Success is sweet
When you feel the hardest.
The farther you invest
The better the harvest.
The longer you preach
The exciting you teach.
Before it will rain today
You already have a hideaway.
Luck is very sure
Mix a prayer and action pure.
Your good values is your ticket here
Your good works is your passport there.
I like to Just get to the point in Word The indicator showing the Way Eternal guidance life and death leading to empty or full convergence eminent I advise choose Life the Gospel true Only Truth sets free See
Maintaining head and heart balance, live in vibrant nonchalance
Save unconditional love’s sublime appeal nothing else is real
Be honest, truthful, gentle and just and in God always trust
Be equal in both pleasure and pain, in both sunshine and rain
Only when both mind and body are healthy, are we truly wealthy
Be humble in victory and graceful in defeat, joyous and upbeat
At the end of each day, take out some time in silence to pray
Be alert and awake, playfully learning from each mistake
We will meet people, both kind and toxic, discern using logic
Free from regrets of what could have been, retain soul’s sheen
Engage zestfully in both work and play, joyous day after day
Challenges in life will appear; face everything without fear
08-February-2023
The 12 Things You'd Teach Your Child Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
My love for language is the best
Yet my love for her goes far mile than that.
She lightens my heart with her smile
Even when in the nighttime, I see through her heart.
She is that- subsisting
Who makes me feel healed when drained.
I recollect the night devoured with her.
Her eyes flicker more than a diamond
Her lips are far more seducing than the pinkies
Her figure might not be the best but triggers me to the right
Her smooth pointers make me feel warm
Even in the harmattan season,
I feel I am covered in an air-conditioned season with her
I shall pronounce not her inscription,
For I know not who she is owned by
She is my conviction
For I confide in her
Even the peacock is not as peaceful as she is
Yet, She bears the name
©DR.MILLZ
all pointers is all wisdom
all pointers is all wise,wise of wisdom
all wise is all wise of wisdom
all wise is all wise of pointers
pointers point to wisdom
pointers point to a all wise wisdom
knowledge is a point of wisdom
knowledge is a point of pointers
knowledge is a all wise wisdom
knowledge is knowledge all pointers
a surface is a surface of all pointers
a surface is a surface of knowledge
a surface is a all wise surface
a all wise surface is a all wise wisdom
a wise surface is a wise point of surface
wise is a wise tale of pointers
a tale is a wise tale of pointers
a tale is a wise tale of a tale
a point is a wise tale
a point is a wise tale of a point
a wise tale is a wise tale
disengenuous
yet effective
for
self-esteem
the
merit
of beig erudie
at the outset
with candour
to
the fore
to
bloom
with generosity
inured
from
strife
without
aspiring
to be
proud
or
shunned for
sly deeds
and
wiles
of
the
wise
7 Pointers
In this Lenten time
the Christian tradition
provides 7 signs in
the Gospel of John..
These point to the
Perennial truth of Identity
of each of us
regardless of religion or not..
The Perennial truth is
simply the recognition of
oneself not separated
as world culture insists..
That's it..!
Nothing more..!
Write well
Watch how time tells
Weave your own spell
Dream dwell
Cheer chimes
Taste your own times
Craft your sound rhymes
Deep mimes
New light
Ink stains take flight
Script moments right
Seek sight
Warm glow
Feel how thoughts flow
Learn what you know
Love shows
Live fest
Work with clear zest
Sculpt then your best
Then rest
Truth found
Know your sure grounds
Live happy rounds
Joy pounds
Leon Enriquez
13 June 2017
Singapore
Listen you who think high minded
Who's placed yourself at the doors of God
Who speak for him wagging index fingers
Forcing yourself into chambers so Holy
Rejecting tolerance of men whom God loves
Issuing judgements on reverent behalf
Might find oneself in dubious places
Just a warning friend to embrace humility
5/29/16
I laughed with balls yesterday
I’m not sure why, or what it
was
That was, to cause convulsive
chuckles, I think my eyes
tear-ed
was *****, about toe nails I’m
Sure, but she said something
sharp
from dark she throws, the subtle
wit, moves swift from forest for
kill
I will, write it down next time
on a matchbook, or dial it in
Text
on insect's back, or my hand
It’s prime material, rivals
TV
But see, she has no control
when her jest will spring on
jest
I’ll test her memory tomorrow
See if she knows, this mystery
slam
I am - sure it was a pointy tongue
she’s at her best turning point to
pointer
wanting her, to do it again, from
scripted jousting with cuts and
rubs
in of, it’s self, her bearish fun
would not exists, not alone, she
depends
again, on pointers point, aimed
at her, she has a motive, stealing
your inertia
Cinderella’s shoes fit nice, her feet
when she’s pointing the point;
jokes on me
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