Mastering Poems - Poems about Mastering

I will not work myself Into an early grave Building and tearing down All I gave I will not give my name To objects of success Allowing judgement To determine if I did my best I will not yield resources To the hope of Ba'al Stressing myself to sickness Trying not fail I will not bow to a god Who brings Justice if I serve Where the ONE...

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Our mouths don't tell boys Iike us how to play hide-and-seek under the shades of valentino love when we're just toddlers of roses mastering the wild game of love, and song of songs from Solomon's verses whose megaphone had led to the altar lyrical rappers and love therapist. We don't tell boys Iike us that love is as simple as ABC...

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Who would have ever thought All of living could come to this Mourning over what was A perpetual state of exclusionary bliss Pop! Went the weasel, as she moved, Toward the only difference to give her voice While he skipped along behind As the man who yielded to woman's choice Out from original creation, she came He, never quite...the same Throughout HIStory, memory of time Has...

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I am the master of my fate - William Ernest Henley I once wrote a tribute to my oldest brother who passed on several years ago. ...

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When I first visited Saigon Learning the Saigon Shuffle Was difficult And now 24 years later It all seems to be coming back There is an art to crossing the street Dodging the motor cyclists, the taxis, the private cars The bikes and other pedestrians and the buses The art consists of letting the big guys go first Then walk between the motorcycles...

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Dark skies - gather A warm breeze rolls in Disruption; atmospheric pressure Desires; humanity’s troubled sins Perceptions illicit emotions Thoughts; heat - rising in the mind Ancient - safety mechanism Born; important for the time Survival was imperative Consumption; modern times all in vain The conscious creature’s dilemma Awareness; somethings driving us insane Blind drives… Natures blessing - society’s pain The instinctual beast Twisted; we’re one in the same What God...

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Music makes one dance, and the dancer expresses the mood of its sound; poetry makes one recite verses that are lively or dark... it's the state of the moment, that voice trapped inside longing to break free. I lift the burden of heaviness by letting out my breath and give life to words whether they sound soft or harsh, impactful, shallow or profound... I master the...

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In all our days upon the earth they are clouds all around some are light but others dark amidst them there’s hope to be found These dark one’s can be awful black and over boding to the soul your mood seems always cast down hopelessness fills you as comfort’s stole Remember to lift your drooping head up for over your hill lies your eternal...

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The day was short and I was tall, oops, got that backwards after my fall, for I was mixed up and worried, befuddled I say on this brand new morning in the month of May. I set out like a flash and look what I saw not much as you may point and guffaw as without my glasses I followed...

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let night work with her hands in carving out this moon again unto this work of art while, mastering her craft...

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