Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain
Severest river storm I have seen in recent years
With broad streaks of lightning lighting the sky,
Enough to frighten any timorous chronic worriers
Main street has turned into a raging creek bed,
Sweeping broken tree limbs into the gutter drains
Run-off won’t help farmers in coming days so dry,
Such is the case with a summer’s torrential rains
Which most of us living near the Ohio truly dread,
Especially when accompanied by direct line winds
Which can be dangerous like twisters on the plain,
But here bring relief, from the heat, as it descends
The storms come on so quickly, it hard to explain
Loud claps of thunder introducing torrents of rain.
Written July 6, 2022
Categories:
worriers, rain, river, storm, summer,
Form: Sonnet
work worriers in wrongful world will win by god’s grace the wanton war
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May 7, 2022
Syllable count : Total 17 (PS Syllable counter)
Contest : Work Perspective Monoku
Sponsored by : Beata Agustin
Categories:
worriers, inspirational, war, work,
Form: Monoku
Worriers Sink, Warriors Shine
- By Aare Tunde Dawood-Akerele
Let's exempt the death
Worry is for the living
Who has cases to win
Challenges to surmount
Fears to conquer
Aspirations to achieve
Failure to escape,
Success to record.
To worriers, life is hellish
Every issue seems unsurmountable
They easily manufacture excuses
Often soaked in sinking feelings
And anxious about nothingness
To warriors, life is fun
They call problems challenges
Often chase the winning formulas
Not fearful but focused
Warriors fight through the battlefield
Stand gallantly at other bank
Coast home winnings, loots, plunder
And tell the adventure tales of heroic exploit
Before the voyage
Worriers had sunk mentally
Physically in the midstream
Get consumed by anxiety.
Every worrier dies trophyless
Categories:
worriers, analogy, courage, death, fear,
Form: Free verse
A Sunny Day
Very hot
Taking shower in sweat
Helpless souls
A loud noice
Like worriers stepping into a battle field
In some far
Somewhere beyond the eye sight
It rained sudden
A heavy down fall
Forcing to withdraw the Sunny rays
Over the heads from the wide Sky
Cooling hearts of all souls
Thanking for each drop of rain
Falling on their sweating bodies
All he and she souls!
Categories:
worriers, nature, rain, sun,
Form: Free verse
On this day for Our veterans, we say we honor our soldiers that protected our country. For they served us well as worriers. They deserve to have our gratitude , for some were drafted or some may volunteered. Some just now and some of many years. Know matter where they fought, know matter where they been they always came out with a victory. For some saw combat , for other might had just rode a desk along the way. For here we stand together to let the veterans know that they were and will not be forgotten, for the freedom they give us and to honor their lives for the uniforms they wore or still do for our country. So America can stand up show the men and women that we will never forget. And on independence day to say alittle prayer for the one's who also died.
By: Darlene Arment
Categories:
worriers, poems,
Form: ABC
A day at a time the world changes,
Ideologies of yester years turn blue,
A world we knew becomes a stranger,
No hold bars I see a generation lose it,
Clear minds clog with twisted thought,
Words of the wise none to hold dear,
Twenty first century becomes a jungle,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
Prostitution hidden in the sponsor,
Old men downed in decorated words,
Young girls thinking its fashion,
Vice versa young men gone wild,
Like beasts of the wild they turn,
Thinking a word changes the act,
Money they think will build a castle,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
The world need worriers no short cut,
Need to live large make it your own,
Hustle through life loyalty to self,
With shame stop sinking deep,
Making life a joke on the lips,
Turn the other way avoid a limp,
When life start breaking you away,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
I beg to leave hoping am heard,
Sponsor I hear prostitution decorated,
Easy way out will cripple you down,
Burning dignity down to ashes,
Creating a world of deadly deals,
That tears families woven together,
Rules no bound moral fabric torn.
Categories:
worriers, religious,
Form: Pastoral
I have this image
of Him and me
in a pasture.
It is bordered on one side by a wall of stones,
dug up from the soil by generations of worriers
before me.
Behind us is a narrow dirt road,
protected by Sugar Maples flaming
in their orange clothes.
Some birches are standing close by.
They say things I do not understand
but find pleasant.
And so when they do speak,
I take notice, as if I did know.
The sun reaches inside
me and heals every rawness, all pain.
We sit there,
He and I.
Our arms are about each others shoulders
like two boys
who’ve not yet let the world
fill them with shame.
We gaze across fields
destined to die.
But, for now, they smell
sweet from dewy hay that has been cut and rolled,
waiting for the barn.
Silence is our dialogue.
No thinking,
just being.
Some hawks in the sky seem drunk
from the bounty of this last warm day.
They take daredevil plunges toward earth
and shriek
as they play.
Ghosts who scare themselves once told me
that this love is won only
from suffering
and charity,
worse,
fear.
But this is a myth;
it is not His way.
All I need to do
is rest
in Him
and He
in me.
This is simply enough
for Him,
and all I ever want.
Categories:
worriers, faith, happiness,
Form: Personification
I am the child, of a child, of a child, of a child, of a slave. They were the children, of the
children, of the children of kings, Queens, scholars and worriers of Africa.
I am the descendent of wisdom, which gave the inhabitants of Earth the Knowledge of the
World that surrounds them, the universe above, the earth beneath their feet and oceans that
surround this planet.
I am the child that has to prove himself more then others, who has to study harder, play
harder, pray with sincerity and walk in faith. I am the child that must put God first.
I am the child through the wisdom of my ancestors I am able to see further then most. The
future that awaits me, brighter then the one my father and mother before me had.
I am the child that listens when my elders speak, because they were the ones who laid the
groundwork. From them I will take the torch, carry it high and proudly as they did years
before me.
I am the child who will one day have children, and those children will believe as I do. They
will know that they are the descendent of a proud people, and the strength of the spirit will
keep them from harm.////
Categories:
worriers, inspirationalchild, child, children, earth,
Form: I do not know?
The Romans did it to please the gods,
the Egyptians did it for her,
the Aztecs too for pleasure and the love of a woman,
In war as with the men of troy, or the worriers and the blood they shed,
in her eyes, in her heart...all for her love,
with honor with out thought to die as a loved man,
Wars were fought and as solders dye they were on there minds,
as endless battles raged a loved one closed their eyes,
shivery made of heart, tenacity of love as they fell to the sand,
I see how it was done,
how they willingly died,
it's what I would do for you because of you...I can
Categories:
worriers, lovelove,
Form: I do not know?