Their love for life is like a raging storm of thunder
Perfection always eludes; they won't go under
Every new day is a chance for joy and wonder
For the people who never gave up on life. I'm glad you're still here, even if I do not know you.
Here on invigorating fresh lovely day,
one can lazily saunter along the way,
through each winding street so alive,
where the heart’s bound to thrive,
each. and. every person that I meet,
is quite friendly, warm, and sweet,
throngs in cafe with trademark verve,
plot some schedule, sway and swerve,
in my role as that astute observer,
I absorb prevailing charm and fervour,
paths, pavements, highways, parks,
they compel instant recall of amusement,
from impish childhood and boisterous larks,
forever etched and somehow fondly linked to,
evolution of historic town’s bemusement,
never ever shied away from embracing anew,
preservation that monument forever to the fore,
past and present composite of lasting merit,
world so truly modern, vintage world of yore,
impetus for our future offspring to inherit
We want to thrive, not die; we want to reach our full potential.
We want to make God proud that we walk in this life with good ways and seek to live not die.
We want to use our gifts from God, to make life better and to leave earth better and with good intentions.
Thrive not die, by ways of behavior that lead us to paradise.
Thrive not die, by having options of school and food that can make our life a dream and give us feelings of good.
Thrive not die, by love and good trajectory, and plans that lead us to heaven.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Have these lost flames been found?
Am I fire? Am I the scorching sun?
I am not like them.
They are Earth and Water—rooted, fluid.
But I thrive in heat and wind.
My temperature climbs as my temper flares,
especially when I witness harm and injustice.
I want to burn this corrupt world down.
I am not like them.
Is there a safe word to hold me back?
Once the flames awaken, can I control their path?
To destroy the old, to clear the way—
for something whole, something new.
Golden light ignites, bringing warmth and joy.
Is it almost time for this force to rise?
I hope so.
I am not like them.
They want to keep things going as they are,
even when it is not working.
I want to bring change to pass.
I want to start an uprising,
to bring a better life.
So plant it on that petrichoric soil in rows
As you bring at my funeral that pure ruby rose
And so? If I'm unable to perceive it's essence
Don't shatter either penalize it in a burst of incense
Then nourish it with spring warm water to lush
And let it expand on more roses to reserve for Mush
Thus let a lover pluck a part of them for his muse
So that I would cherish it's use and you can be excused
So allow it to make my cemetery more graceful in the graveyard
Indeed, my love , pick your favourite and have it in your yard
Let it bloom and thrive in the sight of your field
So that , I can be there for your eyes to be healed
And if you ever feel dull to look at them in the autumn
Rest your heart, dig them up and burry them in the bottom
PS: Palwasha Sharif
We all know one fact
that Earth is our home,
But why do we do this
and make it to foam?
Earth is our mother
and feeds us with her milk,
But why do we do this
and make it to silk?
We are not her only child
and her only worries
But why do we do this
and make ourselves her worries?
We all knew this one thing
that she is our only way to survive
But why did we do this and kill her
for only us to thrive?
The Blood speaks louder, it paves the way,
No force can take its efficacy away.
From valleys low to mountains high,
His Spirit lifts us up, we touch the sky!
In Him we stand, we live, we shine,
Our faith is strong, His love divine.
So raise our voices, be bold, be free,
His Truth will guide our destiny!
He lights the night with steadfast grace,
Turns ashes bright - His love won’t fade.
His Word’s a shield, a fortress strong,
Abide in Him, this is where we belong.
No storm can shake, no tide can sway,
We thrive, boom, and shout “Jubilee” each day!
A quiet life right by the sea
No thoughts of war to trouble me
Sweet rendezvous with poetry
I wonder, will I then be free?
The touch of flirty summer breeze
No one to bother or appease
At one with sand and sky and trees,
but will I be content with these?
To hook my dreams upon a star
Hear nature's hymn, not sounds of war,
My wishes galloping so far
Will I forget this telling scar?
No matter where my gypsy heart
will guide to make a fresh new start
My trauma will not ever part
A change of scene but not my heart
For I have stories I must tell
Now rest here for a little spell,
and if you choose to listen well
together we'll escape from hell
You cannot run away from you
For where you go, your past goes too,
So every day, this vow renew:
"Survive and thrive, that's what I'll do."
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Survive and Thrive
April 8, 2025
Often, the good things that one does are Minimized.
Quite frequently, our gifts and efforts bring us no Prize.
In light of this, one must never lose Heart.
We must remain focused upon what was
assigned to us from the Start.
If in life for any reason, we are Deprived,
Our given tasks still require that we Thrive.
Thrive I say, and not merely to Survive.
In so doing, in the end, your prize will be Realized.
I hide
I lied
I cried
I tried
I survived
I thrive
May your dreams all thrive
By Michelle Morris
31/12/2023
As this year winds down
To its inevitable death
I wish for you
A fresh new year
May it be filled
With Love and Light
Wonderful moments
New perspective, new life
Happy New Year
Happy new life
May you be blessed
Protected and guided
May you find your way
May you be inspired
May you know your truth
May your dreams all thrive
© Michelle Morris, 2023
I thrive on positivity, optimism, goodness, people, and humor
Can live without smoking, alcohol, and a cancerous tumor
I seek happiness, and live my joy by painting canvases daily.
This helps my imagination soar, and my personality shows gaiety.
Snooty persnickety people with their noses pinched and put up
I can do without, but I cannot do without my cuddly cat or my pup.
Never read the newspaper, for it is full of such mean awful stuff.
Love working in the garden and chatting with friends, sure enough.
Devil's vengeful roar captures innocent
Exhale scorches bystanders randomly
Volcano spews brimstone belligerent
Dissolves small boy's chance single handedly
Hitler contempt casts heinous destruction
Whip of his cape compel madmen to leap
Grief ingests itself, victim grows gumption
Roots for resprout cling to resovoir deep
Wrap gilded courage with rebounding soul
Compassion coiled to return after hurt
Bravery engraved on stalwart patrol
Solution driven man spurns Satan’s curse
Devoid of vanity, heart vivacious
Benevolent flare given in furnace
Sorry
My Selfless Beloved
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Time demands ever
People apply ruler hardest
Stunting life..desires.!
Tao clears mind myriad
Hears gurgled stream trickle
Rejuvenating ease of river
Impels an outlook simple
Verdant steppes imperial
Embrace ouroboros cycle
Joined tail to mouth control
Overcomes chaotic combat
Yin Yan hug in completeness
Temple of self empty vessel
Approaches each hour in Wu Wei
Jaws of serpent ensure return
Iteration eats its tail
Tadpole twirled stronghold
Unhurried harmonious spiral
February finding out
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