Mastery Poems - Poems about Mastery

It's a game, that in order to play it well, Requires strength, and precision with touch. Where no one would claim to be born with it, But it's acquired by long hours and such. While it's mentored and played mostly socially, The lengthy practice is a solitary pursuit. When...

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As I ascend the podium, a predator of piquant pontifications, my eyes ravage the assemblage of adversaries, their countenances a canvas of consternation and morbid fascination. The atmosphere is heavy with the miasma of malignant expectations, a noxious necromancy that I shall shortly vivify with my sepulchral semantics. I unleash, my voice a bestial bellow, a...

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God made man in His own image to rule over His creation. Not according to his own whim, but following God’s dictation. God’s dominion is based on love, it’s how He rules heaven above. Man was to mimic his maker, not to become a lawbreaker. Sin ruined the nature of man and put him at odds with God’s plan. Man succumbed to the evil force, whose...

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With halo gleaming at horizon's edge neath sky of gold, God's sunrise gifts new day. His grandeur fires blessing o'er earth and life, casting the brilliance of His mastery. ...

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Darkness Fills the cocoon Forming transformation Designing a sleeping-beauty Rebirth. Uncloaking nature's mastery From crawly wooly worm Glides butterfly Brilliance. April 28, 2020 ~2nd Place~ Contest: Let the Pens Flow - Butterfly Cinquain Sponsor: Jenish Somadas Judged: 05/14/2020 ...

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How mysterious a force is intrigue - a poet's plight and salvation, a magnet of unyielding supernatural bliss to our muse. Captivating and drawing us to our mastery of mystery, impetuously impelling us as we patronize our exquisite enigma. We hold our breath to unique and incredible realities as its momentum baits and beckons...

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I loved her, and O! How I meant not to! To be my dead wife's husband, and a friend Respectful of her sister, humble, too, And now, respect and friendship're at an end. I thought that I could keep my feelings out Of any interaction that we had, I thought that I had bound them, with ropes stout And just for...

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The anxious sense of self Forged in a flawed reality The blind internal drives Percolating in the cortex just beneath Ubiquitous is the struggle Antiquities impressions preside Reptilian hardwired features Dominance – an extreme will to survive Anxiety, fear, and anger Emotions hard to please Audacious insatiable appetites Malignant cancerous disease The struggle - the fight A metaphorical demonic hold We fall - dropping to our knees Surrendering to our...

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Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting! (Christ did it first, but we must do’t again!) In Imitation of Christ, laugh and sing! Though Christ has shot the arrow through the ring, Still we must live out parables, now and then, Death goes a-begging, once we pluck his sting! Though we fear passing, falcons on the wing… We dive, and bring...

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Simon Hardy. Simon Hardy. Resilience is his hidden name... STRENGTH in his softness, Never misses a chance to speak a kind word, Even though he is most often in terrible pain. He has found a kind of fairness in his serenity. Most of us never get there -- We just can't get our heads to believe, That there is no injustice in the Universe... But...

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Messy house Messy floor Messy porch Messy door Messy mania Alive and well Chaos is where I like to dwell Chaos is my usual norm Without chaos, I am forlorn Messy is what makes me think Messy makes me feel pink Messy chaos Messy me This is how I like to be....

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One of the smallest, most powerful words in the English language is “Yet” the next is “Will”. Kale Brereton Oct 6/2018 ...

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You want to set goal Big enough that in the process of achieving it You become someone worth becoming...

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How convenient it is too see thanks to Thomas Edison's scientific mastery. What do you suppose he would think of us, visiting some place like Las Vegas?...

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every morning birds bring Your acclamation every morning, I hear a new-fangled song nature’s joy, Your mastery...

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