Palas Kumar Ray Mar 2010

No harm in aspiring for becoming the best
No harm in dreaming surpassing all the rest
Only we need understand the realities as well
that results, whatsoever be the field we are in
comes after a long struggle and sincere efforts.
Merit cannot substitute hard labor and sincerity
though later alone can show the road of prosperity.

Dominique Guzman Dec 2013

It can be anyone
Trying their best
At anytime
At anyplace
Striving for excellence

Melissa Fayard Oct 2014

It's hard when you use to feel way at the top
Like you would never stop
Every one telling you how good you've done
Making you feel like you were number one
But in the blink of an eye you go from one to done
zero, zip, nada, none
You thought you'd never fail the ones you loved
But we all make mistakes
Like breakups and makeups
Sometimes it may be better to just give up
But how many mess up will it take you to realize your done
Never being number one.

Challenges and competition notified.
Every step codified.
Tears and sweat pacified.
Achievements and advancement glorified.
Regression and depression terrified.
Muscles and struggle verified.
Foes and conspirators mortified.
Plans of progress and purpose sanctified.
Grace and the Goodness of God testified.
Sweet pleasures of life.
Trials, Torment and Torture.
Eulogies and Elegies of visible characters.
Promising and decisive.
No conflicts, No dilemma.

Megan H Aug 2014

You see,
The thing is,
I'm standing on an abandoned road
That goes two directions.
I can only choose to go one way
Because the distances are so far.
I need to find my direction
And go that way.
But,
I have no car
No bike.
I must walk.

You have to work for the things you want.
Caroline B Nov 2012

A penny sits in the middle of my hand.
Vaguely warm and slightly worn
But still shining brightly.
On one side you see the current residence of
The late Abraham Lincoln.
On the other you see the man himself
Facing to the right
As if watching for assassins.
I roll it around in my palm,
The rough edges scraping past my
Calloused hands.
I can almost hear it sigh
With relief as I put it back
Down again.

Holding on to the
product of hard work as if
it will ever leave.

Never relent to reach your dreams
never fall at the first fence
be brave and fight on
think everyone not your enemy

Stand fast and never yield
be strong for the time of deliverance
be a child of the stars so vast
with hard work and perseverance

Go by the beat of the drum
know that enlightenment is within you
be as we, stride on freely
for I truly believe that you can really do

(Poem For Larna Kira Kourtis)

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Not-So-Superman Mar 2014

Being a star is hard work.

As I shine all through the night,
keeping up my brilliant light,
and struggling to be a pleasant sight.

I realize,

there are so many others
that are
alight.

Being a star, is hard work.

Don't we have legislation to protect our poetry
It is unthinkable for our hard creative work to be abused for someone else's pleasure, surely there is something that we poets can all do.
To safe guard our property.
Let's get Eliot the site manager to put something now in place.

It is unthinkable for a person just to come along and steal your creative poem. And post it up worst still publish it as their own ..
Ian Woods Jun 2015

I worked like a berserker
All day and through the night
and took on extra workers
While I tried to make it right

Finances were reduced
And try as hard as I might
It sagged and remained defiantly loose
When I wanted and needed it tight

I did everything that I could do
put  up a hell of a fight
But then I flushed it down the loo
Because that’s what you do with your shite.

General Specifics. Specific standpoints distilled for general use. Apply liberally to the affected area. If symptoms persist, consult your doctor.
pascal Oct 2012

im tired of supporting this economy with my wealth and greed
i've barely had a chance to consume this world
i've barely had a chance to breathe
yet im stuck under this rock
somehow i've become so sedated
numb to real life
numb to the very touch
raging with fire spewing out of every hole in my body
i pick up with slack for everyone
get nothing, get nothing
get not a god damned thing in return
my thoughts are mice; quiet, nimble, and unwanted
i take care of this store like a child, wellfed and nurtured
but its a ton to cary when no one aknoledges what they do
take care of the front, take care of the back
take care of the front, take care of the back
i dont want to be here and of course im picking up the slack
i dont want to be here and of course im picking up the slack, no questions asked
too young in mind
too old in spirit
im living off of pure fumes of instinct now

my girl’s tall with hard long eyes
as she stands,with her long hard hands keeping
silence on her dress,good for sleeping
is her long hard body filled with surprise
like a white shocking wire, when she smiles
a hard long smile it sometimes makes
gaily go clean through me tickling aches,
and the weak noise of her eyes easily files
my impatience to an edge—my girl’s tall
and taut, with thin legs just like a vine
that’s spent all of its life on a garden-wall,
and is going to die.  When we grimly go to bed
with these legs she begins to heave and twine
about me,and to kiss my face and head.

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