Actions may thunder, but my words ignite,
A blade of wisdom, cutting sharper than might.
Not just whispers, but a raging inferno,
Lighting the world with the spark of the wise.
They lift, they strain, their muscles implore,
While I wield knowledge, a much sharper tool.
Strength is fleeting, a flicker, a spark,
While ideas burn bright, a light in the dark.
Every page turned is a fortress I build,
Each lesson a weapon, each thought finely milled.
They train for the battle, but I script the war,
A tactician of intellect, feared to the core.
They flex, they brawl, their power shakes ground,
Yet time is their rival—strength won’t rebound.
Flesh withers, bones crack, but my wisdom remains,
An empire of insight, not bound by chains.
So let them swing, let them roar and fight,
While I conquer in silence, yet shine just as bright.
For might may crumble, but mind reigns long,
It's brain over brawn—that is true.
Exclusively and truthfully
Depression is nothing new to me
I've fought for my life
Encountered much strife
In the end mental fitness ensured i survived
In the extremely lowest point that I found myself in
This was when I realised that my comeback begins
I've been to Hell, I understand pain
Every day I send positive vibes straight to my brain
I attack my depression with ferocious precision
I'm a master tactician who makes the right decision
I do not dwell on negativity, I don't feel sorry for myself
I continue my domination as the king of mental health
Conquering mental health and Defeating stage three cancer
Lot's of questions where asked of me but I always had the answer
My life is tough, its not easy being me
Think of someone heroic when you hear Liam Kennedy
Today I landed on d3
ready to attack the enemy
there on the snowy hill
while I paved way for the bishop
and the Knight to launch from the rare.
I am just a soldier
trained to overcome his fear.
I have my allegiance pledged
to cross through the dark mud on d4
and swim in the whitish sea
to defend the King
even when traded on the battle field.
They call me a pawn
with a soldier's spirit
They call me a weakling
yet I captured gallant knights
and sent shivers down opponent's spine.
Today I captured castles
and chased the powerful queen
I ran after men on horse backs
even when my sole bled.
Today I raised morale of comrades
and we marched into enemy territories
with our fears being traded for success.
Today I met the King pinned on b8
while being commandeered
by a great tactician
who believed in what I can do
when others believed I was but a tiny pawn
And in the end it was a checkmate.
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A-thlete
R-ightfully
L-istens
T-o
I-mpressive
M-entor
O-nce
T-actician
H-as
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C-oaching
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Topic: Birthday of Coach Earl Timothy Cone (December 14)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Are you a Poet or tactician,
or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”
Are your words stained with patina,
some would scrub and some would blame
Is your Kingly verse too rough for some,
finding safety in their books
Is your verse uncut with edges sharp
—all Princes in their rooks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
With the task of introspection
Hopes of no deception
Of your own perception
You won the election
With no exception
Must be a tactician
Put it to action
Hopes of a good reaction
No retraction
It's a good thing to stop still
to consider who God claims to be
this eternal being has always been
who shall always be forever and free
This is the Lord God rules over all
nothing or nobody can stop his control
no man is able to thwart his will
master tactician is always his role
Ponder much on all of this
the finite awesomeness of God
living with a real godly reverence
knowing the presence of divine rod
So stop to be utterly still
bring to mind the knowledge known
of this God who's sovereign king
sent his son our sins to atone
Learn well of a living knowledge
that this God is supremely real
manifesting his awesome greatness
his great power you'll certainly feel
Moral Ambiguity and Perpetuity
Trump has turned into a terrible tactician
Trails he will take leave us with suspicion,
Due to what is now his poor visual acuity
Along with moral ambiguity and perpetuity;
In White House started another stupid tradition.
James Thesarious Nefarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Are you a Poet or tactician,
or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”
Are your words stained with patina,
some would scrub and some would blame
Is your Kingly ode too rough for some,
finding safety in their books
Is your verse uncut with edges sharp,
—all Princes in their rooks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Unfoldable bone folded
In condition of motionless, speechless
much words left unsaid
a cold stare become a glare
Amazed seeing bright lights
Diverge and interfere in one time
erase the shadow
but blinded thereafter.
Being silent is the only way
Focus only on a piece of peace
Seems like a meditation
like solving codes behind the prism
A tactician and a hacker surrender at once
But I just keep in silence
Before the prism
to reach a piece of peace
LABORIOUS LABYRINTH OF LOVE
Love must be complementing
It’s not a “tug of war”
That each side, end of the rope going against each other,
Instead of complete understanding
Not of a perplexing or confusing…laborious labyrinth of love.
Wherein the center, there is a gravitational force!
At any rate, even the wisest war tactician fails
If not possessed with solid know-how, diplomacy and good judgment
Lovers or protagonists must sit conform to each other.
They give and take
Study the problem
Solve the problem and not attacking
And not a squid or guerilla tactics or hide and seek process
But to a sharp contrast: to success
Rather than to a laborious labyrinth of love!
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