The world's greatest dramatist,
The world's greatest sonnet writer of all time,
The man with supreme knowledge,
The man with a genius brain,
Many writers may come and go,
Yet none can exceed the pinnacle of his genius.
Writing plays dealing with the themes of human life,
He was the one who was close to people's hearts,
Few called him mad, but he never cared,
We may forget the history,
But we can never forget our beloved Shakespeare.
- Medu
preview not a pinnacle
expectation unfolds a dampener
when there's always another
peak to climb on
the humpty dumpty horizon
After much planning and preperation, that day comes when everything is seamless and comes together naturally.
That is the point where understanding combines with wisdom that shows you different paths to enhance your chemistry.
The world you build is one without stress and the absence of violance or drama.
Constuct a world of compassion, sincerity, honesty, consideration, of giving spirits and loving relationships with no trauma.
Finally arriving at the precipus or pinnicle of success, in all areas of your life you can see a clear vision of what is ahead.
The Pinnicle of success is the beginning of another journey, another adventure where scheptics and nay sayers fear to tread.
Be bold in commanding what ever your benevolent desires may be for it is your birth right.
Take the helm and acquire control of the tremendous power within you and turn dreams into reality that once was far out of sight.
I want to be wrapped in nature's hue,
Lost in its splendour,
Embraced by its candour,
I'm feeling blue,
I'm being misconstrued,
My world is latent to them,
They can't come into my realm,
I'm ascending the pinnacle,
I'm chauffeured to the miracle.
I'll smash through every obstacle.
February 28, 2023.
at pinnacle of twenty-twenty-two
kicking off old pair of shoes
primed to dethrone the pine
12/31/2022
She fades,
fades into oblivion.
Even in dayspring,
becomes a void.
She gets rid of her shades,
and gets dyed in black.
Tonight,
her eyes are tedious,
her physiognomy stark.
She no longer dreams,
and will not paint the canvas
of her heart again.
She will no longer roam freely
in the avenue of her imagination.
She won't fly carefree,
won't crackle carelessly again.
As it is the end,
the end of her childhood.
And ahoy!
She celebrates her adulthood.
I feel I have made it to the pinnacle of my life…
Because I am where I feel God would want me to be even amongst the strife…
For He is the maker of all things…
He guides our lives in ways in which He gives us our wings…
To do the work He has called us to do…
Even if others may have a different view…
Being here I’ve learned that you have to live for Him…
Or your calling can be taken by the likes of them..
Those that belittle and cast down your dreams…
Only to help them realize that they still haven’t found there place it seems..
So I’ll live for God and do as He would have me do…
Til all those I love find their way too.
Point Predicteded To Be Pinnacle
Medically care for it which was hygienical,
And then when they had become cynical;
Then did annoint,
With pinnacle point;
Could not wear cover when being rabbinical.
Head came to a point and IQ was very
limited.
J-ust
A-im to
S-oar up high
E-levating
L-ife into the pinnacle of success.
Topic: Birthday of Jasel B. Quero (April 14)
Form: Acrostic Tetractys
Life is a pinnacle of love
Love is a beautiful flower
That grows in the valley of sacrifice
When love is snatched away from you
You are left with shreds of memories which sadden you
Day by day you learn to survive!
Occupied without you, my heart still has much to accomplish,
stumbling through days and nights saddled with lofty goals.
Pressed near collapse by your face and smile, these my daily inducements,
today no heavier than yesterday, the weight of my endeavor seems greater still.
No closer to the sweet pinnacle, harsh hurt gives way to emotions and endless steps,
struggling to advance still in the direction of dimly lit aspirations.
- Written 11 June 2014 at Fort Hood, Texas
The pinnacle of justice
A wing
Uplifted by the positve
Dispositioned by the negative
sciences creation of
complete wild madness
stacked against
odds in war
though never just for fun
a battle royale
with no
winner
the
neons
against
the dulls
For justice
a provocations new
restoration
from the recreation of
a darkness to a light
a conceited
worlds
pinnacle of Justice
to the remnants of a
worlds new Light
the pinnacle
I don't understand you, so...that means you don't exist.
You create spectacular works of art impossible to resist.
Your thoughts and actions are written down, in indelible ink.
Ignorance and ingratitude doesn't move me to ponder, to think.
It's much harder to say, I'm confused by you, I just don't understand,
What is the purpose for my existence, where do I fit into your plan?
A humble person will admit they need help, that they might be wrong,
Misguided or misled, they still feel the need to be loved and to belong.
When one doesn't understand abstract art, because there's no nature scene,
Rejecting Twelfth Night, because they don't know what Shakespeare means.
Saying Picasso doesn't exist, because one doesn't know his brilliant mind,
Isn't saying there's no Creator the same, presumptuous, the pinnacle of pride?
John Derek Hamilton November 20,2015
Rising
I climb towards the pinnacle of my mind
Slipping on my inconsistancies
Grabbing at the edges of my understandings
Afraid to look down
For fear I will fall into my abyss
My feet hold fast
Pushing me upwards
Extending my reach to the next crevice
My brain’s intricate folds
Jagged memories
This words I hold onto
They slow my ascent
My not good enoughs
My cannots
My I've always been this way
Here I am hanging upside down
Telling myself
I'm tired
I can't hold on
It's okay to let go
But wait
I grasp
I reach for the I can
Until I pull myself to solid ground
I stand upon my finite understanding
Now I realize I was never alone
Ropes of hope had held me in place
Over the landscape of my life my eyes trace
Seeing clearly my yesterday
Each step that led to today
All the people that helped me find my way
I realize I have not come to the end of me
My landscape is ever changing
I flap my wings and rise above my mountain
My possibilities are endless
For now my mind is free
In the distance
Eternity
Time is not insurmountable.
Pinnacle
My indefinite existence on this winding road
Discovering passage through woods a peaceful abode
As powdery dust blocks my vision
Then settles so I can see my mission
The wondrous pathway
Long and lengthy leading me astray
As I climb to reach the top
I stand upon the pointed rock
This is my most successful point
Nothing can disappoint
The culmination of my journey
The wealth of thoughts received is worthy
It is the breath of my success
A job well done in a personal sense
The covering capstone becomes a gemstone
Where I stand-alone
Meaningful words turns lyrical
I’ve reached the pinnacle
Margaret Franceschini September 30, 2014
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