The undeserved man will bribe to get
What he only gets by chance
The deserved man will bribe to avoid
Being snatched the golden apportunity
The greedy man will bride to make sure
What he wants is attainable
The unconfident man will bride
To be selected, to be distinguished from others
Where there are strong competitions
There are briberies in various forms
A stupid man even bride God in his prayer
Does he
Vessel
Venturing through
Vehement whirlpools
Victory seems unconfident
Midst mountainous
Maddening vulnerabilities
Mission accomplished
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09 July 2921
Picture This 2 - 7 Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Each one of us has
the fondest conviction
that encourages us to move on,
to explore new horizons,
new frontiers still unknown;
turn your prospective into reality
and finally, reach your goal.
Caring for one another,
looking out for unseen dangers
to protect our life that's more
brittle than a glass that shatters;
more than our sight given to us
to witness the beauty, the ugliness
and endless inhumanity.
Is conviction a rejected assumption,
if it doesn't show the strength within,
the permissible advantage of realizing
a persuasive concept in the making?
Many dreams fail not having
enough confidence to persuade them,
be realistic but also optimistic;
a pessimist sees things differently
swaying from the logic of persuasion,
from a declaration of utter disbelief
that a simple thought can become
bigger than an underestimate idea,
even grander than a visualized dream.
Each one of us has the fondest conviction
that any effort made is better than none
and whenever satisfaction rewards us
with a trophy of our own; all is lost,
nothing is gained in bashful living...
not sought by the unconfident and timid.
Her soul feelings for him are all balled up inside
She cannot get out the words
She does not run
Yet she can hide
Here he comes again
The man she thought she had fantasized
Yet here he is in the flesh, the man of her dreams
That man
His soul feelings for her are all twisted in a knot
He dares not speak for he might be rebuffed
He passes her gently
Keeping his feelings inside
They pass each other every day for years
Neither speaking
For they both have such fears
When a "hello" is said at last,
Eyes are rapidly averted away
Neither staying to talk
Neither staying to play
That hello which could have been the start
Was simply another barb
To each of their hearts
One finally could not tolerate it
And moved away
Without explanation
They did not pass the next day.