#relay
Number three runner
rounded the final turn -
heart pounding in sync
with his pain-racked legs.
Reaching his mark, he surrendered
the baton to his waiting team-mate's grasp
then collapsed full-spent to his knees.
Still panting, he toweled his face -
glancing up to watch his friend
sweep first past the finish line.
Gathered for a hasty camera snap,
the team locked arms in a victory clasp
that only a bonded quartet could share.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
Life is not a Relay Race,
There is No passing of batons,
No running fast towards the finish line,
To see which team has won,
No stadium filled coliseums, or
sceams and yells from the crowds,
No bending down to get on your mark,
As the starter pistol shoots out loud,
Life is not a Relay Race,
Just take your precious time,
No racing against a stopwatch,
Your Life is laid out fine,
Your Life will flow naturally,
It will run it's Natural Course,
Keep living your life day by day,
don't rush, push or force,
Life is not a Relay Race,
No Racing against the grain,
Just Live your Life carefree, and
Your Happiness you will contain!!
Life is not a Relay Race,
You don't have to be in a hurry,
What's for you will come to light,
So, there is No need to worry!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/25/2026
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:04 PM UTC
for badwords
how did you enter my inner streaming?
merely, me, in a momentary, I wrote of
mixed emotes when lying prone next
to a beloved,
but my inner working you invade,
comprehending my thoughts while processing,
in ways I instant recognition their total accuracy,
yet, how could this be, analysis, so close, ***********
and yet methodically betraying the processes
that lived live in on,y my inners, where though shared,
one thought, believed, my disguise would go unpenetrated,
and fear to inquire, how your
insights
can penetrate my
insides,
the very tension that drive me to compose,
the very anxiety that must be creatively disposed,
a poem is my explication, a shedding of sensations,,
and in a calculus of portrayal, you relay me to the
outsiders, in ways that leave me, naked, stumbling,
wondering have I gone too far, or not nearly far
enough, how much should I relay, is there a boundary,
wondering through which aperture, which end,
of the telescope, I should conduct, utilize for my
self-examination
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
1 Kings 15:24- "Then Asa rested with his ancestors and was buried with them in the city of his father David. And Jehoshaphat his son succeeded him as king."
Hand passes baton
Race not about runners
An objective not at odds
To something further than singular
It is about the passing
Dedicated motion
Maintaining of
Exchange at maximum speed
Invigorating something else
Notion of familial
Virtues vested
In a completement
Of the passing on
And a carrying of values
So well learned
From another before
And His trust given
Rewards of a relay
Are plural
With an instinctual handing off
Of Faith
In a mentor before
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
The relay we tend to play, a selfish race of people who passes the baton but never get it handed back to us.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC