I didn’t feel like running today
Some days I don’t—but I do.
I’ve never finished a run thinking,“I’m sorry I did that.”
I always feel empowered, powerful and ready to deal.
I have blisters on two toes but that doesn’t matter.
Pain is an administrative problem—I just wrap them
with paper surgical tape and run.
I also buy these 1" Polyurethane foam sheets (from Amazon),
that I cut to fit my feet—stuffing them in my socks for padding
—as if I were a professional athlete.
We don’t flinch beneath the heat, cold or rain,
and we don’t prevaricate or complain.
While I believe that life, otherwise, is pretty much nonstop compromise,
I reserve a protected territory for self-respect—where I practice small acts
of discipline—which I can track.
.
.
Songs for this:
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
Somebody's Going to Get Into This House by Jane Wiedlin
Big Mouth
Beyond Control
Lips Alpha Talk
No discussion
Talking straight out
A beginning with no end
Hour by hour
Minute by Minute
No pause
Anger sets in
Then censor begins
Express through the teeth and gums
When will this mouth stop?
No let up
A Duracell Mouth
Going and still going
Christmas approaches, I’m counting down the days
Santas around the world, are filling up their sleighs
Reindeer’s start sprouting wings, under thermal skin
Children on best behavior, concealing cheeky grins
Elf factories all flat out, working shifts back to back
Repair threadbare holes, in Santa’s bottomless sack
Christmas trees felled, on snowy fields of Douglas fir
Our bank balances reducing, some in fact disappear
Decorations light up early, as nighttime starts to fall
Presents all snapped up, throughout shopping malls
If you think for one second, yuletide mania ever stops
Turkeys pardoned for thanksgiving, now get the chop
'X'' Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
26/11/21
Ever teaching life
Never to stop
Until the full stop
W-ords
H-appily
E-xpress
N-onstop
A-ffection
P-oetically
A-pplying
S-weetness
A-s
Y-our
L-ife
O-pens
Topic: Birthday of Whena G. Pasaylo (March 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-xcellent
A-uthor's
V-ertical
A-crostic
N-icely
B-rings
O-verflowing
L-ove
A-nd
N-onstop
D-evotion
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
G-od's
L-asting
I-mmeasurable
C-ompassion
E-mploys
R-ighteous
I-mplementation
O-f
S-ubmission
A-nd
N-onstop
T-eaching
O-f
S-alvation
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Glicerio B. Santos, Jr (June 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
J-ust
H-ope
O-r
N-icely
A-nticipate
U-nder
D-ivine
A-lmighty's
N-onsto p
I-ndulgence
Topic: Birthday of Jhona Udani (September 25)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I-n the core of mind,
Q-uestions are usually asked,
A-nswers come and go.
Form: Acrostic Haiku
You
Do you ever stop?
Love
Lord
I am so thirsty for love I want to love you nonstop
But you don’t care baby you don’t give me a single drop
I love you more than myself so don’t be heartless
You have robbed my soul now you steal my happiness
You have spellbound me so you seem to be the prettiest
How many times will you test my love please babe no more test
I need you so much it’s hard to live without you
It would be so fantastic if you love me too
I am at a place that is not seen with others eyes but with my voice i could ring open the
door and with my hand i could grasp the knob and pull it further open for i must always
reach to achieve the wider range of feat that is the gap of unseen treasures that lay
behind this unopened waiting chance that i have let pass many times before but today today
i feel i must try to strive a different sight that may not be sitting there for me this
time may not be waiting for me with a charming smile and hopeful look of you are welcomed
here.
(i decided to listen to a song and type nonstop till the song ended, i started typing
after maybe 10-15 seconds of the song playing and the song is only 2minutes through
2minutes22seconds long. it was fun! you guys should give it a try!)
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