opportunity
slips in like dawn on tiptoe
waiting to be seen
It's a brand new day
New opportunities they say
Just got to find them
Where? Where do I find them?
That's precisely the point
It's just a new term coined
To hide the reality
Because it's not opportunity
If you just get lucky
Here, in my community
I refuse to agree
That everyday is a new opportunity
A quiet love outlives the turning years,
It bends through storms yet never asks to rest,
It hums beneath the weight of hidden fears.
It learns to lose and still be softly blessed,
A fragile thread that will not tear apart,
Though every night it fails the silent test.
It guards a fire that trembles in the heart,
And stands against the sharpest edge of pain,
Yet yields its breath before it turns to art.
For love can war, but cannot war in vain,
It fights the world with gentle, open hands,
Till one soft word can break it like the rain.
“Stay not,” it hears and all it understands,
Is love can live, but dies when it disbands.
Always thinking ahead,
as opportunity seldom knocks,
I'm still and always will be
pushing the envelope outside the box.
As what goes up must come down,
if I may have my way and say today,
airlines should sell seats by the pound,
the more you weigh, the more you pay.
History has shown (we've always known),
when American Indians he's among,
all the better to speak out of both sides of mouth,
white man speak with forked tongue.
As stress brings on distress,
employ mind over matter,
and dispense with the former,
to prevent the latter.
If God created mankind in his own image,
as some are straight and others gay,
was God therefore bisexual
or merely dabbling in shades of grey?
A well-balanced world would be bereft,
it can't be all right as nothing would be left,
and almost lost in obscurity,
its axial tilt of 23.44°,
is also known as 'obliquity'.
Crossing the borders in search of Greener pasteurs.
Where death and chaos ruled the lands ensuring that only the connected survives
In search of a place where one can find peace and happiness
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Entering a place where one's talent and hard work gets rewarded.
Using my skills to build a empire to show the world you can be a winner
Benefiting from my intellect to create a wold of comfort and stability for myself
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
Hard work and perseverance will be rewarded
Going for gold is my destiny
Rising from the ashes to be a flame
Burning so bright that my heat engulfs the coldest hearts
Establish myself to be the winner I'm supposed to be
Breaking boundaries that stood firm for ages
Running with oppertunities needed to be the go getter that I am
The willpower to remove
the mountain lies in the mind
there is not an impossibllity
that one can find
The borderless universe
gives us the opportunity
to channel new pathways
and move with the sun
We have tremendous
power create with time and run
We are born with a blank slate
to fill inside and paint
Whatever our hearts desire
and to inspire as a saint
Our dreams lead us to become
leaders of tomorrow
Why should we fade our thoughts
to live in sorrow
So many gurus have come
into this world and left a trail
Se have sufficient knowledge
to guide us and not fail
The weapon of the mind
can cause the forest to burn
Imagination is the gift of life
to have patience and learn
There wilñ never be another
opportunity to breathe success
Time never returns to reopen
the doorway we once could access
No It Doesn't
It Asks, Like A Lever,
With A 'Tribute';
And A Shovel.
-Gray Squirrel
01-18-2026
Verse 1
Girlfriend Trouble
Pain
Hard
feelings
take hold.
A fight with her,
the one I care for,
and everything now
feels broken and heavy.
I just don't know what to do.
Why does love have to hurt this much?
Verse 2
Time Waits For no One
Tick.
The clock,
quiet machine,
Eat our youth whole,
Chews love into dust,
Leaves bones of memory,
Still,chase its shadow's tail,
Calling seconds by sacred names,
Pretending they'll stop if we sing the song,
We keep on running from the final tick
Verse 3
The River Forgets no Face
Flow.
Limps on
Through our sins
Washing lies away clean,
It hums to the drowned ones
Names carved in its ripples,
Even the mud remembers feet
No step unseen,no crime erased now,
The river keeps our softest griefs always,
Its ancient water never forgets a single
face
Be open to new ideas
Opportunities come in many shapes and sizes
Flexibility’s got many fine attributes
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2025, Honorabe Mention 2025
In the toffee-brown shade of candle wax light
The stone cloistered walls moist and dark
Silent whispers from the past
Sealed beneath Villiers Street
The lonely watery veins of your eyes
Reflected the space between you and I
Between the hard **** of our desires
And the soft recitals of our measured poise
Your hand loose in the vaulted light
The moment missed and the chance released
Like curling smoke drifting onto the street
Dispersing amongst the Embankment crowd
Silently gone like the cold passing gargle
Of the brown-black Thames
On its way to the sea.
Poison is Pat’s passion
Toxicology now in fashion ~
No need to work as an assassin
Lanterns join the bright full moon
casting sparkling gold shadows,
as they pass each other on the street.
With a wide-rim hat, flowing white skirt
and a yellow bouquet,
she pretends not to see him-
handsome gentleman in a suit and hat-
passing by, with his eyes on her.
University days of my youth
life was a smorgasbord of unlimited opportunity
~ where has the time gone?
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Typical short gray curly hair
Smile
She looked away from me as I entered
I would have said hello
She grasped her cane as she sat
Starring into the distance
Her shoes look comfortable
like a nurse's sneaker
She wore jeans and a sweatshirt
I was on my phone
browsing nothing
She thought about me
and I thought about her
Yet we didn't speak to each other
Did her husband pass
Did she have children
I could've initiated a conversation
We were alone in a room
with no music or tv's
When her name was called
"Janice"
She rose from her seat with ease
and seemed not to need a cane
Maybe that cane was for comfort
I'll never know because I lost a chance
to communicate with another human being
so far I'm fairly unimpressed
I keep wanting to give you chances
~ prove your heart is true
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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