My heart hurts but it will pass
The sting and swelling It will not last. But, oh at this moment, My spirit lies low. It's just another of Life’s messy blows. I am not special or Better than anyone. It’s just this time, I wish I had won.
We are the winners,
all we don't know is listed -- in our manual.
"Een handleiding voor mijn opvolger" ("A manual for my successor", 2008, Erik Solvanger)
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up the T on the deuce side ~ point of no return Mark Toney © 2021
9/26/2021 - Poetry form: Haiku (for you) - Mark Toney © 2021
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My Silence won novel poem price
But silence is friend and for.
In Trump the idiot sees himself
a winner, strong and smart making the intelligent cry and destroying difficulties with just a word—or a lie—or his fists now no longer rejects or losers affirming his beliefs of himself— the blessed poor for his saviour is come
If love was not hard
It would not be rewarding Trophies must be earned
It wouldn't be a prize if anyone could win it
A vision behind closed eyes
Your reflection with no mirror A world with only peace Not a soul who wishes terror A destination in the distance But a clear path all the way Your dreams are achievable There’s nothing more to say The dream is inside you You just need to believe That’s just the first step Then you go and achieve Once you score your first goal You go and bag some more And never stop achieving Because it’s a feeling to adore
To make something change must fight
You aren't born a champion But made Just have to push towards the light To the day weakness delayed
Only you have the ability to make change out of the large bills life gives you