If a loser today don't give up
Would become a winner tomorrow
A reader today
A leader tomorrow
A singer today
A healer tomorrow
A giver today
A receiver tomorrow
What you do, makes or breaks you.
To be somebody
You have to be like nobody
Even when you try to copy
You can't do it like the original person
Be you do you for you
Work on yourself
So you don't live like everyone.
When you pray for it
Work for it
So you can walk in it
If you don't go for it
It won't come to you
To be successful, you have to be of service.
The mind hangs in silence,
All is stilled, thoughts lingering
Lazily, as if in cosmic animation;
No words drip from the faucet that once
Streamed waters of creation, and now is
Only empty air passing over an idle lexis;
How deceiving is the thought, idle mind:-
A dormant volcano creates its explosive flow
Does not the idle mind quietly stream likewise?!
There’s no creation that’s void of time;
God himself used time to speak in creation!
Thus, is not time herself, the plunger of idleness?!
Butterflies are timed in cocooned metamorphosis; babes in wombs;
And likewise, black holes are wombed in the depths of time’s space;
Yes, in all creations, time’s time is an instant of its own self eternity:-
Thus, we poets of the cistern of divine wisdom and guidance,
Must ever be aware that the sacred poem is a creature of time;
Germinating in the womb of mind, and premature birth is also timed.
Yes, while time itself–for anything–does not wait,
We mere mortals must wait on the timing of time,
For it is in its own time that the poem is delivered!
Na for Area wey we dey
wey some call streets
Others call gettho
Most Trenches
Na some won turn to jungle
For wrestle and more.
4 D jungle
We dey mingle to struggle
Hustling and juggling
Bustle and giggle
together to survive
We take things on things
To kill time and pains.
Same street wey empower you
Go humble or discriminate you
Base on how you take package
Many na ant wey dey follow sugar
If dem lick ur sweetness finish
Dem go jakpa go find another.
Use your intellect
Because men dey disguise
Like this old talk
No judge the book by the cover
Shine your eye but no turn beast
Do good and always show kindness
No mean say make you turn fool.
The ladies na our muse in disguise
You broke dem leave you for anoda
That na motivation and inspiration
For the strong, to go harder and win
For the weak, excuse for revenge and more
Our ladies no dey settle for small things
That's why we too dey go harder for higher ground.
To get where you want or what you want
You have to start from where you are
With what you have at hand at that moment
doing what you've never done consistently
To get what or where you've never before
Giving what the masses want and love.
Success do not comes by playing mediocre
Very timid no venture no success no fun
Failures ain't stop signs but stepping stone
After hitting rock bottom keep trying
Success decorates the doers not the don't er
There's always a way when you make one
Skills are tools for navigating through
Acquire as much as you can while thriving
Striving until you've attained your desires
Creating multiple streams of income is great
Multi tasking according to schedules unfailingly
With a persisting relentless attitude.
Your behavior and attitude towards your goal
Will determine the outcome of your establishment
Connections and growth depends on your ability
Greatness comes from going the extra miles
Winners are not surrender's, steady revival's
Active and always improving in skills and worth.
truth may take a while to reveal herself
But she will appear eventually
Either by light of sun or dark of moon
Her choice, her pace, her timeline
her decision
Fresh starters for the new year,
A new goal for a new month,
Markers for a day.
The poet's calendar,
A door to a new timeline,
Planning versus life's hurdles.
Vicissitudes and mysteries,
Tomorrow's questions,
Dawn harbingers what we see.
January 4, 2023.
Life is a mystery
But so is death
Questioning the misery
Or the quest
Living in the moment
Or holding your breath
The question remains
Of what is ever left
Whats meant to stay
Or whats meant to go
Law of attraction
Is all we really know
What's meant will always be
Or leave you
Questioning your memory
Or living in a tragedy
Only you can set your mind free
The answer is
At the end of the beginning
To unravel the thoughts
Lost inside our mind
Wondering what to attract
In due time
Or forever be lost
Amongst the timeline!!!!
No copywriting
By me D'e aka Deana Sanders??
pleated mountains peaks
clockwork waterfalls
chiseled crevices
pressure etched artwork
cascading timeline
gliding the dial
3-25-2021
Tableau - 6 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
In a blink of an eye,
the Future rushes in,
becomes the Present
that bursts like a bubble,
becomes the Past,
and is forever gone!
Life is a flowing stream heading to a dumb past—a tittle on timeline—too brief for a whim, too fluid to fondle. Yet with an uncanny haste I flinch at horrors or wince at hurts. Can’t gel fleeting dreams that soon layer in memory’s folds, or litter like dry bones in the valley.
Each moment, I dream afresh, preening the feathers mirrored in a mirage. All’s dream, dream, a passing dream of a morrow cuddle a bouquet of roses—the fruit sifted from pondering the essence of life. I’ve seen many sun’s; day and night ever speaking.
I look for today, but find myself in limbo, in a swirl, hyped up by hope, yet clutching the wind and a slimy crag. Thus I follow the hollow tales about morrow with cautious hope, squinting as time taunts and recedes to a vanishing point. Life slips away mindlessly in bits till my sun sets in grey or gold.
Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
January 5, 2019
Written By: D. Collins 3/4/19
A timeline and testimony can bring anyone down.
Even those who seem to think they wear a crown.
Bring in the money man and get him to flip.
Corroborate it with that Michael Cohen ****.
Think back to WikiLeaks and Trump's major speech.
He had a major announcement he'd spill next week.
Then he postponed it indefinitely.
Because he jumped out in front of WikiLeaks.
That's diarrhea of the mouth you can't take back.
When timeline and testimony line up with the facts.
As far as I'm concerned, there is no discussion.
We will find tax, bank, and insurance corruption.
It will start at the top, and trickle down to the kids.
All will be accountable for what they did.
Timeline and testimony is what Mueller already has.
While the SDNY is preparing to tax that ass.
As I travel through the places in my mind
Like all the faces on the vine
The memories aren't all mine
Ready to go on the drop of a dime
When we have to walk this line
Coasting through life in a whole new timeline
That will no doubt realign our direction
When we meet it without exception
To discover it's just one big reflection
That will be met with our loving affection
Where I would like to unwind
All these thoughts that I don't want to bind
Because It helps me define
The one who I see dancing in front of me
Makes my spirit soar so free
As I swing from tree to tree
Trying to get to that happy place in my mind
To let go of these memories
That are not all mine
I would rather maintain this down low
So we both come to know
This love that is pouring out on overflow
Where our hearts come together
In hopes, our love will grow
Taller than the trees
As sweet as pie where our love will kiss the sky
Baby, where you will electrify
The outcome when we testify
Our love hits the bullseye
Tell me when
I will see
My great departure
Even if I'm not prepared
Long have I waited
In great despair
Not knowing Lord
Everything I will go through
LIFE IS TIME
IN TIME WE WILL PASS
NOW IS THE TIME TO LOVE LIFE
AT THE SPEED OF TIME
TIME GOES ON
TIME GOES ON
AT THE SPEED OF TIME
NOW IS THE TIME TO LOVE LIFE
IN TIME WE WILL PASS
LIFE IS TIME
03022016
"THE TRACK ON MY TIMELINE"
I'm up, I'm up.
I yawn, I stretch,
I rub the hangover from my eyes.
a day of leisure is ahead of me.
no, it really isn't.
I've got an errand to run and it
involves my laundry.
I've dumped procrastination,
she was an unhealthy *****.
the laundromat is down on Baldwin street.
it's a dreadful place for the lower class.
hey, wait a minute!
the race track!
****!
first race is at ten.
I can still make it,
it's nine-thirty.
no, priorities, priorities.
how long can these clothes really last?
forever, until I'm stripped of them.
nine forty-five.
I'm at the betting window.
twenty win on the three horse!
I grab a beer,
I light up my cigarette,
and the gates open.
I'm a glutton for punishment,
procrastination is my lover
yet again.
By: Chicano Eddie
8-9-2016
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