This reflection,
Is my projection,
Playing a section of my mind,
My eyes find the design,
As atoms create every line,
Casting shadows from the divine,
Because it's light you shine,
A sign of your connection,
The reflection that your seeing,
Showing the meaning behind being,
Your agreeing with the soul,
While you roll with the punches,
A bunch of challenges and blessings,
Always guessing if life is just testing us,
Arresting our attention,
So we create a dimension,
Just to experience ascension,
Evolving through the lesson,
A projection coming from you,
The reflection coming through,
An expression of what's true,
Teaching what we need to do,
Even in ways you don't want it too,
The view is your vision,
This creation your decision,
In constant revision,
Your own television,
Playing one show,
And once you know,
You really start to grow.
Sit yourself down
And have a good long hard
Word with yourself
You yellow bellied coward
So involved with yourself
You are not the only person
Who has problems
Far greater than you
The only difference is
Unlike you they don't
Wollow in their own self pity
They take it on the chin
Roll with the punches
And carry on regardless
Without the theatrical rigmarole
And so should you
If you weren't a superfluous dilettante
Under the totally misguided illusion
The whole world revolves around
You and you alone
Honestly lately, there is too much going on
Hurting everyone by those who choose to be a con
There’s too much going on, in so many ways
Weighing on people’s hearts all of these days
Breaking us down, worrying minds, splintering souls
Finding emptiness as the normalcy goes
All wrapped up in this turmoil that rolls
I can say, roll with the punches, but that’s not easy to do
We must face truth, unite and love each other too
We must keep our minds on pleasant things around as well
And be grateful for whatever we have, wherever we dwell
We must have patience with our daily routine
And of course avoid those acting out being mean
Where the light shines, is your place to relish
Never stop hoping and hold onto every single wish
In these times, there is certainly too much going on
But this day we have to live is ours to depend upon
And this day is your day to live, breathe, your day to be
All that makes you who you are, with happiness for others to see
Heidi Sands
5/26/22
Life can be a challenge
With so many ups and downs
Life isn’t fair at all, but
Roll with the punches, don’t quit
Learn from your mistakes
Why root
for underdogs?
Easy. They just don't quit;
odds against them, tremendous, yet...
these tough Rocky Balboas
of the world fight
to win.
Why root
for underdogs?
We see ourselves in them.
When they taste victory, we win.
Their survival instinct
is a treat to
behold.
Why root
for underdogs?
They often surprise, so...
don't be quick to bet against them;
their determination,
surely second...
to none.
Why root
for underdogs?
They roll with the punches;
Davids at war with Goliaths,
at disadvantage, yet...
no fear shown, no...
retreat.
Why root
for underdogs?
The question is why not?
After all, they give us their best!
Their heart is in the fight.
When they lose, they...
still win!
Submitted for...
Heptastich Poetry Contest
Sponsored by William Kekaula
Date written: 06/05/2021
lesson six
some days i’ll be up ready to go
and i’ll have a productive day
sometimes it won’t be so
i shouldn’t be hard on myself
go with the flow
life’s a roller coaster
it’s natural to feel low
and to be expected
when i look around my studio
sometimes i’ll have it all together
and agree to put on a show
other times i may feel
like i’m overcome with woe
i’ll have to ride it out
life’s one big rodeo
roll with the punches
go with the flow
always remember to
follow your rainbow
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~TODAY I LEARN TO BE A WIDOW~ 2020
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on January 12, 2021 for contest BEST N-A POEM OF 2020 sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
We renew ourselves at each fitting bit,
Our traits of today will be obsolete,
We progress with time or be a misfit,
Most are limited and are bittersweet.
The ills and cures of our modern culture,
We roll with the punches be limited,
Few have the strength at a crucial juncture,
heeding through our faults is definitive.
Our veiled society fears to drawback,
the curtains of the future and opts to,
be a stick-in-the-mud or a throwback,
nonconformist, just live without a clue.
Like the dinosaurs, they will disappear,
Masterminds will create a new frontier.
2020 February 06
I've grown such a great tolerance for pain
Until it's become a normal emotion
It give the feeling of walking naked in the rain
Just to clear your head of the world of commotion
It hard accepting things for what they are
But we roll with the punches
Identify lost due to scar after scar
Cause life hands stuff down in bunches
Still back on your feet after all fight is gone
Life hanging by the gallows
Dumbfounded by where you ever went wrong
And now Abandoned by even your shadow
Can't cure all the ills, there's good days and bad
Roll with punches, according to this experienced old lad
Been around many blocks
Had a few knocks
But all in all, it's been better than the alternative I might add
Retrievers are human, well that's what it seems
The friendliest moocher on this planet so green
Let's all take advice
Never think twice
Just roll with the punches, try a bit of codeine
Very people like!!!
Can't cure the ills of the world, there's good days and there's bad
Best we can do is roll with punches, listen to this experienced lad
Been around many blocks
Had a few knocks
But all in all, it's been better than average, I might add
R-oll with the punches,
O-utsmart the situation;
L-ife changes constantly,
L-etting you get up, not
Y-awn.
D-espite the odds be brave enough,
E-vil deeds can't put you down;
L-ittle breakthrough truly brings
I-mmeasurable result that you've found.
Z-est and zeal dwell in your heart, aiming to give sweet success;
O-nly the Lord God's guidance can make you roll with the punches.
Life’s many twists and turns make a full of life,
roll with the punches when you’re on a roll.
Time will prove to you that it takes time
for there is so much to do and live for.
Today I pray love, thankful for yesterday.
Knowing you’re happy, I’m grateful knowing
all that we do rests on giving our all.
Holding me close to you keeps me holding-on.
Years of bonding, our dreams has lasted, yearling
tears of joy and pain. The lesser are tears
more contagious than laughter, bound for more
love forever after, a lifetime of love.
Dedication to oneness is our dedication.
Unity proves - nothing stops this unity.
SONNET FORM #6 - Shadow Sonnet
18/01/2016
At the end of the rainbow
I stand in my garden looking to the sky,
The beauty of it, it just catches my eye,
Across the sky and behind the trees,
Stretching across the rivers and seas,
Down the valley, across the mountains
Streaming down like water from fountains,
I follow the path to the end where I’ll see,
Whatever the rainbow has in store for me,
I crawl to the finish I’m finally there,
But all I can see is a book and a chair,
The book tells a story, of adventure and trust,
And then when the story ends just turns to dust,
The story was mine and it was long and rough,
But the moral of the story was that life can be tough,
You just roll with the punches,
And live life by hunches,
Life is a journey like that in the book,
You learn so much like to dance and to cook,
So by the end of your days have learnt all you can,
And don’t live your life like a stage by stage plan,
Live your life one step at a time,
And I guarantee you’ll have a good time.
Just because life sucks
You don’t wanna live no more?
Fine! So why don’t you
just go ahead and kill yourself?
Get it over with—
Stand in front of a runaway train…
Life ain’t worth living for sissies.
You think only you got the problems?
Think again. Life ain’t fair. Big deal!
So what you wanna do?
Sleep on a bed of roses
and drink wine and eat caviar all day?
If life was all that good
Everybody would wanna live forever.
Life is a *****!
If you don’t have guts to stand up to her,
Then it ain’t worth living anyway,
No one is gonna fight your fight
Either you roll with the punches
Or throw in the towel,
Either you play her game
Or roll over and play possum;
And let me know when you are dying,
I’ll email some flowers to your funeral,
Or, Stand Up, dammit, and fight like a man!
"Guts and Gain" contest by Olive Eloisa Guillermo
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