We think we have free will,
we don't,
we are what we are and are predictable,
we cannot stray too far from our nature,
for sure and if we raise the bar,
we are still fated to be what we are,
not one goes too far,
it's written in the stars.
I will constantly try to raise the bar.
Strive for greatness; that's certainly in me.
Destined to be a noble superstar.
Break through rusted chains that will set me free.
My gateway is Christ, it's all biblical.
Feelings trap me within endless struggles.
All the pain I've endured is minimal.
He gives me my strength, all of my muscles.
Dispense my hope to those who are deprived.
As I'm not on this battlefield alone.
My compassionate solace they derived.
Attacks turn from immense boulders to stones.
The fear of losing hope invades my mind.
But still, a spark of faith keeps me aligned.
The public is invited to
The auction house before
The art is bid on, sold and then
Is carried out the door.
Since I live close, I love to go
To check out the display
And wonder ‘bout the patrons -
All that money they might pay.
I couldn’t really picture
A Picasso on my wall
Next to pictures of my family –
That just wouldn’t work at all.
Plus, some modern pieces, which, to me,
Were boring or bizarre,
Were expected to fetch millions;
Famous painters raise the bar.
Still, I felt so privileged just to see
What private owners hold,
Even though it won’t be me
To whom the auctioneer yells, “Sold!”
raise the bar
stop pause blink
we are present
at both ends
simultaneously
intent furious
peace tranquil
move up and down
ladder of vibration
seamlessly
we acquire thus
power of bilocation
there is a caveat
the seeker
must disappear
ANON
Come on now, you know who you are
A good online poet with verses a-plenty
Wowing everyone, even the cognoscenti
With rhyme, metaphor and fine imagery
Many admirers, as we think you’re a star
It is clear, as a poet, you are committed
All those works that you decide to enter
And never bland nor beige, like polenta
However you may choose to spell centre
Reflected in the poetry you’ve submitted
Your word pictures take us all to the brink
With your syllable counts you raise the bar
Each single contest entry is inspiring so far
No naming names, we know who you are
Perhaps an insight into the way you think
You shut me out as if I did some crime
All I tried was to share my thoughts
But all you did was just leave me on read
now it feels our relationship is dead
My heart is aching as I feel unheard once again
Misunderstood and not allowed to express
As if it was better to be born mute
Cause silence in this world is perceived as cute
I am longing to reach out and connect with you again
But I know if you pull away again, I shall not be able to take that stress
May be for now I shall disappear in oblivion, but deep inside I scream “ don’t let me go so far "
That my love for you will get stuck in a limbo,
please lets communicate and "raise the bar"!
If ratings give meaning, symbolled with stars,
Then always keep on your ratings radar.
I’m trying to write my best poem by far,
Please rate it between a one and five star.
Lines as, ‘She brakes me as if I’m a car,
While my engine’s roaring like a jaguar!’
What, that’s too simple, need to raise the bar?
Ok, how about some hardy har har.
Like, ‘Friends of mine truly think they’re the Tsar!’
I say ‘Tsk, tsk, Tsar.’ Is that a one star?
Alright, alright let’s try something bizarre,
With a foreign slant; you with me so far?
‘Jones’s travels brought him to a bazaar;
He wanted dinner, but had no dinar.’
Ok folks, please rate that quip from Dakar.
Does it yet approach a two or three star?
Give me one more chance to get up to par,
For the next line may be a real all-star.
‘The sturgeon roe’d his boat for caviar.’
Is that great line worth at least a four star?
Why rate ‘show and tell’ like a kid’s toy car;
Does rating give purpose for who we are?
Ratings are playthings for wanna-be stars.
Still, increasing ratings’ rates is in our,
Need to soar somewhere, maybe way out far.
Yet, let the cosmos govern the five stars.
Today I’m thankful that we are all different…
that we are not all the same.
that we look different
think differently
have different beliefs…
gifferent longings…
different names.
And I pray that one day
this vast and different world will raise the bar…
by accepting all our differences
looking beyond them
and seeing just how similar we are.
WHO WE ARE AT OUR CORE
Are we who we think we are
Or more likely what others think
Perhaps multifaceted, we may be
Or neither, always a mystery
Taking self-analysis to the brink
But in the end, just raise the bar
At our core, whatever that may be
Some sort of an inherent disposition
Or just acting out our genetic code
Delving deep to find the mother lode
When psychoanalysis is an imposition
Will anyone ever know the real me
What a time I had away
When I was with you every day
From "Good morning" to "Goodnight"
Then in my dreams you did excite
Now I confess I did pretend
That you were much more than a friend
My special girl you were for sure
I brought your latte, held the door
And in the moments by myself
I took my book from off the shelf
I read and lived it for that time
For in those moments you were mine
And if one day you ever are
My love for you will raise the bar
Sweep the cranny! Clear the nook!
There'll be no more need to have that book
Sometimes your road to glory
Will be filled with thorns
This would be an important aspect of your story!
An honest enemy is better than a false friend
Multiplying your talent and
Cementing the accuracy of your gift will
Often reveal the fact that friends can turn into foes
The souls of men and women are filled with hatred
When the matrix in your life changes that grant you an advantage!
An honest enemy is better than a false friend
You will raise the bar in your life
And you will see who are your real friends
If your progress brings a sudden shift in their attitude
Then they have signaled the commonality of hidden hypocrisy!
An honest enemy is better than a false friend
Sometimes your road to glory
Will be filled with thorns
This would be an important aspect of your story!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Written By: D. Collins 7/4/23
Pause for a moment and let me enjoy your style.
Hang out with Big Poppa and stay for a while.
Take charge and become the woman that you are.
Add some spice to the Gumbo. Actually, raise the bar.
Yeah Senorita, I truly love the place I'm at.
The explicit definition of what is called P.H.A.T.
Sweet, Mary Mother of Jesus, you've got it going on.
That unmistakable aura of being All Woman.
Precious. And, touched with God's kit gloves.
Deserving of that special kind of crazy love.
ILL-NA-NA and as awesome as they come.
That Oooh-La-La that makes you All Woman.
Here and now start to glow again!
There is always music and magick.
Adhere to the rules that are shattered,
mirror on the wall’s playing a trick;
Stream of soul lingers in fingertips,
beam like the beacon that you are;
Deem it so and so mote it be
Dance a little harder raise the bar.
Sometimes when I wake up in the early morn,
my life, from the page's of life, seems to be torn.
Thing's make no sense, so in my mind I travel far,
as I meditate on today, I try to raise the bar.
I try to be what the spirit show's me within,
I'm going to raise the bar and a new day in God begin.
To be a better me with the ending of each day,
as I learn to listen to the spirit lead the way.
I live in a new world it seems each day that I wake,
searching, finding, and learning from each and every mistake.
To learn by our mistakes, to be humble enough to see,
in all our worldly troubles, no matter what they be.
If we learn to be led by the Spirit of God within,
we would catch each mistake before we even begin..
Everyone enjoys cruising easy street
Hits keep playing around the clock
Everything flawlessly falling into place
Puzzle pieces effortlessly interlock
Humming along until hit a speed bump
Your momentum derailed by a detour
Diverting your good vibes off track
Unsure if you will be able to endure
Then reminded of our ability to bounce back
That has craftfully carried us this far
Have tackled tough times like this before
Know that we'll be able to raise the bar
So now when we find ourselves in a rut
Realize that it is shallower than before
Because the bottom begins to get filled in
Restored with resiliency from our core
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