As far..As well? or wherever they are.? Semantics
About Semites..To me just are.' Abreham begat
Ishmael and Issac...Both semites..Got me? So far?
S'wot i think.? Should i stop short of the brink.
.? So no need for a face off, or a great
Confusing stink.' War is not the way.' Why
Shed prescious blood.? When the waters of Life
Invite you to drink.. To a new life, where joy's
Will Calls all' just let your spirit go into the pink.'
The Dachshund’s a marvel on skis
Little legs that stop short of its knees
It can schuss like a pro
Making furrows in snow
(Though its privates are given to freeze)
The meadow is calling me with freshness galore
New leaves are popping out on the maple trees,
Small animals are stirring around once more
The scent of spring flowers floats on the breeze.
My afternoon stroll is full of wondrous adventure
Watching Mother Nature bring everything to life,
Beginning my day without criticism or censure
Walking ‘midst the pink milkweed and tall loosestrife.
The creek is running to the brim with melted snow
Washing away the autumn’s dried sticks and leaves
Where the flotsam and jetsam go, I don’t know,
But burbling sounds remind of nature’s recitatives.
I shall stop short of the woodland this afternoon
Where larger animals watch with jaundiced eye,
Not wanting to disturb the flurry of activity’s boon
Or to cause newly-nesting birds to startle and fly.
Written April 15, 2022
Staying Focused
Miracle Man
1/17/2022
The Lord has a plan for every life,
so look forward, and keep believing.
Don’t stop short, stay focused on your goal,
and don’t cling to the place your leaving.
We must focus on ultimate goals,
for many times, for years we have slaved.
We can’t let life’s haze cloud our vision,
those enduring to the end are saved.
Our future won’t rest looking hinder,
so let focus become your mission.
Witness to those that you meet each day,
*holding fast to God’s great commission.
*Matthew 28: 18-20
I’m stuck inside these corridors that never seem to stop; broken dreams and missed chances litter the way.
My ambitions long ago got ahead of me.
In my race to stay on top in any way;
I wasn’t prepared for the burned bridges to stop short of where I need to be.
Somehow I ended up on this meandering path; gone astray.
The choices I made; willing to sell my soul to a demon unbeknownst to me.
I wasn’t prepared for the aftermath or the price I would have to pay.
My choices led me to these narrow halls, now I walk the corridors of uncertainty.
Claustrophobic; in my safe haven, I walk these halls everyday.
I’m very much in limbo; hoping someone will hear my mournful pleas.
Petulant and resentful of chances lost, I’m reminded every day.
As I watch others fulfill my dream, I’m desperately searching for a key.
That will unlock the door and send me on my way
I’m stuck in the corridors of uncertainty.
Somehow I must find another path; another way;
To lead me from the corridors of uncertainty.
Beauty knows
Words can't show
Sparkling glow
In grand flow
Beauty walks
Words fail now
No more talk
Love endows
Beauty frames
Words stop short
Truth now flames
Precious spot
Beauty smiles
Words stop here
Piercing style
Wonder steers
Beauty thrills
Word stand still
Climax fill
Fond goodwill
Leon Enriquez
30 April 2017
Singapore
Reset
It's a new season and it's time to take on a new challenge.
Take a chance, embrace the moment,
And don't stop short of the moment.
All it takes is a little faith,
And peace to step out of place;
You never know the results until you take a chance.
So, go through the doors
And be brave when battling the cold.
A new year means a new start,
There's nothing better,
Than getting a chance to restart.
Take your dream and put it to work,
I hope it comes true for you.
Giving up means accepting defeat,
Don’t forfeit the game,
And please don’t quit the team.
So, plant your garden of dreams
And watch it come to life;
Not only within your heart, but also in your life.
A new president and a new year,
Two big changes get ready for a big year.
Moving forward can be a hard process,
But moving forward is how you reach success.
The year has just begun and new roads are awaiting.
It’s time to make a move and stop waiting.
The clock is ticking and it won’t stop,
So, chase your dreams while there’s still a shot.
This is your time to reset,
So, make sure you take the time to reset.
Pierce!! Pierce!!
With a poisonous thorn
Or nip my heart
Until it bleeds
See my face and
Inside pain
Until you decide
Silent eyes
Might not close
Drops of tears
Will stop short
Hatred your thoughts
Will burn your mind
By the past we had
Then, take the action
It is a center of
Antipathy compass
Night will come together
To vanish our heavy past
Time and clock
Beat and heart
Still dark
Gaze in sharp
Udaya R. Tennakoon
Drought
The relentless sun burns,
Warming up the sky.
Open the car window and see the children play.
“Where is the rain?,” I wonder,
And try to push the thought out of my head.
Change the radio station.
Later, clouds form.
Could this be it, our release?
Drops fall for a moment,
The sky is important and, they stop short.
And the infernal sun returns.
Cry.
Just let it out.
Make people see that you really are human.
Let it flow.
Don't cover your face
and don't run away.
Okay?
Just cry
and don't let it stop short.
Stop waiting to be alone.
Stop burying your head under your pillow.
Stop holding your breath
and biting your tongue.
Just cry.
Cry, and cry, and cry.
Sob like an infant,
wale like a banshee,
tera your throat open with your screams.
Let the world see that you have a heart,
and let them know that it hurts when they walk all over it
Stop bottling everything up.
It's okay now.
Let it all out.
Just cry.
Do you mean short as in not tall
Maybe short as in bad tempered
How about shortening for best shortbread overall
Or taking a short-cut for going unhampered
Short-hand, for taking notes at speed
Short lived as in not long to last
Short stop and short slip in sporting games you need
To stop short is what I intend to do so hold fast
So many short’s to write about, If I do them all, will definitely not be short.
Penned 31 May 2013
Chase a dream until you find it never give up on you
For if you stop short of your quest you'll never get what you were due.
Here's something known as the truth,
cell phone drivers think they're in a phone booth.
They drive and forget to pay any attention,
riding lines and sudden stops I won't mention.
The dangers can't be listed at all,
they change wen they receive that certain call.
Most play safe and drive slow as a snail,
not knowning they're tossing bricks at jail.
Some look at you as if you're in the wrong,
it wouldn't be bad if they didn't talk so long.
Cause I've noticed that they get to caught up,
and then realize behind them is a semi truck.
Semi truckscan't and don't stop short,
rolling phone booths should find another resort.
Why is it so hard for them to see?,
they invented something called hands-free.
So I'm calling on all mommies,
find a way to stop these Crash Dummies.
T.W.I.S.T.
JLM
When your most cherished object is removed ,
And your life's light seems to go out,
When disappointments dodge your steps,
And your schemes fail through;
Remember the word that says,
My peace I give to you,
not as the world gives
that your joy may be full.
When your labours bring in no reward,
Learn to bow your head to say,
Your love is better than wine,
Don't stop short of this blessed experience.
Remember.....................
The Holy Spirit, the true wine of life;
Drops into your heart these words,
From God's very throne of grace,
And distills an infinite peace.
REmember.....................
As I stop short from entering
her silken journey
in an instant,
our world consumes us...
Forgotten are the voices of displeasure
acts of previous indiscreet measure
Forgotten are the shadows of troubled past
untrustworthy creatures of unlikely cast
Forgotten are the pains of crying youth
as we interlock our promises of loving truth
Forgotten is the world of misunderstanding
rapt is our joy,finding each outstanding
Forgotten is the pathway which led us here
only thing on our mind,is our life we now share....
In that instant,
wrapped within the folds of love's heat
coupled release is now what we seek
releasing the past...releasing the present
new lease on life's journey,
within my fairmaidens pearly pathway.......
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