With a cunning eye he checked
Strategizing wildly as he approached
Calculating and shrewd
With a razor sharp focus he raced
While all he blocked
And with a powerful kick
Made history with the magnificent winning goal!
Big confusing words belie
how the essence of good design
is being simple, succinct, accurate and precise!
It's not conceptualizing, brainstorming,
envisioning, strategizing, theorizing,
or hypothesizing!
But, being clearly focused on the straight and narrow path
to elegant simplicity in design,
With nothing left to add,
nothing unnecessary left to take away.
Strangely, the path to keeping it simple
can involve many complex phases and diversions.
With many trials and errors made to eliminate
all the unnecessary stuff,
to get to the core of the problem,
and the kernel for the solution.
Keeping it simple
is the ultimate sophistication in design,
showing clarity of thought, in understanding the problem
and striving for ultimate elegance of
smart simplicity in design.
Back to school,
Back to classes,
The holiday is over,
Children are happy-sad,
Early to bed,
Refreshed and sound to arise,
New session, new scheme,
New session, new curriculum,
Teachers are back on their feet,
They are faced with the daunting task of strategizing,
Preparing lesson plans and notes,
Assessing and recording,
Dealing with students' misdemeanours,
It’s an uphill task,
Students are saddled with
assignments, projects and term papers,
They bury their heads in their books,
There’s a prize to obtain,
The bell chimes,
The rooms are empty,
The halls are deserted,
They’re back with their families,
It’s clockwork,
Until the term’s end.
August 24, 2022.
PLAYING THE GAME Of POKER
At the table,
the dealer begins the game,
passing out set number of cards,
players ready to exhibit mental acuity.
A full house of masterminds,
getting familiar with the cards,
playing different variations of the game.
everyone with a target.
We fold, check, call or raise,
strategizing on how to topple the other,
straight, stud, draw or community,
mostly, same rule applies.
The game of poker,
quite similar to life.
simple,yet complex!
requires a lot of maths and psychology.
It's a bet, full of trials and errors.
Some rely on their tenacity and courage,
their adroitness and tactics,
for maximum result.
Some compromise it all,
yet, no aroma of fresh fruits.
some run out of chips, even before they get a chance to play.
We all are players,
playing the mean game of poker,
round the clock,
with dexterous manoeuvre.
The difference is,
some have mastered the soft skills,
and have become connoisseurs of the game.
while some are still baking in the oven.
In this game of life,
sometimes we win,
sometimes we lose.
we all bet,we all play.
THE PAIN
The pain I encountered,
Makes my kernel slaughtered,
With jinx of blood filtered,
In wedlock, I'm bastard.
This pinky pricey pain is painful,
Like a python kingdom, is harmful,
Turning my life stressful,
But alligator drove me careful.
The fire in me is love,
Quenching the relation of dove,
Strategizing me in dove,
I'm now trying to shove.
Love pain is blight,
In a pool of sorrow, I turned kite,
Chasing my soul so bright,
Soon depart from plight.
© LUKMANSALEH
Never underestimate this opponent,
While he's busy rolling up his sleeves.
Though he looks like he isn't focused,
Soon you'll be falling to your knees.
I've watched him from a vague distance,
He visualizes every single, lethal blow.
In his mind's eye he quietly meditates,
Carefully strategizing how this fight'll go.
Like a pot about to boil over,
The rage deep inside him slowly grows.
He witnessed so much through horrific scenes,
A well kept secret no outsider knows.
He constantly replays this life's traumatic moments,
Holding back the painfully silent tears.
He'll never open up, to publically display,
Haunting memories inflicted over the years.
Although his mind and views are tainted,
Because of the situations beyond his control.
The Boxer's indestructible spirit is mighty,
Protecting his heart and shielding his soul.
The street is full of aimless passers,
Individually strategizing how life would be worth lived,
Thunderbirds then come to peck on delicious fruitful trees,
Having no idea about how it got yielded,
We kept wearing ourselves with those anxieties of life embedded,
Couldn't quench our thirst with the pure fountain,
So knowledge in the authors book was stolen from our captain,
Due to the reason of being comprehensive to a mind.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
If you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
If you set your mind to it you can do it.
Not giving up is a mentality like
Strategizing when playing chess.
Just wait for the right time
To make your move
When you do I pray
It comes true for you.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
Everyone in life wants to have
A big break and reach success.
Whether it’s working on computers
With Steve Wozniak and Bill Gates.
Or living in the mansion,
With crazy Will and Uncle Phil.
If you work hard for every shot
There's not a single defender,
Whom can block your shot?
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
I am destined for greatness,
I just need to learn patience.
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Regiments of verse march in rhythm.
Eagerly they traipse word by word
Combing the theater of my mind.
Trying this ancient captain’s orders.
Inspired to pass the roll call of muster,
Former battle veterans re-up
Yearning for more difficult assignments.
I choose my warriors cautiously
Strategizing before and after each revision.
Attention! inspection is nearly complete.
Bravely comes the posting of my piece.
Encamped just outside the reader’s battleground,
Testing my troops for the final draft,
Treason is discovered, some soldiers go AWOL.
Enemies within, enemies without,
Renegades are dishonorably discharged.
Weightier words are chosen as replacements
Orderly guarding each post as prescribed,
Resolutions must go past mere wishing
Determining the success of this poet.
written 06 January 2016, revised 03 February 2020
Matt Caliri - Resolutions Poetry
Good steward elevated by the people’s mandate
On assurances of selfless and patriotic services
Verifiable through implementation of rendered promises
Even when a term’s arrival meets nationwide turmoil
Re-strategizing can lift a country to the front seat again
And then all challenges and burdens becoming lighter and beatable
No nonsense accepted to distraught the nation’s stability
Combining all structures and powers at disposal to
Eliminate any conspiracy posing a threat to the citizenry
hospitality, peace and mutual respect; we’ve chosen
because the key to our prosperity is love, unity and cooperation
settlers now on the cheat as our true identity is kept frozen
but no matter what! We will reverse it with our landmark ordination
the threats against our heritage and culture may have risen
it has kept us unique, unshakable and uncompromising
though there are bastard judases in every dozen
the failure and exposure of their deeds are amusing
the buckles of our identity we will never loosen
no matter how the invader tries strategizing
or putting our inheritance into some sort of categorizing
No! is the answer, none of us will lose being a complete citizen
A blank page a hollow one
Its plainness sickening
A page without a scribble is faceless
Without a story or experience behind it
Nothing for emulation
But with a little colour or few words
Life is breathed into it
So is a life without direction
And a drive to push for change
For life isn’t a statue
It’s always on the move
We only need to wake and prioritize
It matters not where we stand
Or how long we’ve been standing there
What matters is if we want to move past the stand
Pens are never too far from reach
For dreams they are
Knowing how to pick them up
Strategizing goals out of them
And scoring achievement
Is the procession from a vacuum life
To a life that resounds meaning every day
I’m waking up;
Making myself utility
©GraceM Composition
When trapped in "FEAR'S PLAYGROUND"
There's Fear of everything...
Fear of Losing, Fear of Winning.
Fear of things Endings and Beginning.
Fear of Trusting , Fear of Loving.
Fear of losing the grip that keeps me strutting.
Fear of being at the point where this notion...
Can no longer be seen with eyes wide open,
That Fear is Yesssss A Very Vicious Emotion,
But it's one that doesn't have to be so paralyzing.
By the contrary it can be reviving and rectifying,
To the soul with a little strategizing.
Fear can be the stepping stone to"Greatness" and not always traumatizing.
But you must fight through it before reaping the rewards of " Fear's Falling and Strengths Uprising".
Strategizing your next move
In our little game of chess
That we have been playing
Against each other for so long
Precious one, don't you
Realize that I already
Know your next move
My teacher was Bobby Fischer
He taught me how to defeat
Players just like yourself
He made me a pro at this
Game of cat and mouse
My eyes see the truth
My ears hear what you
Are really saying and
Not what you utter to me
I know what you're thinking
I know how you will answer
Me before you even open
Up your lying mouth
No naive school girl here
I have been playing this
Game longer than you
And believe me, baby
I know how to win
I will take your King
Before you even get a
Chance to move your pawn
You cannot defeat the
Mistress of love games
I have have been played
With too many times
To miss when I have
Met up with another player
Trying to outwit the dominatrix
Are you going to quit or
Am I going to have
To get the whip out?
Save your masquerading
For someone who will
Fall for your bag of tricks
This old crone has been around
Way too long to be fooled
By a mere amateur like you
Craving admiration she displays herself for the entire see
Reeling in the sunshine shone towards her she continues the path to destruction
Petty compliments and pretty lies
So many jokers in their thin disguise
Lying in wait
Ready to pounce when titillated
Kudos and praise in this confusing maze
Only confuse the seeker about what she is seeking
Candlelight nights hide away your bad intentions
Moonlit walks help you deepen your clever facade
But gentle rains wash away your false exterior
All that is left is this pathetic creature
Talking to him is like a game of chess
Must be careful when strategizing my next move
Who knows no truth because he is a lie
His first name is deceit and his last name is debauchery.
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