Short Half The Battle Poems
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“A good beginning is half the battle”
and
“All’s well that ends well”
Are sayings from long ago.
The part that is sandwiched
in between is why
I’m not sure if this is so.
Expectations are like dolphins
Singing gleefully through the waves.
Life's lottery calls your number
As you wait there by the bay.
Purple sunset's majesty
Speaks of a celebration soon to come.
Believing's half the battle
When the paper says you've won.
Knowing where to fish
Is always half the battle
No matter what you use.
Fishing at night, used flashlight
And a net, they'd swim up
To the light and just net them.
Only take what you can eat
And leave the rest for other people
And future generations.
On this earth, and all the space beyond,
with our God, we should have an unbreakable bond.
For everyone, it is easily understood
that we should always strive to do good.
If good work is done,
then half the battle is won.
Keep our love close to heart
and never let it fall apart.
Inspired by another member's poem
Everybody wants to go to heaven .
But nobody wants to die.
well who ever told you you"ld live forever
just told you another lie.
yea we live we laugh we love we even take time to cry.
but that all seemd to fade away as time passes us by.
That is why we search for an answer with our eyes towards the sky.
For when we reach the pearly gates we wont be denied
Form:
Hayfever
Hayfever, say you don't exist,
i have just now been cured,
if you will always insist,
it's half the battle lured,
so i insist i have a cold,
no hay fever lingers here,
have no itchy nose insist,
deleted file i'm cured!!!
mind battles hey:)
convincing the subconciousness is the real game here...
inspired by Carol...
Don Johnson 27-sep-11
Guilt scorches and chews on the bitter end
Renewed but are we there yet
Realizing the consequence is half the battle
Deciding to handle it is nothing at all
The action for which we attribute our attention to the broken ones
Never necessary
Always enraging
We will accuse ourselves of nothing
Unless backed into an unforgiving corner
If we could watch ourselves exist
Hatred is all we would feel