Persistence Poems

ALREADY GONE

We did not notice at first—
the small rebellions of memory:
a forgotten kettle on the stove,
the absurd claim that Tuesday had vanished,
names reshuffled as if in a deck too often played.

The mind does not fall—it recedes,
a shoreline eroded not by storms
but by silent, persistent tides.
Each day an abrasive grain,
each night a hush over once-luminous thought.

She remained

Persistence and Emergence

C-liff
H-eights
E-xude
R-emarkable 
R-esilience,
Y-earning

A-ll
N-oble
N-ew

G-rowth
U-nder
I-ntense
T-rials
A-nd
N-urturing

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Monocrostic (Birthday of Cherry Ann G. Guitan)

You

Many years have slipped beneath the tide of time, yet still I remember.

I was just a youth, standing high above the world from Ocean Towers in Downtown Kingston, gazing out toward the pier, when my eyes caught sight of her. A woman, moving with eerie calm, made her way down Duke Street. There was something

The Persistence of Memory Painting by Salvador Dali - Collaboration with Dilly Dally

Caustic memories dissolve on my tongue
Lingering tastes of battery acid and nicotine  
Cause me to choke on putrid saliva.  
Staring at melting walls, clocks tick in unison.  

Distorted birdsong hums outside of jagged windows 
Under the warped sun, an unrepentant landscape blurs.  
Freshly budding peonies liquefy;  
Veils thin, evaporating the

Hurtfully Healing

Steadily swimming
She flashes a grin
Doc in a boat
Take's a note
she won't surrender.  
She wants to win
finds strength within.

Worriedly Waiting, 
friend wishes she'd ask herself "why"
and paces the French side.  
Hastily helping, 
she rises a moment 
to wave, before waves re-hide 
He feels pride inside

Stand by the starlight,  
The watch boat is tossed
Pain

Im as free as a bird, but i cant seem to fly

Im free as a bird,
But i cant seem to fly...
Taking off is tiring,
Yet i am still trying...
I am still deciding 
If i should take off, 
Or if i should stay,
Forever wanting
Forever needing,
Just a little bit more
Than what my soul aches for...

rising

we rise
although gravity and time 
may hold us in the cupping 
of their hands
we rise in a plethora of dreams
escaping above the vents
of circumstance
we rise into the tent
of all embracing;
and as if, and but, and still 
we rise into each contemplation
new as the reckoning
of togetherness
draws us to the breath
of our existence;
rising, always rising
to meet the

Fall

Mirror, mirror on the wall
It`s not my spring, it`s my fall
But despite my old age
I have turned a new page
I don`t care anymore
Whether I am too fat or small
My wrinkles are my victories
Despite hardships and enemies

Sarah Josphena Hales Persistence

Sarah Josephena Hale wrote to Lincoln
not once or twice, but for seventeen years
asking him to come around to her way of think’n
and make Thanksgiving a holiday without fears

Sarah’s writing was not only for Uncle Sam
She is also known for her poem Mary had a little lamb
a woman of many talents, who is still known today
showing

Persistence 2

Persistence 2
Miracle Man
8/11/2024

Without persistence
you're shy one ingredient
in your formula

Come Into Your Own

It never is too late to start
Pursuing what you dream.
Listen closely to your heart...
Allow your mind to stream.
Do not let status or age
Instill crisis within you.
Successfully turning the page?
Only if you decide to.

All of us when we are younger
Wish that we could be
A certain someone - this, we hunger
For innocently.
Many of us follow through,
Becoming with

Kamala Consistence and Persistence

Kamala Consistence and Persistence

with her each instance 
Kamala and consistence
has much persistence

by Trump resistance
from Kamala much distance
who is full of suspense

great are speech contents
when Kamala became intense
always makes much sense

Are you a mouse or a mountain

Dear guys,size and weight doesn't really matter,                                               A small

Persistence

First sign of defeat
No proxy for persistence
Need chance for repeat.

The Curse of Our Common Master - Gravity

Master - gravity
I’ve spent my life pushing against its pull.
I’ve surrendered my body on the altar of its will.
My god has rewarded me for both my pushing and my surrender.
My body is weak and damaged, but my spirit is strong and free.

My god is one true god, the god of us all.
From it life has

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