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Greyson Fay Jun 2015
Life's just a bottle of embarrassment with a lemon of succes.
MultiBami-mix Jun 2015
On the ground,
I keep an eye on the world,
the world of flowers,
I've seen succes like the Amaryllis,
the sweet sense of the Apple Blossom,
the desire of Camellia's passion,
and the forgiveness of the daffodil,
So many flowers in this world,
SO many possibilities
feels like a garden,
but something bothers me,
deep inside of me
something I always wonder,
watashi no hana wa doko desuka?
Where is my flower?
After I made the second one.. I wanted to try a serious one. I wasn't sure to post this, because of my poor grammars.

Let me hear what your thought is about my poem. I want to improve my poems in the future with the feedback I know! ^^
To the person who spends 6 days a week at work,
5 days filled with exercise,
4 days surrounded by friends,
3 days at school
2 days working on yourself and
1 day to relax and play soccer.
Life is to short to be short of time for yourself.
You lack the sympathy from others so you can't even think about what you want for yourself.  You need to realize all this hard work is getting you minimum wage, lack of friends and a lack of you.
If you were to look in a mirror, would you see succes painted across your forehead, or would you see a blank slate smothered across your face. Your eyes have become blackened with other peoples succes as you watch them stomp in front of you. Your heart has become cold like the moonlight you use to see before you became a "Hard worker".  Look through your problems and reconstruct. Mold your future into something you remembered brought you joy, and don't become the person you are now.
In order to be succesful you must be a fool…

Thats the worse advise you can get ever..
I am so hurt after i got an advise like that…

Maybe i dont get the message right, help.
Being stupid means letting other people oppress you to get succesful,
I stil dont get it…

Steve Biko ” THEY HAVE TAKEN A BRIEF LOOK AT WHAT IS, AND HAVE DIAGNOSED THE PROBLEM INCORRECTLY. THEY HAVE ALMOST COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT THE SIDE EFFECTS AND HAVE NOT EVEN CONSIDERED THE ROOT CAUSE. HENCE WHATEVER IS IMPROVISED AS A REMEDY WILL HARDLY CURE THE CONDITION.” From I write what i like the chapter We blacks…

The sad part is even after 19years of democratic freedom in South Africa, some people wont change the State of mind about racial oppression it stil exist especially more in work plaće enviroment…

For someone who grew up Free, born Free generation stil put the whites superior and continue worshiping them to be superior than the other fellow nlack brothers grow up…

I am a fighter, i refuse to sell my soul to please fellow White brothers for favours of better treatment because of my dark Colored skin…

Its a sign, with the more knowledge i am equiping My self with for better and my space of democratic freedom and rights, i will succed in life…

For all the previously disadvantaged people they went through some tough time and cruel struggle…
For instance the “72 Hour Clause. A clause in apartheid regulations which controlled the movement of African from one district to another.”

Those people struggled but they fought dor equality. Now that we have equality you stil wanna plaese a fellow White brother with all the previllages you have.

I my self i know that through struggle that i encounter in life i learn more on survival and live to tell a story…

Im dissapointed already about some of the side effect of the past but im not ackwoledging racial discrimination nor even allow it to happen infront of me with a mute sense…

Can’t you see the light!
Its sign…
For all the unprevillaged people the is no succes without a struggle…

From the struggle you learn how to survive and live to tell a story…

Don’t water a thorn tree and expect an apple…
Hugo A Sep 2012
Winter winds have come and gone
Empty nests await the return
Of new yolk to settle in
Under warmth of northern feathers
Innocent cries seeking moist crumbs
Filled with love and sacrifice
Born not learned, actions not words
Fly one time, fear not fall
Look ahead to brand new skies
Fly again more strength each try
Now alone but returns
Continued growth under guidance
Mistakes will happen, scars arise
Health cannot develop without
ills of stumbles, succes not full
On to a new branch not far
From where youth was left behind
For now, empty remains atop a tree
Cold and hollow among the winds
That silence the songs of love and joy
Celebrate now, rejoice then
It is a home expecting to fill
The void of this chilly season
And when the sun is bright and smiles
It is assured to see the birth
As success comes flying in
Guy Braddock Dec 2013
Jack ropes and merriopes
In solicitous rhyme in fer derilious velope
envy implicitous insectuaryan harridannous
Ensole brodequins forbearing to lace
Trace elements of that remaining empoisonous

For failure interred
Is succes disinterred? And if so, form where?
Where derinferred strands failure unerred
By error masked muscovado coloured Breadth
Pneumonic, perhaps caustically mate
Aerial’d on the glib side of acoustical elimination
Veritable under pooh stick discrimination

Matte clouds of drab depression ove in
An area of low pressure
According to yon hypothalamic forecaster. Core has ter
Fail lently viola lapidavitious stretch so she as
fer ter rousse fer ter kamuskova. An epic
Scribbled on der calen.

Sole of brevity then being approximately an inch and a
Bit minus that
Torrent all yendergelpin cleaving
The very schism wit! It cynicism
Be as may be a pea, no spelling bee entrusted
Where? In there? In that jumble of line?
Barely knows his lime from his rhyme, or indeed
Lime from lime.
He’s just trying to fill up that calendrous space
And make some sense of it.
Daan May 2014
I scared her away from me, intense
feelings, she can not understand I do.
A person searching, climbing on to
and holding tight, when he can not sense,
the words are mumbled, the fear gets
immensely strong, don't flee, stay
for just one other song. We say
it all will be okay. Once she lets
her passion flow, the fear will fade,
folded up and poured into a form,
made,
printed paper, still warm.
Dots connected, fears neglected,
succes.
Exhale Your Mind Jun 2015
I was told i wasn't smart enough.
I was told that i wouldn't achieve anything.
But here i am, standing on a stage. Undressed by all my imperfections
With emotional nakedness in front of the mic.
Covered in fear, but driven by courage.

We've all been told something negative.
However our necessity to survive these discouragements should keep our dreams alive.
We should follow our happiness like footsteps in a minefield.
And let succes exist through the art that we create.
Joe Thompson Apr 2018
If you should come upon a painting by Mark Rothko in a museum -
I'll assume you are not one of those billionaires who has one hanging on the dining room wall, or hidden away in a secret room behind the bookcase -
but either way, do not just look at the painting or you will see nothing.
Well, except color. You will see color. Rothko loved color.

But wait a while and you will begin to hear it whisper its secrets:
How lives are layered upon lives;
how painful sacrifices
get buried beneath petty ambitions and lies
and joys and succes as well-
oh, and perhaps another layer or two of color.

Each generation scrapes the parchment clean
and blithely scribes new marks on its surface -
confident that they will not forget the lessons
that seem so absurdly obvious.

Empires disappear beneath overgrown vines
and dieties who, drunk on the blood of virgins
would feast on the hearts of conquered warrors
but now shuffle past each other
with oblivious nods, grousing about the food,
wait for the day someone remembers their names.

Listen and perhaps you will learn
how every layer of life is a forgotten secret
discernable only by its subtle influence
on the layers that are built up above it.

If not. There is always the color. Rothko loved color.
Maja Klit Feb 2016
De er indspiste som selvpillede rejer
Elsker konkurrenten som de hader sig selv
Katalysatoren for deres eksistens
er udelukkelsen af andre eksistentialister

Laver en kollektiv udskillelse
når de bruger mainstreamkulturen som værktøj til succes
Deres skjulte agendaer er ikke for blotte øjne
selvom flokdyrsinstinkterne sitrer gennem deres røde skæl.

Påtaget inkompetente sociale kompetencer
smalltalk er for de prætentiøse
De kløgtige rejer vil ikke undervurderes
for fiskenettene undslipper de altid
Mousamous Apr 2017
I see the sun everyday,
but I never see who created it.
I see the people everyday,
but I never see honest on them.
I see the succes people everytime,
but I can't see who behind them.
I see the human everytime,
But I can't see humanity.
I see Animal Everytime,
but the people act like animal.
Get away from your rush,
Get closer to your God.
Assalamualaikum
Walaikumussalam
nvinn fonia Jun 2022
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love it love it love it
Daan Feb 2020
Easily defined, discussed
and generally seen as a must
have in a just halve your sleep
time, sheep-swine, expensive house
but cheap wine, mentality
community.

We chase and run and chase some more,
like the humans did food
years and years before.

When we are fed and healthy,
enough is never quite enough,
succes, just very stealthily,
seperates the weaklings from the tough.
At least that's the general consensus.

why do we need/want to be succesful?
Is that the only meaningful thing left?
Nik Bland Feb 2013
Underlying all the confidence and succes there's a longing that I've known of for some time
Looking earnestly inside herself behind courage I can see the concern within her eyes
Who will guide the girl who's reached such destinations as so few have in her span of life
Who can tell her where to find such a thing as love and therin lift all the underlying strife

Did you know that she runs quickly simply because she feels as if she might get away
Burying her being within herself in hopes that someday the wishes just might fade
Looking at tomorrow as not just another day, but a possibility that she might rise
All these things and more I find I realize whenever I stare into Sarah's eyes

Whispering while screaming, you may never know of the sudden turmoil that lies within her mind
Whirring through the days and nights that she's lived through, trying to not leave a detail behind
For in the faces and the people that wear them, he may shine within her memory one day
The one tales promised that would come into her life, bringing the colors out the underlying gray

Somewhere inside she will find that she is more than she gives credit for, though it won't be tonight
And you'll see confidence and a smile, within it a prayer that she will be alright
As I pass her by, I'll find inside a glimpse I am remembered as a possibility
For Sarah asks not for a name or a story, but on things that she hope might transpire to be
Jeg undertrykker følelsen af
at ville svømme -
styrte, dykke og falde.
Alle tre på én gang.

Følelsen af at vakle mellem
Succes og fiasko
At blive forrådt og stukket i ryggen
Langsom smerte
-
med hundrede kilometer i timen.

Ideen om at blive liggende og
aldrig være i stand til at rejse sig.
Angst og tømmermænd,
i en helvedes cocktail.

At vide med sikkerhed at
tanker kan dræbe,
hvis de råber højt nok.

   Følelsen om aldrig at kunne lykkedes.
At ikke engang præcision -
gør perfektion.
Det eneste vi stræber efter.

At vi alle er engle med stækkede vinger -
holdt nede af fysikkens love –
nye højder kan vi kun drømme om.

At giraffer umuligt findes
og at ord som forståelse
og tilgivelse
Blot er ord.
-
Men hvad? Det er jo bare tanker.
Dark Delusion Aug 2017
Everytime I try to think of someone else,
Everything just blurs and goes blank for a long time.
I’m beginning to lose my mind because of you.
You're driving my whole world insane.

You bought my heart for a thousand smiles.
You never left me to be forgotten.
I gave you my body, my everything.
And now you stole my mind.

I’m sticking needles inside my skin,
Just to forget you.
The nightmares are pretending to be you,
Pulling me deeper down.

The illusions, hallucinations.
They exist because of you,
Never leaving me alone.
Always drugging me,
Making me eager for your love.

They’re drinking my soul,
Feeding off of my negativity.
Pressuring me to think more,
Making me the petty victim here.

They’re forcing me to drink,
They’re getting me drunk from my habits.
They’re making homemade guilt,
Forcing it down my throat.

Making me delusional,
I can't see through right and wrong.
They want me to believe I did it,
And they know they’re gonna succes.

They’re inflicting damage to my reality,
They’re brainwashing me, ******* everything out.
They change me, they’ve changed me.
They’ve destroyed me.

You’re my only desire for freedom,
You’re my opportunity to get away from it all.
You’re the only one I would remember,
If my life should disappear.

I’m only a doll, a machine for a greedy heart.
I’m ill, im psychotic.
I see things, I hear things.
And I know it, but i still believe every single thing.

I never did see the murderous intent
Of the expression in my eyes.
I avoided mirrors to flee from the sickening thoughts.
But things stand clearer now.

You wanted to walk away,
So I caught you.
And broke open your body,
To devour your life. I wanted you all to myself,
I wanted to treasure you forever.

I exist because of you,
And now I endure responsibilities of my crazy mistake.
Nothing’s false, nothing’s true.
They’ve taken everything there is to take.
nothing's Amiss Sep 2015
Still, still, in the silent revelation
of an undiscovered thought,
violent by nature
tempestuous
undertones of gradient succes
mindless tests,
confrontational mess

still the new leaf, lovers in the light of
fright,
the night with milky shades of sight,
sound as still, still, like the silent revelation
of an undiscovered thought

wake to still
calm thy head
the cavities of
unrest,
numbness at best
mess, of mind
tangled thread
much, too much
mild mannered
maneuvers, meek,
passive and complacent
stuck in the basement of
forward moving stagnant
lowly, little steps
descending, ascent pending
for a revolution
jacket too stiff,
no peace from
pollution,
human heart pollution
grey faced institutions,
failure soup,
smooth money,
compelling sandwhich
of gold-toothed grannys
insanity,
death’s locker a
spray painted
noir
and n’er to do better
than sell, sell
the well wishers
a lock of lamentable
whiskers,
unshaven unclean
a force of mean
momentary pleasure
of possession,
empty
and quick in succession
your price,
of niceties
is too high for me
eyes red with subtlety
Daan May 2019
Het is nieuw of belangrijk,
speciaal of omvangrijk
dus je bent op van zenuwen,
gestresst. In kluwen van
gedachten, zitten alle antwoorden
al klaar. Doe gewoon je best
en je hebt het voor mekaar.
Het gaat om vertrouwen
in jezelf, je harde werk en
niet om al de rest.
FLUTGEDICHT MAN FOCK!
What is love ?

Love have many meanings.
Love God, family, friends and her/his.

Love God with completed sholah ,
you will get her bless,
for the rest of your life.

Love family with responsiblities,
you will get their bless,
and you will succes in your carier.

Love friends with helping them,
because one day,
if we were in emergency,
they have beside.

lastly,

Love her/his with trust,
you will never dissapointed,
and regret.
Annesofie Olsen Feb 2015
Jager efter det uopnåelige
Jager efter det perfekte
Jager efter succes
Jager efter ?
jeg ved ikke helt
JustChloe Oct 2015
are you happy?
did killing me make your smile?
did the steps you made to succes
with my broken heart
get you where your going?
are you happy?
are you living with love in your heart?
did the moment you left me
fill with joy?
how long do.we have to stay apart?
are you happy?
and if you are
i will **** myself
because that means for 3 years
i kept you depressed
i.made you bulimic
suicidal
and lost instead of found
are you happy?
Because if i made you that depressed when i was trying
how have i hurt the people i didn't strive to fix
are you happy?
Mr Xelle Sep 2014
They will never be royal
And we won't ever be normal.

Cause they look for a title,
And we break all our idols.

Oh the pain of there succes,
Oh the healing of our downs.

Love is a battlefield for them,
Love is our gravity that keeps our feet on the ground.

Keep thy rod and they loose there place,
Anna Dec 2015
men hvordan får jeg succes,
når jeg ikke engang er den bedste
til det jeg er bedst til?
DC raw love Jan 2015
the key to succes may be different for everyone
is it money, a jod, a wife, kids, things you want.

for me and most
it's about taking chances
change in life
reaching for what you think
that you cannot acheive

don't be scared of being let down
thats part of life

always remember
we live life on life's terms
I.
I contemplate nom de plume (a).
The nomenclator (b) pax (c) kiss of peace (d) .
Coddle (e) the dowry (f) , the dowsables (g) pas de deux (h) .
Fill the kyack (i) with tidytips (j) from California , that land lease (k) .
No irrational number (l) , reality two (m) .

Definitions:
(a) non de plume - pen name.

(b) nomenclator - a book containing a ciollection of lists of words or names .

(c) pax - from Latin pax vobis (peace to you) or pax vobiscum (peace with you). A pax is a liturgical object used in the Middle Ages and Renaissance for the Kiss of Peace in the Catholic mass . It began to replace the actual Kiss of Peace in the 13th century .

(d) Kiss of Peace - An ancient traditional Christian greeting.

(e) coddle - treat in an indulgent or overprotective way .

(f) dowry - property or money brought by a bride to her husband on their marriage .

(g) dowsables - obsolete word for sweetheart or lady love .

(h) pas de deux - a dance for two people , typically a man and woman . A duet in ballet.

(i) Kyack - a packsack to be swung on either side of a packsaddle . Two connecting sacks .

(j) tidytips - an annual wildflower native to western North America .

(k) land lease - leasing the land upon which a tenant may own the home but not the land .

(l) irrational number - is a real number that cannot be expressed as a ratio of two integers . A number with an infinite number of digits .

(m) reality two - Jen Oliver Meiert - two realities . One is the physical reality . And the other is psychical reality .


II.
Fatten on krass (a) and farina (b) , fanfaronade (c) , mordancy (d) , honey and beurre noir (e) on toast .
Nothing to ambsace (f) !
The guidon (g) carried by a guidon betraying the one ,
"one's fancy" only to be crushed by a juggernaut (h) . . . promace (i) .


(a) Krass - German for gross or coarse .

(b) Farina - name in the U.S. for milled wheat .

(c) fanfaronade - arrogant or boastful talk .

(d) mordancy - a biting or caustic criticism .

(e) beurre noir - French for black butter .

(f) ambsace - the lowest throw of the dice .
Something worthless or unlucky .

(g) guidon - a pennant typically attached a pole that narrows to a point or fork at the end . A standard for light calvary .

(h) juggernaut - huge and overpowering force .

(i) promace - animal tranquilizer .


III.
Could I quintuplicate (a) the subdebutante (b) becoming tag end (c) ?
Would I cozen (d) the bulblet (e) from the branch Circe (f) ?
The Elaine (g) of long ago evanescent (h) my Hesperus (i) friend .
To Hesperides (j) especially , the Jinni (k), lowball comedy (l) .


(a) quintuplicate - fivefold . To multiply by five .

(b) subdebutante - a girl in her mid teens about to become a debutante .

(c) tag end - the last remaining part of something .

(d) cozen - to trick or deceive . Obtain by deception .

(e) bulblet - small bulb produced on a larger bulb .

(f) Circe - Goddess , nymph , enchantress or sorceress of magic . Daughter of Helios and either Oceania or Hecate . Able to change people into animals with potions or incantations .

(g) Elaine - the women of Arthurian legend who died of unrequited love for Lancelot . From Greek , a girls name meaning "sun's rays or shining light" .

(h) evanescent - soon passing out of sight , memory , or existence . Quickly fading or disappearing .

(i) Hesperus - the planet Venus . Evening star .

(j) Hesperides - legendary garden found at the western extremity of the world that produces golden apples . The nymphs that with the aid of a dragon guard the garden that grows the golden apples .


(k) - Jinni - also Genni . In Arabian and Muslim mythology the intelligent spirit with less ranking than an Angel that can appear in human or animal form for the purpose of possessing humans .

(l) lowball comedy - a deceptively crude comedy with underlying meanings .


IV.
My Maginot Line (a) , my Magen David (b) . . . before you board mae west (c) .
The squirting sea cucumber .
The Sammum Bonum (d) goes .
It's Watch Night (e) like a watch pocket (f) .
Zombism (g) we have digressed (h)
The incunable (i) mickle (j) , the  micawberish (k) pentagram (l)
exposed .


(a) Maginot Line - weaponized concrete fortifications built by France in the 1930's to keep Germany out .

(b) Magan David - originating from Medieval
Arabic literature . A hexagram (overlapping equivalent triangles) that was used as a talisman on protective amulets and was known as the Seal of Solomon . In the 18th century it was adopted by Jewish interest as the Star of David .

(c) Mae West - Personal flotation device (PFD) , life preserver . First inflatable life preserver created by Peter Markas in 1928 .

(d) sammum bonum - Latin . From Rome's greatest orator meaning 'The highest good' . Virtue .

(e) Watchnight - a service also called Watchnight Mass is a late night Christian church service . Held on late New Year's Eve . Also called Freedom's Eve service , a celebration and remembrance of the Emancipation Proclamation (enacted January 1 , 1863) which freed the slaves in the Confederate States during the American Civil War .

(e) watch pocket - extra fifth pocket on the right side of blue jeans made for a size 16 pocket watch .

(f) Zombism - the Kongo and Kimbundu system of religious rites . Characterized by worship of a snake diety during Voodoo rites .

(g) digressed - leave the main subject temporaryly in speech or writing .

(h) incunable - a book , pamphlet , or broadside ( a critical response) printed in Europe before the year 1501 .

(i) mickle - a very large amount .

(j) Micawberish - resembling the character of Wilkins Micawber in the Charles Dickens novel
David Copperfield . Especially optimistic to the point of being irrisponsible .

(k) Pentagram - five pointed star used in ancient Greece  and Bablyonia . Which is used today as a symbol of faith by many Wicans and said to have magical powers and associations .


V.
While the rabalo (a) swims the tropical seas
succes de scandale (b) .
While the Exmoor (c) ponies exert , ****** (d) in-and-out (e) .
And the Langur (f) from Laos
lies lethargic , drinking meadowsweet (g) ale .
The Nereids (h) tease and pase (i) in polyrthym (j) .


(a) Rabalo - common snook or sergeant fish .

(b) succès de scandale - a success due to notoriety or things of a scandalous nature . Public controversy .

(c) Exmoor - an area of hilly open moorland in west Somerset and north Devon in South Wales England named after the river Exe . Ancient royal hunting grounds .

(d) ****** -  Queen of Asgard and wife of Odin . Stepmother of Thor and adoptive mother of Loki .

(e) in-and-out - copulation

(f) Langur - long tailed aboreal monkey with a characteristicly loud call .

(g) meadowsweet - or mead wort is a perennial herb that grows  in damp meadows in Europe used to make medicine .

(h) Nereids - In Greek mythology the Nereids are sea nymphs , daughters of Nercus and Doris and known to be friendly and helpful to sailors .

(i) pase - a maneuver with a cape used in bullfighting meant to get the attention of the bull .

(j) polyrthym - a rthym which makes use of two or more different rthyms simultaneously .



VI .
The enchantress in a jaded jodhpur (a) .
So kitsch (b) with the live stream (c) mouth .
A menu (d) with folded mantis hands , a Nazarene (e) .
An à outrance (f) , an abstraction (g) .
***** envy (h) , reach-me-down (i) , rest house (j) south .
The simoon's (k) coming , simon pure (l) in simony (m) .


(a) Jodhpur - also called riding breeches . Tight fitting trousers that reach the ankles ending in a snug cuff worn primarily for horse riding .

(b) kitsch - German meaning ****** art . Excessively garish or sentimemental art usually considered in bad taste or lowbrow .

(c) live stream - to stream digital data . Data that is delivered continuously and is usually intended for immediate processing or playback .

(d) manu - (Sanskrit) is a term found in Hinduism . In early texts it refers to the first men , (progenitor of humanity) .

(e) Nazarene - native of Nazareth . A member of a group of German painters
working mainly in Rome who from 1809 sought to revive the art of Medieval Germany and early Renaissance Italy .

(f) à outrance - exorbitance .To the limit .

(g) abstraction - freedom from representational art . Dealing with ideas rather than events .

(h) - ***** envy - the supposed coveting  of the male ***** by a young female according to Sigmund Freud .

(i) reach-me-down - second hand clothing

(j) rest house - shelter for travelers especially when there are no hotels available .

(k) simoon - a hot dry dust-laden wind blowing in the desert , especially in Arabia .

(l) simon pure - untainted purity or integrity . Absolute pure , genuine or authentic . Also used negatively as pretentiously or hypocritically pure .

(m) simony - the buying or selling of ecclesiastical privileges . Such as something spiritual . Taken from Simon Magus
(Act 8:18) who endeavored to buy from the Apostles the power of conferring the gifts of the Holy Spirit .



VII .
Come Nisus (a), Lord of misuse.
With your Ibizan (b) hounds
and ewer (c) .
Your ebulient (d) ectomorphic (e)
mentality .
Board a carrack (f) to Chad breastbeating (g).
Put your thoughts on skewer (h) .
While seeking an essoin (i) , flannel-mouthed (j) idyllic (k) .


(a) Nisus - Greek mythology , King of Megara , son of Pandion of Athens . When King Minos of Crete beseiged Megara , Nisus's daughter Scylla fell in love with Minos . She betrayed her city by cutting off her father's purple lock . The purple lock of hair held magical powers if preserved . Nisus was killed and became a sea eagle . Scylla later drowned , said by the hands of Minos and was changed into a sea bird pursued by the sea eagle .

(b) Ibizan hound - named for an island off the coast of Spain . Ancient breed of hounds once kept by the Pharoahs around 3400 B.C.

(c) ewer - a large jug or pitcher with a wide mouth used for carrying water for someone to wash in .

(d) ebulient - cheerful and full of energy . Archaic - of liquid or matter boiling or agitated as if boiling . From Latin ebullire - to bubble out which is the stem of the word Bullire which is the ancestor of the word boil .

(e) ectomorphic - body having a build with little fat or muscle and long limbs .

(f) - Chad - a landlocked country in north central Africa . One of the poorest and most corrupt nations in the world .

(g) breastbeating - a loud emotional expression of remorse , grief , anger , or self recrimination .

(h) Skewer - stick or metal pin used to hold meat .

(i) essoin - old English . An excuse for nonappearance in court .

(j) flannel-mouthed - smooth and persuasive in speech in order to deceive or manipulate .

(k) idyllic - extremely happy , peaceful , or picturesque .



VIII .
Through the eyes of yashmak (a) ,
below the eyes of  yarmulke (b) .
Whey-faced (c) tunneled half-caste (d)  in a white haik (e) .
Genuflection (f) to Baal (g) , Jehovah (h) .
A docudrama (i) , carbunckled (j) .
As the cross hair sweeps
across professed
liturgist (k) .


(a) yashmak - veil concealing all of the face except the eyes . Worn by some Muslim women in public .

(b) yarmulke - a skull cap worn by orthodox Jewish men or during prayer by other Jewish men .

(c) whey-faced - pale , especially as a result of ill health , shock , or fear .

(d) half-caste - a person whose parents are of different races in particular a European father and an Indian mother .

(e) Haik - a large outer garment or wrap typically white and worn by people from North Africa's Maghreb region .


(f) genuflection - lowering of one's body briefly by bending one knee to the ground . Typically in worship or as as sign of respect .

(g) Baal - was a title honorific meaning "owner" , "Lord" in the Northwest Semitic languages spoken in the Levant during antiquity . From its use among people it became to be applied to Gods of fertility , weather , rain , wind , lightning , seasons , war , and patron of sailors .

(h) Jehovah - a form of the Hebrew name  of God . Means  "I am that I am" or "I am the one who is".

(i) docudrama - a dramatized TV movie based on real life events .

(j) carbunckled - to make painful , sore , or irritated .

(k) liturgist - one who practices liturgy . A form to which public religious worship is conducted . In ancient Greece a public office or duty performed voluntaryly by a rich Athenian .
Daan Jun 2019
Het succes ligt voor de hand,
Is bijna niet meer te ontwijken.
Iedereen lijkt van een andere kant
Steeds hetzelfde te bereiken

Zij heeft een diploma, een huisje
En een baan. Ze viert dat als een luisje,
Lijkt maar half te bestaan.
Als ik klaar ben met studeren,
Kraait dan diezelfde haan?
Zullen anderen mij eren
Of is voldoening slechts een waan.
Ik zal het maar proberen
Anders is er niet veel aan
Je moet ergens voor kunnen leven,
dus kies ik voor elke volgende kus
Die jij mij misschien zou willen geven.
Het is allemaal niet zo vanzelfsprekend als het lijkt
Daan Jan 2017
Temporary friends, travelling in the same
direction, seated on the floor of a train
that did not pass inspection, heated
in arguments, chilled by the outdoors
but thrilled, had never felt the pain
others carried deep within their cores.

As they smoked inside and lied
about succes and achieved goals,
as the roaring fire charred coals,
they searched for a place to hide,
a place to look up at the sky at night
and still feel safe.

By day they read books
and faced exchanging looks
as the rusty train paced
across this barren land
that'd gripped them in it's clutch.

Some drank too much,
were overmanned, forgot to stand.

Its final destination was a meadow
dark and pure, the only light
came from up above as if it meant to lure
our strangers closer to endure
the shinings our moon reflected.

Even if these people weren't to be trusted
even if their skin was scarred, lip busted
and they made decisions with a coin to flip,
why or how they came up with the trip,
if they were classy, sketchy or messy,
no one got rejected. They made this,
the least ignorant form of bliss.
Trans Siberian express
I'll explain it all very nicely
even if I have no clue.

I don't know the rules, man.
Riot Jun 2014
i have a problem
with people
when i try to be me
i picture all the things they can do to hurt me
i don't wanna trust you
if i can't make believe the truth

i reach for the stars
but then get shot at by the moon
i wanna take control of my life
soon enough
but i
wanna do my best to trust you

maybe this time
i won't be afraid to fall
maybe i'll close my eyes and not feel so small
maybe i'll fly
and not hide behind it all

maybe i'll listen and still be heared
maybe i'll keep the smallest word
in my heart
because thats where the healing starts

and maybe it'll end
witht he healing of my only friend
maybe i'll be there for you
maybe i'll be strong enough
to believe you'll catch me too
because i'll always catch you

i can cause applause
but that's no the cause
of my succes
it's because you believe
i can be more then high notes and claps
and that's a fact

so maybe this time
trust will be a factor
and in the end we'll still have laughter
<3
The kick of a poor waking man is stunning,
It shocks the rich men,who would like their workers to remain poor forever.
The rise of a poor man is painful,
Contrary to his expectations!
Truly, burning dry grass, burns even the green leaves!
No good name describe a poor waking man, it's ******* and satanic.
To get a worker, why suppress the poor?  
Don't they have rights to lead better lives?
Don't they have next generations?
Don't they have guts for better food and clothing?
Why?
Why are you always paying them peanuts?
You want them to always lead a hand to mouth life?
What does pain you, for the succes of poor a chap?
Or you want to" assist "for always,
To ironically "care" for always?
You are comfortable "feeding" them, as the sweat to dine?
What's this pain?
When they wear rags and work under unknown pressure, it's your happiness?
I'm sorry, i will sue you.
In a court of no mercy,
Where justice don't prevail,
I will make sure you loose,
I will not feel your pain,
I will **** your ill fated spirits!!!!
Because your paing, releaves the poor man!
Poor man must have a chance.
To wage and turn things around!
Jenna Sep 2015
Lock me up in a tower,
Drowning in my own sorrow.
Untill I've got the power,
To break down this tower.

Filled with my grief and sorrow,
To rebuild my bridges,
With absolute succes.
Faith Delgado Aug 2023
I am from the apartments, from sharing a room and living cramped
I am from the loud arguments, the bitter taste in my mouth
I am from the cactus, its’ prickly thorns attached
the dark rose, its’ petals slowly wilting
I am from eating dinner together and a loud volume
From John and Sonia and Gloria
I am from the stress and expectations
From not letting it get to you and ignoring it
I am from self taught Christianity, and talks with God at night
I’m from Portugal, Venezuela, and Columbia
Cheese Bread and Empanadas
From the forklift accident, the recovery, and the epileptic Grandma
I am from the strength of the women in my family
I am from the stacks of paperwork
I am from a course of self-discovery and awareness
I am from the first generations journey to succes
old school assignment i believe
There are no records left; I asked them.

The probation officer arranged it, he was helping my brother. My trip may have been unofficially organised.

I was taken to meet the lady, I remember her name, her home clearly. Mum kitted me out in hand knitteds, summer and lace up shoes. I was shocked by the latter; I aways had straps.

I may have been 6 years old; there is no record.

We went on the bus , cook and I, to the small cottage hotel, Lelant by the sea. A bus ride from St. Ives, a short walk down the hill to the beach to play.

My host went shopping, introducing me to her friends, and worrying over my hair. The hairdresser suggested that cutting was not the answer and I was provided with a dark green ribbon, shiny, wide and expensive. I imagined the cost.

The food was unlike any I had known, just tomato soup, scones with cream that left my tastebuds traumatised. I liked the boiled eggs; I was used to them. Cook looked after me kindly and understood, told me to say. The gardener suggested that as I must pass through the kitchen garden to school, I may eat as much fruit as I liked. I did.

I liked the little school, made friends. The laceups were a great succes as I could walk on my toes, like a ballet dancer. The soles were thick. Friends were made and one girl lent me her woollen bathing costume to bathe in the estuary. It sagged when wet; my self esteem lowered.

Adding here that at that age who knew of self esteem? We just felt bad.

I was given the sweetest little bedroom in the roof, all dolls and dormers. They took away my comforter, and it seems then I walked in my sleep. Moved downstairs to the piano room where no stairs could harm me, I felt unsettled.

Yet the days moved nicely. There were little troubles, nothing to diminish the beauty of it all.

The day came when I was sent home, I guess it was agreed; there are no records. I had wanted to stay, and I still feel guily for that.

My family met me from the bus, laughed at my accent and threw the ribbon away.

Weeks later I found it ***** in the lane, and kept it, hid it.

Years later I went back. In the museum, met a man who recognised me. We were then in our fifties, and he said I looked the same.

I am not the same. There are no records.

I never was a ballet dancer.

sbm.
Fall Nov 2018
-Shards of heart broken by love

-1 perfection with 1000 deceptions as results

-Silently walking through the sea of animals which we call whelps or people

-Wondering the mysteries behind my remote failures for one succes

-lies,lies,lies searching this petty dammned soul like a cockroach

-sunlight too disgusted to greet this small nobody

-horizontal and vertical spinning like the Never ending zeros

-time stops , and observe this Infinitly little one who is nothing but another one

I am just a broken lover
Daan Dec 2021
We dart and dazzle, sniff and frazzle
just never quite figure it out.
All projections broken down,
all suggestions waved goodbye.

We left money, got a glimpse of fame,
we saw succes and honey, they were never
the same.
We showed shimmer, shine and gold,
a good time yet put to shame
with nicely furnished cars unequalled to behold.

Is it less specific, more erratic, more pacific, less adriatic?
Progress, reaching goals, contentment, food, shelter, love
and friendship, sowing seeds and meeting needs? A simple conversation, perhaps, it's just what
we're used to, differing to all.

Perhaps it's someone comforting you,
before, during and after the immense fall
that is life.

It may be words, cursed or blurred,
coats for rain, only when rain occured.
It may be bark from trees or dogs
or the arrival of pizza at your door at half past four on saterday when the neigbours are away and everything is finally ******* quiet.

Maybe it's new episodes of shows,
songs supporting the cinematic universe as it grows,
might as well be birdshit on your brand new clothes.

Fun is when Bob sings with Sheldon
and the parade they held on
falls.

Fun is when things fall into place
when puzzling in space.
Fun is when you know you know you know
and you can finally let go.
*Though I don't know a lot
I am certain of what it's not.
Like solutions or complex causal correlations,
it is not ever just one thing.
Too bad that explanation just doesn't have that ring.

We don't need to know what it is exactly to have it once in a while.
NGANGO HONORÉ May 2022
So, let's speak of what it takes to have a sun bath . It just takes a walk on a sunny day .

Let's speak of what it takes to be happy . Just to laugh even  when you are rubbed ; it's funny, like you taught you were well protected and untouchable but you were beautifully wrong.

Let's speak of What it takes to feel  you are loved  😍. Just call somebody,  a family buddy or a friend or better, pay them a visit.

Again what does it takes to feel better or what do you do when you are down. Have a talk ,ask for help, open your heart ❤ accept the love and care of Jesus who wants to take care of you.

So what does takes :
An effort ,
A step of yours ,
Your decision to change ,
And
A new mindset .

note : Your efforts are wasted , if you don't have the correct mindset.

Give your own definitions to life, succes,  happiness and accomplishments, and live it to the very end , live it without regrets to the very end .
Don't give credits to those of others ( if it doesn't suits you ) your parents  or the icons .
God bless you as you read 🙏🏽 and Touch you .

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