Day and night
I keep the count right
Work and rest
Provide vigor and zest
The heart accepts the pure breeze
The mind thwarts the evil and freeze
The wonderful souls leave a lasting memory
They bring happiness, smiles and glory
I was directed towards the path unknown
Everything seemed puzzled,nothing clearly shown
It felt like a heart,so helpless
The feeling was so weird and breathless
Not a single word,left to utter
The heart shivered and shattered
It is a voice in my head
A voice by which,I am always led
With passing time, I do change
I follow the right,from a range...
I always try with the effort best
Though,at times I fail in test
I get inspired by birds flying high
Those regarded as kings of sky
I feel honored to hear my name
It's a grace,a regarded fame
It is the voice,in my head
A voice,by which,I am always led...
YOUNG
Young and strong and full of vigor
So proud to answer the call
Crisp new uniform
Standing sharp and tall
Solemn with intent
To serve for one and all
His country and comrades
He bravely manned the wall
To stand against the bitter foe
And endure war’s awful squall
With valor and service true
Til the fateful fall
Then home again and still young
But only full of rigor
I look around and frown
to see eighty-plus-year-old clowns
stuttering and stumbling around
the corridors of power...
From Slow-Joe Biden to Unelectable Mahmoud Abbas*
from Black-out Mitch McConnell to Fragile Francis, the Pope
They all refuse to step down
to give youthful leaders hope...
Corporations keep the young blood flowing
their ideas and vigor keep the profits growing
But the world's nations prize creeping senility
over youthful ability
_____________________________________
*Mahmoud Abbas, 88 years old, has been the
President of the Palestinian National Authority
since 2005. Through a series of political mach-
inations, no elections have been held for Pres-
ident since. He has also been the chairman of
the PLO since 2004.
That is one thing about rigor:
It can Intact Man disfigure;
Like a cell phone reconfigure
The Stout left A Sorry Figure…
You won’t yourself in public show;
Not a new thing in you did grow;
Slaving at a task “Your New Foe”
Hours taking to turn a toe!
It’s a big stab from stretched rigor:
It leaves not the same one’s Vigor:
I used to know a strong Igor,
Not dead before stripped of vigor…
Some men it’d enveloped in dust.
Good pipes now struggling with rust;
You don’t energy drink dismiss
Nor caffeine you can handle miss.
fear
angst, anguish
doubting, distrusting, disbelieving
apprehension, anxiety, bravery, bold
advancing, asserting, attacking
vigor, valor
courage
When she is present
Living is pleasant
When heard is her voice
Even cuckoo makes noise
When she is seen
Loses value a queen
When her eyes sparkle
That is indeed a miracle
When she offers a smile
I upon peace smooth-sail
When she utters a word
Immense bliss is delivered
When she closed her eyes
To open them, my heart cries
When she looks at me
I feel never at all gloomy
Her measured steps
And her lovely hips
Along with her inviting lips
Give me in love nice tips
She gives me holy pleasure
She is more than a treasure
Her absence is hellish
Her leaving is fiendish
She is to me everything
I am her only dear King
Her love is purely Divine
She is forever only mine
To God I deeply pray
For her in a loud way!
Vigor
Hoje em todos os tempos;
todos os dias,
na vida ou nos negócios
a principal condição
da qual dependem
vida, sucesso, saúde
é vigor é a ação.
O vigor
aumenta a energia
e promove a ação
que leva ao destino certo.
A ação
faz fazer sempre
mais e mais.
R-emarkable
H-appiness
O-f
S-weet
S-tatement
E-mploys
L-ove
S-o
O-ne
L-ady
I-n
V-igor
E-njoys
N-obility
Topic: Birthday of Rhossel Y. Soliven (January 29)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I slept on my eyes and my eyes are very red
And when I look up I see blue instead
The blue sky falling on the wing of a bird. This sky falling on the wing of a dove.
This blue sky on the wing of an eagle.
I slept on my eyes and my eyes are very red
And I look around the earth trembled with dread.
The Master is watching as the thread weakened.
Leaving the earth to stumble and mankind fallen.
I slept on my eyes and my eyes are very red.
And I look and saw them fill with youth and vigor.
Watching me, watching them. Care not for the world they live in.
Love, they claimed as I see their thoughts even though
I am having problem
How often does that happened?
I slept on my eyes and my eyes are very red.
And I look down on the earth on which I tread. One black foot going ahead of the other, walking in circles, going after nothing.
As man runs and the earth shakes, mankind falls.
I walked in circles.
Asking.
Where am I going? Why can’t I reach there? And how much longer will I feel this pain in my eyes?
With Vigor Rode In On Trigger
Our anxiety grew bigger and bigger,
Until someone appeared with vigor;
With a long lariat;
He would carry it;
Roy Rogers had rode in on Trigger.
Jim Horn
“To be or not to be?”
The Bard doth ask;
"Life and Death—," Emily
then takes to task.
E-levate the faith's vigor,
D-on't be late, don't delay;
R-emain upholding the fervor
O-n November twenty-sixth
D-ay.
D-on't let the hope vanish,
O-ne trust must not weaken;
R-emain obeying the Lord,
D-on't let the vigor
E-nd.
In full splendor now
Dried up, dying tomorrow
Laughter and sorrow.
KIM PATRICE NUNEZ
25 February 2015
Bedtime a time of quiet remembering
Surely there is the Whip-poor-will's call
Definitely thrice was the ghost calling
No_only an old woman's dream in fall
Now my life seems to pass uneven
As a winter's night storm first rain _ice
Wrestling against old age soon engraven
Longing for youth's vim and vigor thrice
Somehow there'll be a brand new season
Spring soon will spring_ridding earth of ice
There will be a very great reunion
Where the birds and butterflies entice
To all things good or bad there are seasons
Now flash forward__to forever spring paradise
(Se terminer)
Don't tell me wrong count!..Poetic license
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