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"achievement" poems
Do you mind if I sit back and observe the process of the lords creation the subject matter is miraculous the beauty is elegant perfect in every scence my baby girl you stole my heart such a thief ain't you, thinking about seductive things we do sinners ain't we, naughty deeds but the intentions is good it serves needs What pains me is that I have to let go to regrip your sparkling eyes again, got to move fast so quick that I don't miss the chance to clutch you in my arms again, heaven sent such a gift I cried when you was born I ain't even know you back then because, GOD made you for me I picked up your scent, I know from day one you was mine let us age old together bad and boujee like expensive fine wine, my kiss is possessive the beat of your heart is mine let that foreplay tingle down your spine, open wide going deep let me reach your soul ****** our achievement together it ain't *** it's love I love you girl no *** postion that can top this deposition let me show you its deeper than *** I'm still into you watch me shift working overtime full time love baby moan out affection go on say the name, our body hum harmony can feel this body heat that steamy love, open wide in deep that creamy love that dreamy love, its deeper than *** the agony an orgams of how our love make our body shiver, I love you, I love you! I rejoice I could say this a thousand times it's deeper than ***
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Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
LUV × DEEPER THAN ***
Life is a lesson full of adventures to ride it is a product of achievement and joy, suffer and pain but there are a lot of test that you will take some challenges to test your patience and perseverance plus hardwork that you should try but after all, you’ll still get through all of these zigzag lines to the path that you will never know what consesus would it bring into you. Whether you labor it in each continental parts of living the success in life. your choice is your destiny, your will is what makes you. & so you create what you become and you become what you think simple, but people always choose the easy route rather than the hard route that will only makes them overwhelmed and uncomfortable. though uncomfortable things will only let you G-R-O-W once you give it a G-O- To C-H-A-N-G-E is a M-U-S-T and so is to be a better self. because to be a better person means to suffer to be a better person means to change and to be a better person means to be kind and to be grateful for. quotational marks that you carried in you all along the way, it will guide you to reach your dreams and goals in life. this is the presentation to make an impact to the world.
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Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
Life Is A Lesson
From one thousand mountains the hawks flights are gone Soaring freely & thinking clearly through the clouds in the sky Not looking back persevering to fulfill the dreams The dreams aren't solely an illusion in the mind But a preview of future times For the reality in the hawks mind is dreams of happiness Clashing between difficulty & a paradox of what is seen & what is not seen What is believed has 20/20 vision A clear sight with no eyeballs But a driven mind with great visual Anticipating the future of success Feeling blessed and alleviating stress Persevering and passing all the tests What lies is the wind which is the past Securing things of desire at last Achievement is a good friend Resulting in a fulfilled end. . .
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Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Connoisseur of Dreams
Anom o ly Non-named, never imagined much less realized The left hand can't know what the right is doing, it's a brain matter, grey area, may be a way to imagine your unique. task, yours, not doable from here We can do things as us that we never imagine alone. Is there a need to negate, wait, think, must one do any act? Now, I see, emulating Socrates is thought easier than emulating Jesus. Christ, you know that ain't easy, eh? Death is the friend of being. Things change from time to time but, you know knowledge grows in two directions, the dark part is not evil. evil is as evil does. The roots that ever live in the earth, those roots are required, requirements. Left brain uses the right hand. Don't tell the left-hand that nearly all it's skill in serving and being used right, is used up by the other side. Right or wrong, is not a chiral question,  nor is good or bad. ******** Phillips's head screws with a butter knife is wrong. It can be done right, but not if you turn it the wrong way. Drawing on the right side of my brain has always symbolized a crossroads experience, in my mind. I mean I draw, realistically, with my right hand, left brain. Maybe, brains are no easier to analyze than time in an immaterial medium of messaging. I am certain life wins. Meaning everything you think life means. Do you think evil is required as an activity for life to actively be? I doubt that. Death fixes everything. Fret not. Wait. First make room, what was the Bronte word? Penetrium, no, cut n paste [A]t once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason - Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. From <https://www.etymonline.com/columns/post/cloud-of-uknowing> Happiness demands an agreement Joy is in process, I agree, I am happy, haps happen and I notice Note: Bronte was one to tweak fine puns with the word Penetralia: 1. The innermost parts of a building, especially the sanctuary of a temple. 2. The most private or secret parts; recesses: the penetralia of the soul. See Chapter one, Wuthering Heights. ----- From bronteblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/emilys-penetralium_03.html
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Anomoly
Anom o ly Non-named, never imagined much less realized The left hand can't know what the right is doing, it's a brain matter, grey area, may be a way to imagine your unique. task, yours, not doable from here We can do things as us that we never imagine alone. Is there a need to negate, wait, think, must one do any act? Now, I see, emulating Socrates is thought easier than emulating Jesus. Christ, you know that ain't easy, eh? Death is the friend of being. Things change from time to time but, you know knowledge grows in two directions, the dark part is not evil. evil is as evil does. The roots that ever live in the earth, those roots are required, requirements. Left brain uses the right hand. Don't tell the left-hand that nearly all it's skill in serving and being used right, is used up by the other side. Right or wrong, is not a chiral question,  nor is good or bad. ******** Phillips's head screws with a butter knife is wrong. It can be done right, but not if you turn it the wrong way. Drawing on the right side of my brain has always symbolized a crossroads experience, in my mind. I mean I draw, realistically, with my right hand, left brain. Maybe, brains are no easier to analyze than time in an immaterial medium of messaging. I am certain life wins. Meaning everything you think life means. Do you think evil is required as an activity for life to actively be? I doubt that. Death fixes everything. Fret not. Wait. First make room, what was the Bronte word? Penetrium, no, cut n paste [A]t once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously - I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason - Coleridge, for instance, would let go by a fine isolated verisimilitude caught from the Penetralium of mystery, from being incapable of remaining content with half-knowledge. From <https://www.etymonline.com/columns/post/cloud-of-uknowing> Happiness demands an agreement Joy is in process, I agree, I am happy, haps happen and I notice Note: Bronte was one to tweak fine puns with the word Penetralia: 1. The innermost parts of a building, especially the sanctuary of a temple. 2. The most private or secret parts; recesses: the penetralia of the soul. See Chapter one, Wuthering Heights. ----- From bronteblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/emilys-penetralium_03.html
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Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Was this the right choice? Seeing warnings on twitter Thinking they're all quitters Thinking you're better But in reality, you're just as equal as them. But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Seeing your friends play, you start multiplying Not even touching a pipe and dying You're on the floor, you're crying Pressing start over and over again and trying Knowing your high score is low and start lying because you know you **** But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Questions going through your mind "Why did I die?" "Did I really touch a pipe?" "Why do iPhone users only have day while Android have both day and night?" "Why is it slower on other phones?" "How do you get past 20?" "Why do I keep dying?" "Why do Android users have other colors?" But the question you should be asking is... "Am I going mad?" But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Now, the resolution. Stop the addiction. Press that "x" You know its for the greater good. I know YOU feel the ANGER whenever you die. You don't wanna risk throwing your phone for that. Take my advice. DO IT. Before it ruins your life. But as the day passes... You can't. You can't. You can't. Its too late. Flappy Bird is now part of life. Even though the anger The anger that feels like your chest being stabbed by a knife Hurts you so much Deep inside you get a little happy... Knowing somewhere in the world someone trying the same game Got less than you. Less than 3, 2, or 1. And because of this you want to beat more people who **** more than you. And this should be an achievement You, state your name, got YOUR own high score. YOU did it YOU made it to one pipe or even more. And if you didn't Well ***** for you But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
Flappy Bird
Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Was this the right choice? Seeing warnings on twitter Thinking they're all quitters Thinking you're better But in reality, you're just as equal as them. But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Seeing your friends play, you start multiplying Not even touching a pipe and dying You're on the floor, you're crying Pressing start over and over again and trying Knowing your high score is low and start lying because you know you **** But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Questions going through your mind "Why did I die?" "Did I really touch a pipe?" "Why do iPhone users only have day while Android have both day and night?" "Why is it slower on other phones?" "How do you get past 20?" "Why do I keep dying?" "Why do Android users have other colors?" But the question you should be asking is... "Am I going mad?" But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird Now, the resolution. Stop the addiction. Press that "x" You know its for the greater good. I know YOU feel the ANGER whenever you die. You don't wanna risk throwing your phone for that. Take my advice. DO IT. Before it ruins your life. But as the day passes... You can't. You can't. You can't. Its too late. Flappy Bird is now part of life. Even though the anger The anger that feels like your chest being stabbed by a knife Hurts you so much Deep inside you get a little happy... Knowing somewhere in the world someone trying the same game Got less than you. Less than 3, 2, or 1. And because of this you want to beat more people who **** more than you. And this should be an achievement You, state your name, got YOUR own high score. YOU did it YOU made it to one pipe or even more. And if you didn't Well ***** for you But as the day passes... Flap Flap goes the Flappy Bird
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I’ve been reading a bit about positivity, this past hour. I have been trying to project what I’ve read, mentally, in scenarios where I’m under stress to see how things work out. I couldn’t make peace with the fact that sometimes letting go and keeping quiet is the best course of action. That sometimes, just sometimes, shutting up and letting things happen is the only way to get over a bad situation. The fallout can be dealt with. The one percent of our animal nature within helps us rebuild every time. I can feel an uneasiness settling, making its home in the center of my being. Writhing in malcontent and uneven distaste, counterbalanced hatred for this feeling I’m riddled with. Where is the good in all this? Is that what forgiveness is? Swallowing the bitter pill? Turning a new leaf? Among other euphemisms for being a **** up. Something that’s very hard to do. Two minds too blind to make themselves up. Nothing is accomplished in confusion. One kills while the other cries. Despair and hope side by side, waiting for one to rise and the other to fall. Positivity is elastic, it can be stretched to fit over what you deem right. It can be mistaken for a rush of energy, a thirst for life, a sense of achievement, an inebriated night. All the while festering, brooding, decaying inside, a heart of sadness, that once did smile.
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
Positivity
Endless hours of committed effort, which frequently felt unrecognised and unappreciated. Deep down in your desireful soul, you teased yourself with ambitious day dreams. The incentive of recognition and opportunity, put wind in your talented sails. But now you've got the break, to perform on that mythical stage. The first chance filled spark has ignited, and will hopefully burst into a colourful blazing future. Grasp your chance with your unique determination, seize the opportunity with grit and pride. Achievement is fulfilment, the more you achieve the more you bask in the blissful sunshine of life.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 11:45 AM UTC
Achievement
If Success was Happiness Then achievers would be glad But look around and you will find That many of them are sad Of course, Achievement gives joy And excitement, oh boy! But when our need becomes our greed To misery, this will lead The whole world is chasing Success Everyone wants achievement Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose There is no Contentment Why do people want to succeed? Why is everyone in a race? The Truth is that we want to win So that there is a smile on our face But though we win, we are not glad We have money, why are we sad? Happiness is not money, the sages said It's sleeping soundly when you are in bed We hear of suicides in the homes of the rich If they were Happy, then why this glitch? Although they are achievers, this fact we know They are not Happy, their face has no glow If successful, but unhappy, what is the use? Winning or smiling, what would you choose? The purpose of Success is for us to be glad What is the use of winning, if it makes us sad? Happiness is something different, we learn Not just money that we earn and burn Happiness is built on a foundation of peace Then we are blissful like waves in the seas Look around at the people who are glad They live in the moment, they are never sad They don't swing from the future to the past They are the ones whose Happiness lasts Happiness has no price tag, know this my friend It's a state of mind where nothing can offend It's being able to smile, and able to laugh Not just trying to raise our Success graph We can't measure joy in dollar and pound Happy is he who peace has found Though we may fly the world around We may be miserable on the ground Success is not Happiness, this Truth we must know We may have everything, what's the use of this show? The truly successful one is he Who lives with smile, laughter, and glee If one is Happy, then one has achieved all One doesn't have to be rich and in fame be tall One can have little, but if content is he Then he can live joyously Achievement gives Happiness, this fact we know But with Fulfilment and Contentment, does Happiness grow One who is Happy, doesn't need to win He has Peace and Joy without committing sin Joy doesn't need a foundation of cash One doesn't have to be rich, to enjoy life's bash Happiness is a simple state of the mind It comes from being loving, it comes from being Kind Happiness is Success. It is achieving life's goal It is being Happy in the heart, Peaceful in the Soul True Happiness is eternal, not just a moment of joy It last's forever, it can’t be destroyed Success is a journey of valleys and peaks Life is a see-saw, there are laughs and squeaks Success, unlike Happiness, doesn't last for long But the truly Happy ones always sing a Happy song So, Success is not Happiness, Happiness is Success You may be an achiever, whose heart is not at rest But though not successful, if Happy you are Then you are an achiever, you are the very best
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 8:26 AM UTC
SUCCESS IS NOT HAPPINESS... HAPPINESS IS SUCCESS
If Success was Happiness Then achievers would be glad But look around and you will find That many of them are sad Of course, Achievement gives joy And excitement, oh boy! But when our need becomes our greed To misery, this will lead The whole world is chasing Success Everyone wants achievement Sometimes we win, sometimes we lose There is no Contentment Why do people want to succeed? Why is everyone in a race? The Truth is that we want to win So that there is a smile on our face But though we win, we are not glad We have money, why are we sad? Happiness is not money, the sages said It's sleeping soundly when you are in bed We hear of suicides in the homes of the rich If they were Happy, then why this glitch? Although they are achievers, this fact we know They are not Happy, their face has no glow If successful, but unhappy, what is the use? Winning or smiling, what would you choose? The purpose of Success is for us to be glad What is the use of winning, if it makes us sad? Happiness is something different, we learn Not just money that we earn and burn Happiness is built on a foundation of peace Then we are blissful like waves in the seas Look around at the people who are glad They live in the moment, they are never sad They don't swing from the future to the past They are the ones whose Happiness lasts Happiness has no price tag, know this my friend It's a state of mind where nothing can offend It's being able to smile, and able to laugh Not just trying to raise our Success graph We can't measure joy in dollar and pound Happy is he who peace has found Though we may fly the world around We may be miserable on the ground Success is not Happiness, this Truth we must know We may have everything, what's the use of this show? The truly successful one is he Who lives with smile, laughter, and glee If one is Happy, then one has achieved all One doesn't have to be rich and in fame be tall One can have little, but if content is he Then he can live joyously Achievement gives Happiness, this fact we know But with Fulfilment and Contentment, does Happiness grow One who is Happy, doesn't need to win He has Peace and Joy without committing sin Joy doesn't need a foundation of cash One doesn't have to be rich, to enjoy life's bash Happiness is a simple state of the mind It comes from being loving, it comes from being Kind Happiness is Success. It is achieving life's goal It is being Happy in the heart, Peaceful in the Soul True Happiness is eternal, not just a moment of joy It last's forever, it can’t be destroyed Success is a journey of valleys and peaks Life is a see-saw, there are laughs and squeaks Success, unlike Happiness, doesn't last for long But the truly Happy ones always sing a Happy song So, Success is not Happiness, Happiness is Success You may be an achiever, whose heart is not at rest But though not successful, if Happy you are Then you are an achiever, you are the very best
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You're a man that is strong And your patience is long. Every work that you had, You worked for it very glad. I can see a man full of determination, A man that always has his contribution Cause i know that, affection, Is always your intention. You showed to us your love That was given to you from heavens above. Your love is very evident That, it is a factor in our every achievement. In every hard times you face, Your emotions doesn't show in place. Even if you doesn't show In our hearts we always know. Just remember that we are here Ears open to hear Hearts open to feel And minds open to deal.
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Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
Papa (Father)
risks 50% hard work and 50% absolute failure.
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Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 10:57 AM UTC
Achievement (One stroke haiku)
Shabash Shābāsh (Hindi: शाबाश, Urdu: شاباش, Punjabi: ਸ਼ਾਬਾਸ਼, Bengali: শাবাশ, Telugu: శబాష్) is a term used in the Indian subcontinent to signal commendation for an achievement, similar in meaning to bravo and kudos. …………………………………………… a poem writ sometimes, oft, snaps back, I was surprising recipient of a commendation in language I knew not the poem spoke well of broken boundaries, between in this instance, Jew and Muslim, capturing a momentary parting of the seaways and walls of misbelief and mischief, normally employed to keep our divisions, parted perpetually I’ve decided to begin to use shabash now, my ‘go to’ word from now on, a small quiet way to say well done it starts with one word, a stretching hand across the face fence, imagining John Lennon’s imagine-world, who lay dying when I was a young father of thirty, me residing less than a mile away from each other little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their pastel colorations flying by in gentle breezes, eager to be grabbed, plucked from the air, tongued and loved so! when I say to you, in the softest spoke, shabash! to all of us, for choosing this path, using your words in every dialect, to spread the imagination of good will 8-4-2019 10:10 am S.I.
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Aug 4, 2019
Aug 4, 2019 at 10:28 AM UTC
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Oct 13, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
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My ascent into adulthood was just that, an ascent. It has come slowly with little consistency and massive amounts of determination, stamina, and a reassuring trust in the universe. But the idea of adulthood has slipped its way into my expanding comfort zone with ease, which I think has come from the preparation I received throughout my childhood. The importance of perseverance and hard work in achieving anything at all was beyond emphasized in the parenting techniques of my immigrant mother and father. They sent the babies straight from their unemployed bellies into the best forms of higher education they could find because My achieving of adulthood was more of just a gradual shift in mentality and perspective that developed into my addiction to change and new experiences, distaste for dependence, and denial of my previous nostalgic tendencies. With more maturity also came a more logical understanding of the world around me. The more I understood the working ways of my surroundings, physical and psychological, the better I could feel my drive to achieve. The achievement I sought was not economic or career oriented in any aspect. It was based off of my ceaseless search for something new or for the rad or for the gnar or for swagger or for living a life that could inspire a minimum of 3 people including myself. The seed of this search was planted in me during my childhood by my five older siblings who all held within their bellies a fire of the same breed.
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Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
adulthood-start bad
Dimension beginning of vile ****** exposed, And the Emperor has no clothes, While helplessly strut a mighty walk without a shame. Course of history repeating itself, Like the flow of water meeting in the river of streams, But recycle through the clouds and back to the ground it flows. Are we so blinded by the glimmer of the mirage of oasis in the desert, We toast with sands of dune to quench our thirst of our plight, And all is but a fickling light ducktaped by words of unintelligible muddled murmur? This is truly the flawed design of our time, When we no longer promote arts and crafts of philosophies, And religious cults of zealots condemned the science and Academia by berating it's achievement. Likes of ancient times of Agora and the height of it's human enlightenment, There are forces of deconstruction of society of choas ensued by hateful fear mongers, And systematic inward of national fevor of berserkers leveling progress. Maybe another dark age is inevitable, But little seed of hope I feel tangible, And sometimes event maybe a phoenix.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
Flight of the Phoenix
A little boy Neat white shirt ironed to perfection A monster truck plastered on the front Denim jeans, fitting his skinny waist just right Innovative Imaginative He loves creating new things Making plain old cardboard into the next best thing He gets his crayons Sharpies and all And runs to his room All excited on his new project, his new creation One piece of cardboard after the other Rectangles flying everywhere Coloring what looks like door handles onto cardboard? The vision isn’t clear, yet it will come together soon. He works quickly With a due date set in mind Full of ambition The vision isn’t clear, yet it will come together soon. He finishes his new achievement Smiling happily at his new jumble of handiwork Glued together precisely The vision isn’t clear, yet it will come together soon. He attaches the different shapes to himself Straps glued to the cardboard It seems he’s wearing armor With doorknobs and wood grain painted on it with pure artistry He hears someone come in the front door His smile turns to panic He quickly cleans up the supplies Throwing things around the room anywhere they fit He runs to the corner of his room He quickly pulls the “armor” close to him As he sits in the fetal position His armor becomes a small dresser that looks as if it was made for clothes The father bursts into the room With rage spelled out on his forehead The boy hides brilliantly afraid of the wrath to come The father looks around the room carefully *Come out Come out Wherever you are The next time I see you I’ll give you more bruises than last week altogether* He closes the door with a loud slam The boy unfolds his creation, a simple dresser Who knew that a young boy’s imagination Would protect him from all of the horror and pain usually unleashed on him
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May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Art Project
A little boy Neat white shirt ironed to perfection A monster truck plastered on the front Denim jeans, fitting his skinny waist just right Innovative Imaginative He loves creating new things Making plain old cardboard into the next best thing He gets his crayons Sharpies and all And runs to his room All excited on his new project, his new creation One piece of cardboard after the other Rectangles flying everywhere Coloring what looks like door handles onto cardboard? The vision isn’t clear, yet it will come together soon. He works quickly With a due date set in mind Full of ambition The vision isn’t clear, yet it will come together soon. He finishes his new achievement Smiling happily at his new jumble of handiwork Glued together precisely The vision isn’t clear, yet it will come together soon. He attaches the different shapes to himself Straps glued to the cardboard It seems he’s wearing armor With doorknobs and wood grain painted on it with pure artistry He hears someone come in the front door His smile turns to panic He quickly cleans up the supplies Throwing things around the room anywhere they fit He runs to the corner of his room He quickly pulls the “armor” close to him As he sits in the fetal position His armor becomes a small dresser that looks as if it was made for clothes The father bursts into the room With rage spelled out on his forehead The boy hides brilliantly afraid of the wrath to come The father looks around the room carefully *Come out Come out Wherever you are The next time I see you I’ll give you more bruises than last week altogether* He closes the door with a loud slam The boy unfolds his creation, a simple dresser Who knew that a young boy’s imagination Would protect him from all of the horror and pain usually unleashed on him
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Perfection was never an achievement, it was always a goal.
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Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC
perfection (10W)
The Alexandrians were gathered to see Cleopatra's children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first time they lead out to the Gymnasium, there to proclaim kings, in front of the grand assembly of the soldiers. Alexander -- they named him king of Armenia, Media, and the Parthians. Ptolemy -- they named him king of Cilicia, Syria, and Phoenicia. Caesarion stood more to the front, dressed in rose-colored silk, on his breast a bouquet of hyacinths, his belt a double row of sapphires and amethysts, his shoes fastened with white ribbons embroidered with rose pearls. Him they named more than the younger ones, him they named King of Kings. The Alexandrians of course understood that those were theatrical words. But the day was warm and poetic, the sky was a light azure, the Alexandrian Gymnasium was a triumphant achievement of art, the opulence of the courtiers was extraordinary, Caesarion was full of grace and beauty (son of Cleopatra, blood of the Lagidae); and the Alexandrians rushed to the ceremony, and got enthusiastic, and cheered in greek, and egyptian, and some in hebrew, enchanted by the beautiful spectacle -- although they full well knew what all these were worth, what hollow words these kingships were.
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A shark afebrile acceded deep in shallows there his teeth lasted with anticipation of her bay was akin to high jinks as his floridity was aghast with achievement that caught her so nobly again.
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
A Shark
United ***** College Fund Continuing education in never being outdone A mind can take you far providing you have the education supplying the fundamental tools Intellect with the approach to define Knowledge in resolutions to find Education be ongoing doesn’t need to end It’s a matter of affordability with an organization that says can Having the opportunity with acceleration on when Achieve is a form of excel It’s tomorrow being our young people to tell United ***** College Fund who has education to sell College education being everyone’s given right The thirst for knowledge with understanding in plain sight It’s a solid learning foundation A word having an expression A sentence being the given promise The paragraph forming the success The College Graduate who can contest Presentation illustrating achievement It was the college education where knowledge was gained United ***** College Fund wants this to remain The aim to inspire continuing thinking minds Achieve beyond and turn into wonder “An educated mind is too precious to lose, but continued learning and not be confused” Support the United ***** College Fund anyway you can Put soar in education for our young people to explore, and turn from neglect which is an element of ignore.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
THIRST FOR CONTINUED EDUCATION INTO KNOWLEDGE
Did I notice little birds early in the morning, Flying and hopping, chirping and tweeting.. Different families of birds chirping.. Brown, yellow chested, black with long tail and orange beak, house sparrow too, Hens and cock's crow too... All are busy talking Do they ever listen too?? ** As a child I remember, ** I Came back from school and twittered about my day, Each evening my family sat around each other, And all had to speak at once, None of us there were listeners.. So what one could hear was lots of twitterati.. My mom just said hmm and hmm.. Never really heard my endless stories.. My brother was gem... He always heard.. Don't know how much.. Though Each sentence of mine ended on .. Is it not bro?... And yes said he always..! From those carefree twittering to this day, Life has moved so much.. ** Life always moves, one always grow, From constant chatter to a deep silence. And so ** I wonder do birds ever become silent.. From Cuckoo to Wisdomed Owl From experienced Eagle to the chirping house sparrow.. Do they too grow silent when old?? The early morning chirping, Is it from young birds?? Are the old one just saying hmmm Are they listening ? Or are they talking? Ever wondered what happens in birds world?? ** Though nothing much changed now in my house.. ** We still speak at the same time We hardly have ear for other's stories.. But now we don't speak our heart out.. We are not those chirping type anymore, We speak about our performance, We speak about our achievement We speak about the praises we receive.. We give our Wisdom, We give our advice.. ** But we hardly speak about ourselves.. ** Sometimes, I still long to be that child again.. Twittering my tongue constantly.. Till my mother yells "Shhh! keep quiet" And my brother says.. I am listening.. you say..!!! ** Alas, life moves on, life always make one grow.. ** Sparkle in Wisdom
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Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
Chirping
Did I notice little birds early in the morning, Flying and hopping, chirping and tweeting.. Different families of birds chirping.. Brown, yellow chested, black with long tail and orange beak, house sparrow too, Hens and cock's crow too... All are busy talking Do they ever listen too?? ** As a child I remember, ** I Came back from school and twittered about my day, Each evening my family sat around each other, And all had to speak at once, None of us there were listeners.. So what one could hear was lots of twitterati.. My mom just said hmm and hmm.. Never really heard my endless stories.. My brother was gem... He always heard.. Don't know how much.. Though Each sentence of mine ended on .. Is it not bro?... And yes said he always..! From those carefree twittering to this day, Life has moved so much.. ** Life always moves, one always grow, From constant chatter to a deep silence. And so ** I wonder do birds ever become silent.. From Cuckoo to Wisdomed Owl From experienced Eagle to the chirping house sparrow.. Do they too grow silent when old?? The early morning chirping, Is it from young birds?? Are the old one just saying hmmm Are they listening ? Or are they talking? Ever wondered what happens in birds world?? ** Though nothing much changed now in my house.. ** We still speak at the same time We hardly have ear for other's stories.. But now we don't speak our heart out.. We are not those chirping type anymore, We speak about our performance, We speak about our achievement We speak about the praises we receive.. We give our Wisdom, We give our advice.. ** But we hardly speak about ourselves.. ** Sometimes, I still long to be that child again.. Twittering my tongue constantly.. Till my mother yells "Shhh! keep quiet" And my brother says.. I am listening.. you say..!!! ** Alas, life moves on, life always make one grow.. ** Sparkle in Wisdom
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Overrated ******** cheap bitter whine out of mouths of overworked undereducated individuals searching for achievement Family nosing into business of other family they don't even speak to but need to know who's better off or worse off so most keep in touch for fake reasons Friends claiming to be friends even though Bobby slept with Joe's sister Kim when Kim had a baby by Bobby's cousin Jim who's sister beat the *** of that ***** Karley for sharing a photo they were in In a relationship today because you love to watch the haters hate but make 27 statuses about how ****** ain't **** and how you're 3 months late Hypocritical comments followed by one hundred twenty seven likes attached to a photo of a kid that died thirteen years ago twice but to send a prayer or save a life all you have to do is click LIKE. I hardly remember the world before I wonder what the world will be after Facebook[.]
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Facebook[.]
The perfectionist loves to hear his voice, He is the respected critic inside, He is the learned one, The educated and the educator. A beautiful constructor, The finishing touch To the artist's hand. The voice is always a partner, He will always be there to help The artist, comfort is taken in his ability. The artist needn't forget, There are many voices on the side, Awaiting for their time to speak, Each one has its time, All varying in their patience and duration. The artist sees what he hasn't before: The voice of support; the voice of love; the voice of decision; and the voice of passion. There is always time to contemplate his flaws And he wants to reassure himself: Perfection is not a demand, but a quest, One of beauty and one of joy. Perfection is the beauty in imperfection. The pursuit of achievement is one to relish, it is not to be rushed or Ceased, it is a running walk, a walking run, a sitting stand, a moving still. It is every step he has made. The artist looks behind and sees His effort, he is proud to have experienced His triumphs and his trauma The voice of comfort will be there all the way, She is a gentle quieter spirit that deserves as much an ear. When all voices have calmed and subsided, Her tenderness remains. I remind the artist of his friends, I remind him that the critical voice is the voice of nature, The physical laws unchanged. He is the driving force to stasis and movement in the age worry and indecision. "Do not be overwhelmed" I say to the artist, You are one of many. You are with friends. The voice of change encourages the artist to evolve and to smile, The voice of happiness allows peaceful living and awareness. The tiger belongs to nature, not to be feared, but to be respected and understood. Do not despair, do not relinquish hope, Hope is the shining beacon in a world of anguish. Hope is the angel shining her torch ever so bright. Hope is the window that allows pain and suffering to see the light of day , Hope allows oneness. The artist moves his brush: an effortless stroke, A flicker of joy, A tear in his eye. He once was old, Now is young. He learns to enjoy The work he has done, He can now enjoy the work he does, He is enjoying the work he is doing. He enjoys his life. The state of mind, it is a fickle hatchling. Able to be pursued and persuaded, also able to be liberated. The artist is free, His thoughts can pass, His fear will subside, His body can move, His heart will follow And the mind will allow. Spirit be set free, Bird do fly, Artist do paint, You, You are. Peace within oneself is peace with others. The artist is brave, he is a soul that stands tall in the face of adversity, He is a sleepless enigma in his room at night, He is the passionate one, The artist and his love affair with the critic outshines his charisma, The love for the sophisticated darkness, His love for the melodrama, His quest for knowledge, Perhaps the only knowledge is Ignorance. Blissful unawareness.
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
Internal outfit, worn conciousness
The perfectionist loves to hear his voice, He is the respected critic inside, He is the learned one, The educated and the educator. A beautiful constructor, The finishing touch To the artist's hand. The voice is always a partner, He will always be there to help The artist, comfort is taken in his ability. The artist needn't forget, There are many voices on the side, Awaiting for their time to speak, Each one has its time, All varying in their patience and duration. The artist sees what he hasn't before: The voice of support; the voice of love; the voice of decision; and the voice of passion. There is always time to contemplate his flaws And he wants to reassure himself: Perfection is not a demand, but a quest, One of beauty and one of joy. Perfection is the beauty in imperfection. The pursuit of achievement is one to relish, it is not to be rushed or Ceased, it is a running walk, a walking run, a sitting stand, a moving still. It is every step he has made. The artist looks behind and sees His effort, he is proud to have experienced His triumphs and his trauma The voice of comfort will be there all the way, She is a gentle quieter spirit that deserves as much an ear. When all voices have calmed and subsided, Her tenderness remains. I remind the artist of his friends, I remind him that the critical voice is the voice of nature, The physical laws unchanged. He is the driving force to stasis and movement in the age worry and indecision. "Do not be overwhelmed" I say to the artist, You are one of many. You are with friends. The voice of change encourages the artist to evolve and to smile, The voice of happiness allows peaceful living and awareness. The tiger belongs to nature, not to be feared, but to be respected and understood. Do not despair, do not relinquish hope, Hope is the shining beacon in a world of anguish. Hope is the angel shining her torch ever so bright. Hope is the window that allows pain and suffering to see the light of day , Hope allows oneness. The artist moves his brush: an effortless stroke, A flicker of joy, A tear in his eye. He once was old, Now is young. He learns to enjoy The work he has done, He can now enjoy the work he does, He is enjoying the work he is doing. He enjoys his life. The state of mind, it is a fickle hatchling. Able to be pursued and persuaded, also able to be liberated. The artist is free, His thoughts can pass, His fear will subside, His body can move, His heart will follow And the mind will allow. Spirit be set free, Bird do fly, Artist do paint, You, You are. Peace within oneself is peace with others. The artist is brave, he is a soul that stands tall in the face of adversity, He is a sleepless enigma in his room at night, He is the passionate one, The artist and his love affair with the critic outshines his charisma, The love for the sophisticated darkness, His love for the melodrama, His quest for knowledge, Perhaps the only knowledge is Ignorance. Blissful unawareness.
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Life is a about striving, Life is about diving, In, Life is about setting goals, Without the penalty Kick, But did you ever, Lend a hand to a stranger, Not thinking about the interest Rate, Do you have friends you can call, At 2 am, without telling what the reason Is? So you have a career in medicine, Respected by peers, Admired by juniors, But to get there, were your sacrifices worth it, Did you find a loved one? Yes you did, But did you find a soul mate, You drive a big car, Live in a big house, But do you have a heart to match it? Dress up, put on the make up, Wear only designer, But can you stare in your own eyes, Wake up everyday, What a perfect life, Ask yourself what did you really Achieve*
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Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
Achievement
Inspiring Needle, pierce his fresh Leather, Inscribing Earth's Totem into his Birth Mum was Happy; What else could be better For such Achievement as well as your Worth So what if you Ascend?! Can you improvise Those Loyal Customers who bought your Face? Good Lord! Just on the lower-arm-set's Tripe, Crypted to prevent another Disgrace Envy? Me? Please! Not on my Word's Best Site Will I even Dare to take such Sour Note As I once reminded myself in-spite For every Storm there is a Shred of Hope. Three Figures picturesqued on certain Price That Midnomer then showed his Biggest Size.
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Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - TWO - TOM DALEY
'If you are fat then what am I?' No you are mistaken I do not see others as measurements that is something I hold to myself I need to loose weight for the achievement for control for me to feel mentally stable I need not hear about how 'it's not attractive to be that thin' because I don't give a ****
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
shut the **** up