diversity of man was all meant to be
Show love to each othr, we're all part of Earth's grace.
The wonderful colors that make up this place
.Always remember as your living your life
Earth looses her colors when there's hate and strife
Keep Earth looking beautiful all her colors to see
The plants and the animals and you and me
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