On Brighton streets where the buskers play,
Ren poured his soul out day by day.
Three young musicians heard his sound,
Stopped in their tracks, turned right around.
A jam sparked fire, a sudden crowd rush.
Four voices blending into The Big Push.
Strangers at first, but the music proved
That fate steps in when the right hearts groove.
a gorgeous bouquet of flowers arrived at a quarter to five
Neisha put them into a vase, before her date could arrive
Tucked away the card with the others around the table
She knew she would get more whenever they were able
Xavier is a suiter who is giving her a huge rush
Because he has forever had a large crush
Neisha likes him more than a little bit too
He arrived at six with gum on his shoe
As he washed it off, she accepted another bouquet
Three other ones arrived from her other beaus too, but what the hey?
If she did not let this guy know what a fix he was in
Would he forget to propose? Would he not know she is the win?
Here's to Biff 'o who a hero can be.' By determination, and effort and observance
If youse'll just see.' Not from a plush life start." Yet now is his time, he will lose nothing, as he gives all Aussies his frames
Online.' From reporting true on Dezi, some
Sold out media types crimes, used his own
material, and tried relegating him onto a
shelf.'
I saw how he's enqired with vic-poll-lice.. That dreaded crew.' And even falsies like that
Mob, said nothing was to do, fast forward
To today..And New South cops started sniffing around, only went and collared his
Son, mates this is stupidity profound.' Just
Bullying monstering tactics, for their head bosses overseas, who tell the local leaders
That the beat guys have to please.' So though there is breach of good conduct and threats of some jail-time for a kid who
Has done no-thing at all.' This really blows
My mind.' These are traitors to our heros.'
I stand with Biff; and say deliver them some consequence, that our country holds
Its way.' In the good that we relied upon..
That always had ous backs.' Give it
To them brother it can be part of taking our
Country back; on track.''
Life can so often be unexpectedly amusing
Perhaps not so if you are into self abusing
Today its five am with headlight I'm on my usual daily run
I encounter a well dressed tall man a white shirt adorns his back
he rides a pushbike which is parked in a bicycle rack
I notice what I assume to be a cigarette is held within his hand
He gestures toward me It takes a moment before i understand
Would you like a puiff at first I thought him drunk
I realise its dope. No thank you I'm not into inhaling junk
Have you never ever tried he says . No
Me with long white hair and beard barefoot he says you look like you do
Too many words and syllables now to form a monoku
I also tell him I don't drink alcohol coffee only eat food raw
Whats your age he says Seventy eight
You're looking good quite impressed with what he saw
Now this is not the first time that I have encountered
due to my appearance this assumption you look like you do
Tapped on the shoulder from behind many years ago
Where do we get some hooch in this town we're new
I often wonder how far too far is.
while pushing the limits of my mind,
I've wasted away the things I miss,
I'm over what some say is real,
reality to me seems like a choice,
I've broken down and decided to heal,
now I haven't any poise,
Too far honestly isn't far enough,
pushing my mind even further,
what doesn't break me makes me tuff,
for the places inside unheard of,
Although I fear where I've been,
I've lots of things that I numb,
all of a sudden here I am,
staring at the damage I've done,
A lonely tear runs down my cheek,
it's the only one I had left,
speechless when I tried to speak,
and that silence I'll never forget,
Push Through,
Going the distance,
Requires persistence,
Consistently showing up,
Even with an empty cup,
Support yourself everyday,
It's the only way to stay ahead,
Hold steady to your vision,
Making the decision to trust,
It's a must along this path,
As you create the aftermath,
Laughter matters as you travel,
Dabbling with the choices at hand,
You'll soon understand,
It may never go as planned,
Stand firm within the resistance,
Assistance comes with persistence,
Making all the difference,
Interference is necessary,
So you can see who carries you,
At first it's a scary view,
Once you see what's true,
Then you learn what to do,
Through all the tribulations,
You gain appreciation,
For arriving at your destination.
Push me away, time and time again
Blow me off and cancel our dates
Ignore my message every now and then
Leave me unread while my broken heart waits
Pull me back in with a phone call
Crave my closeness in your lonely space
Open up a tiny crack in your wall
In the mood for a fantasy to chase
Push me away to avoid rejection
Resent me for leaving when you disappear
Shut down by that tender connection
Run from internal conflict of shame and fear
Pull me back in with a tiny show of effort
When you long for warm understanding
Holding my emotions hostage, causing only hurt
Seeking validation that your ego is demanding
Push me away from a love that heals
Build up your wall and call it peace
Shutdown and smothered by your heart that feels
No trust and now your control must increase
Pull me back in when you mourn my adoration
Care deeply but hide it when seen
True feelings that quicken you to elation
But now I’m tired of feeling unseen
I am a push-over
a wren wanted to live in my hair
she is a small bird, so I agreed
there is a nest up there now with four eggs
I cannot shower or bend my head
Restaurants will not let me in
My husband has left me for another woman
Small inconveniences
A monkey asks if he can move into my green backpack
I do not use it in the summer, so I nod my head “yes”.
Because I do not want to sound selfish.
And he asked in a polite way.
He brought his friend, the crocodile, Freddy.
Freddy is lounging across the middle of my bed.
“He does not bite,” the monkey assures me.
My friends do not visit any more but they send me their laundry
Because I am a push-over.
If birds of a feather flock together
altho' it's a fact
how do opposites
like you and I attract?
North and south two similar poles
on opposing sides of the street
repel and push each other away
and so the twain shall never meet.
If there's a magnetic attraction
between you and me
then opposite poles be we
and as I recall you're not repellent at all
in truth quite the magnetic personality.
Tingly skies full of surprise, oh how I love when with surmise,
the little rascal aims his dart as if it were poetic art!
He will deliberately ambush you and your entire tush
with a gush loaded arrow he does romantically push
into hearts genuine states of goofy, gooeyed, loving mush.
No one on this earth can evade him, only love persuades him.
With silent wings, he flies towards the fun gains when his will is done.
No one has a clue concerning who will be romancing who
and there's no sense in guessing - romance is at Cupid's questing.
When cupid's arrow aims for you, there isn't much that you can do!
If you can breathe through it
You can get through it
If you can get through it
You can rise
If you can breathe through it
You can see your way through it
If you can see your way through it
You can fly
If you can breathe through it
You can push through it
If you can push through it
You can begin…again
If you can breathe through it
You can grow through it
If you can grow through it
You can win
Just breathe!
It’s always what I say,
It boils down to what I sow.
get me off speaker
tweaking out my destiny, they trying to know.
Push the issue we ain’t cuff,
You got me pushing all this dope,
Popping out at the mouth,
My pockets chunky, tweaking hold your tone.
Crazy, feeling lazy,
Wish for me to crash out.
Busy bone switch after our freaking history,
Like we was back in school.
You needed someone to get over me
I did it on my own.
Cut me off, you think I’ll bleed it out?
I’ll turn you to a song.
M-y
E-xpression
L-ifts
O-ne's
D-reams
Y-early
P-rompting
A-nnual
N-oble
A-im
G-uided
L-iberally
I-nto
M-otivated
A-ction
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Melody A. Panaglima)
Push
My inner voice is saying
You can do it, go ahead
I want to but my brain keeps saying
No, just stay in bed
If I listen I may try to go outside of my front door
And if I go will I go on to see if I can do more?
One step at a time
Scary as it seems
I think that I can do it
I won't know till I try
And maybe then I'll realize I can
And I'll stick to it
Things are changing,
Maybe for the worst or best,
Hope it's for the best,
Just going with the flow.
Things are going to get hard,
The pressure is upon us,
Yet here we are,
Standing to finish strong.
It's here. It's time,
It's upon us to decide—
To finish fast,
Or to finish strong.
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