Practice makes perfect
Progress makes knaves
Cacti makes pear juice
Congress makes slaves
Panic makes errors
Pressure makes waves
Comfort makes cohorts
Cancer makes graves
Feat Attempt
Preparation
Practice makes perfect talent capability
Challenging the Mind, Body, Soul
Focus straight line
Step by Step maneuver
Word of caution
Careful not to fall
Precision in brief pause, but don’t stall
Mind Control
Courage instinct
Confidence and Endurance
Watch out for Anxiety
Keep your nerves calm
Accomplishment Take
Make no mistake
Covered under Heaven’s sake
The Walk
The Finish
Proven victory and distinguished
The watch below
History books
Remembrance and Reflection
Not a Ladder step up
Typewriting keyboard set up
Hands on the keys
Typing letter after letter
Accuracy that matters
Speed will come
Practice makes perfect
Afterwhile, you will become a typing dynamo
You will be your own quick moving typing gizmo
Pace yourself
Be calm and patient
Don’t let anxiety get to you
In due time
Typist will be in you.
I was startled by what I had seen,
neighbors’ kids on my porch looking mean.
I said, “Boys, you scared me!”
They responded with glee:
“Good! We’re practicing for Halloween.”
The best of me,
I critique everything inside and out,
Trying to figure what things are about.
Being hard on what I do,
Making sure it is right and true.
If I fail, I try more,
Being the best is what I aspire for.
I am the hardest critic, I know,
Judging my choices as I go.
What is right, never wrong,
Work and work hours long.
Practice makes perfect; I believe that's so,
Study, research, review there's so much to know.
Stay out of trouble; no gossip train,
Don't cheat or steal; future goes down the drain.
Life is precious, so stay on track,
Always look forward, never look back.
The best of me!
His first time in the boxing ring, just a shard mirrored glass,
excited, but also scared, he thought he was faultless.
Rolling on the balls of his boxing stance, toe, heel, step dance.
A romance with his pivot maneuvers and his fist advance.
His opponent well-executed single punch, a water flow knockout,
he wasn’t expecting a broken bloody nose, swelling black eye blackout.
The voice within wouldn’t ease, practice makes perfect he did see.
Made him like a natural weathered piece of sea glass within salty sea.
7/19/2024
A stitch in time saves nine, lest, out of step lose pep, 'ere gains back mislaid track; cruise control, lose neutral.
practice makes perfect
as perfect is relative
subject is practice
Practice makes perfect, is an old adage
but it’s up to us to choose skills to hone,
which satisfies desires that in heart rage
and if resolve be steadfast, we will own
the magical flow, as rapture full blown.
Let us then oh wise one, choose God-connect,
pulse of love detect, let it grown unchecked,
recognising He dwells within each form,
correcting consciousness till soul’s perfect,
as formless presence tranquil in life’s storm.
They will never know,
The pain that sits in these bones,
My recovery is not as simple as it seems,
Mentally i'm falling apart,
I watch those the same age as me,
Smiling, and enjoying one another,
As I sit here locked in these four thin walls,
I can’t leave,
I tried but there is no escape,
My midnights become my afternoons,
As I try to picture the end,
The one where everyone wins,
But I know in my story there's no win,
Because when you think you're almost there,
Someone comes along and hold you under,
Under the cold dark waters,
Should I try to breathe,
Or should I let it be?
There hasn’t been anything but black and white,
Everyone is picking fights,
Why don’t they see,
There slowly killing me,
I tried praying,
I tried changing,
Nothing has worked,
Sometimes I lay here as I would when I take my last breath,
Because they say practice makes perfect,
I’ll never be perfect,
They will never know,
They will never see,
But here they are,
Slowly killing me.
Not a question
But a thought
Singing with tone of poetry words
Rhythm and sound being heard
A thought should or not
Sounds more like a plot
Perhaps a test in singing to see if a glass break
For Heaven’s sake
Maybe practice in prepare
Maybe I shouldn’t even dare
Gifted to sing
Performing is another thing
Sing with desire
I don’t want the Fire Department to come with singing causing a fire
I have been told good luck
I have also been thought my singing sucks
I wonder, I really wonder
I wonder what Heaven would say?
Maybe ok
Perhaps singing, I should stay away
Practice makes perfect
Consider and try
Assurance is forming why?
Back again to sing or not
My throat feels as if something is tying a knot
My advice to everyone, bring your ear plugs
It is about to get real
Like it or not
Sunday’s leap
and praise
This rest
among friends
in cozy pews
communing
with God
The greatest honor
I wish
all knew
The love
on fire
Holy Spirit
spire
This rest
with eyes and ears
on word of God
The word
that cleanses
No pressure
to be perfect
whilst being perfected
When you love
HIM
you WANT to please HIM
Practice makes perfect
this rest
Each day
restfully obey
Lean into HIS holy arms
Lay on his lap
The blood of Christ
afforded that
The curtain was ripped
Its thickness cut
The entrance couldn’t be entered by man
only one man per year
went past
Sometimes it was curtains
for the priest
Now
all who accept Christ
have peace
to rest
in HIS grace
Happy Sunday!
what is betrayal
belied expectation
rooted in attachment
which signals delusion
now that we know
are we free from grief
or are we yet in bondage
let’s not be harsh on ourself
it’s alright to repeat life lessons
for we know practice makes perfect
05-May-2023
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So few of us created
exhale Love with every breath,
from the time when we are born,
to the moment we face death.
Offer Love when you're able.
Give, when you can, your best.
God fills in the empty spaces,
and takes care of all the rest.
Practice makes perfect.
Practice Love often and at your best.
Leave this gift of life fulfilled.
Return to your Creator blessed.
We are a place where kids can come to play and learn...
They also teach us how to make music and how to take turns...
Whether we come to make music or just play...
It leaves us with a feeling of accomplishment at the end of the day...
Teaching us that words in song are worth more than we can show...
Because the melody lifts our hearts and allows our spirit to grow...
When we play at public events it draws a crowd...
The guitars and drums reaching people cause we keep it loud...
Another great thing about us at The School Of Rock..
All my friends come from every block...
Practice makes perfect if you want to go far...
No matter the age or who you are....
We all carry a song inside of us...
God is the one that brings it forth in that we can trust.
Practice makes perfect
Yet not all things need practice
Who taught you to suck?
When you had just born
Yet you were so perfect at it
Maybe you had practised for months before
Sucking your thumb in preparation
Or you had practised before deposition in heaven
That you were so perfect at it
Nature runs through it course
There is time for everything
Everything have got its season
Not all things need practice to be perfected
Open your eyes and see
Shield of deliberate mistakes
The excuses we often make
Practice makes perfect
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