Athletic Endeavor
Once more it begins
My mind focused
On the task
at hand
Ready?
Muscles tightening
The gathering up
of Both mind
And body
Go!
With every ounce
Of strength and
Determination
I make the
Charge
The obstacle looms
Yet the distance
Shortens while
I push on
Steadily
Uncertainty dawns
As I draw nearer
This hurdle
In my
path
Now the moment
Final effort is
Demanded
I give my
All
No!
Failure!
All was not
Enough to leap
The dreaded hurdle
Exhausted I subside
Exhaling in defeat
Coming to a rest
Wheels against
The Curb
Dedicate to all those who daily challenge such 'hurdles'
poem by Mary Havran
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Sonnet: Aligning With God
Let every suff’ring make me better Lord,
Let every problem closer to Thee bring;
Let every tussle keep to Thine accord;
Let every struggle make me love Thee, sing!
Let every strife, more purify my mind;
Let every passion give my heart relief;
Let every anguish, peace of mind sure find;
Let every labor lessen my heart’s grief.
Let every hurdle encourage my aim;
Let every hardship make my body strong;
Let every defeat add succor, not blame;
Let every challenge teach to avoid wrong.
Let every failure make me to Thee pray!
Let every success happen in thine way.
poem by John Celes
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It's a challenge between me and the hurdle, and the hurdle has always won.
quote by Gail Devers
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An uncertain stage
Uncertainty in mind may puzzle
clouds may hover and rain may dazzle
it may do the work for rest
why not we deliver the best?
i do take it as test
act as per conscience whichever comes first
no double mind for what to do
you have to think fast and go through
it is not good to have double mind
something you have to think and find
it must make headway and take you along
it must make aware of what is right and wrong
It may not go well with the time
Still you may not be committing the crime
It may upset you in that particular moment
But still you have clear mind not to resent
It is better not to involve when mind is not clear
You may have all the some hidden fear
It may not allow you to come out clean
It may not be clear case to win
Well, see to it that it appeals you first
If you think clearly it will not land you in worst
You may have enough time to maneuver
You will find the space as good mover
It is nice to think always good
It may keep you In happy mood
There is conscience hurdle and repentance
Whatever comes is real and in presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Task
If I say that I can then I know that I will
Or I will do the best that I can
I will try to prevail, where others had fail
At the job or task that I had began.
The work that I do or the task I accept
It will become the job that must be done
It I will try to complete, as that of any job or feat
As I will always finish what I have begun.
I will not ignore the task that I have undertaken
It will become my objective and my pride
I will do my best, just like the rest
And from that work I shall never hide.
If I say that I can then I know that I must
As I have given my word and my oath
The task will be finished, my ethics replenished
And never will I brag or boast.
When finished I will move to my very next task
With a determination and a blistered hand
My mind will be ready, my nerves will be steady
Because if I know that I will, I know that I can.
RANDY L.McCLAVE
poem by Randy McClave
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Fog or hurdle
Fog or hurdle
I was on the way
and the fog was also on the way.
It was covering trees, flowers and also me.
It was an early morning
and the sun was peeping behind the fog like a bride.
The flowers were not wavering.
The butter flies were not dancing.
These are nature’s act.
I can say only this that the fog is a hurdle in the way of smile.
poem by Vijay Gupta
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One Who Has Sacrificed With A Kept Pace
Something done persistently,
Eventually wears on the body and mind...
Of the one who has given time to find,
Without a resting to qualify this to be done...
Like some who give their recommendations,
Misunderstanding the drive it has taken...
To make sure things are set in place.
They would never understand,
One who has sacrificed with a kept pace.
Well...I do.
And it is not from that which I am doing today.
It is a much needed rest,
From that which has taken years in the making
To create.
Never before considered the connection between,
Aches and pains and the lack of rest.
Until my mind and body began to beg for some.
And getting as much as I can get to just rest,
To prioritize for myself is best.
And aging has made me more aware of this!
Without proper rest,
The body and mind begins to insist it be done.
And quick with a paying of attention.
Oh...
You don't need to shout so loud.
I hear you very clearly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweeten by Tears
gain money in the pocket poke for something
special, like a fruit in the basket ripen by the hand
that pick, as the season of day certainly welcome the
tongue savoring the sweetness of the sweat that wet
smoothness drifts in the skin of fresh thirst
full of wine wouldn't mine something of the smell,
not even the last drop, hurdle the willingness of the
mind and body to survive, and let the fool in the pond
watching the fish that swim, knows the reason, on
how to fly
the guided boat leads its way to the far harbor
port, for not the vast sea, would sway the wind to
conquer its destiny, nay! shall it paddle in the
rough ocean, for every strength weight the distance
place to voyage each day
handle your rope, for that pointed tip; ragged terrain,
wild animal, uncertainty wait no one to live, just to
be in the free top for the last day
go as you wish, wonder as if, your the conqueror of
them all, the sweeten tears goggle yourself and
forward you what ever comes in your way, mistake
is only one that wait not for another day
happy trip my courage, brave soldiers of today,
the band is playing and the morning is dawning be in
your way forever my darling dear......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Every Ounce Of Strength
(cropper / hayes / porter)
Ill put your pictures all around my wall
Ill build a tower of love that wont fall
Ill do everything I can
Ill try to be your own lovin woman
With every ounce of strength I have
Oh, yeah
Oh, there is nothing that I wouldnt do
To let the world know
Im crazy bout you
Id use all of my womans power
To keep you happy for a million hours
Every ounce of strength I have
Every ounce of strength I have
You can ask for what you want
And a-get what you ask
Id give my all to make
I would love for ever last
With every ounce of strength I have
Oh, yeah
Long as blood runs through my veins
Long as I can see clouds that bring on rain
Ill use a-all of my womans power
To keep you happy for a million hours
With every ounce of strength I have
Every ounce of strength I have
Im gonna keep you happy
With every, every, every, every ounce of strength I have
Every ounce
Im gonna keep you happy
With every, every, every
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I Keep Focused
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I keep focused!
And guest what...?
You can compare me to anyone you please.
But I have never been impressed,
By your ability to stretch an imagination.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
And I choose not to guess how or when...
You have managed to do what you've done,
Without sweat or eyes dried,
As if a tear you have never cried.
Why?
I keep focused!
And I try...
To stay focused.
But I do believe the path you have chosen,
Has been repaved over so many times,
As to accomodate those who have found their way to go...
Much easier than the one I pioneered.
And I know it shows,
I am focused.
And I try...
To stay focused.
Yes I try...
To stay focused.
Whether I am on your list...
Or do not make an appearance at all.
Guest what?
Not a footprint on this path I have made,
Belongs to anyone else....
Who can claim a doing with little assistance.
I've updated and changed my list of preferenced wishes,
So many times...
I might have even been on the top of your list,
But...
Having a mind like this with desires to exist,
And improve what I do...
I keep focused.
With that in my mind,
That's kept...
Noticed.
With a leaving behind...
Those provoking others with their jokes!
To keep me...
Focused.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the Day's Just Beginning, I Pray for My End
When the morning dawns.
I wake in haste.
I'm praying real hard for my end.
Life's experiences have driven me around the bend.
With out an ounce of dignity left to spend.
As the new days dawns.
I hope no one mourns.
I want my life to end.
It has twisted me around the bend.
As my days go on.
My pain does not end.
Fear not I have a plan.
I shall take my life tonight.
As the new days dawns.
My life is dying out.
I did the act of suicide.
I'm almost gone.
When this new day looms.
I am dead and cold.
When your new day looms.
Do not grive, do not mourn.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Don't just Walk.....
see the path, that’s the point to remember,
the timing persuade your body to hold up high
as the changing moment reset every time the
body move; let the head control every swing of
the arms and feet, be cautious and let the
prestige of your smile be the gesture of honor
of your well being
keep the facial mode reflected by the eyes that
looks to the ground, thou the chain forward the
holding stamina of the powerful lips, gear that
behold ear of every tongue that tell, wander
toward the breath of the nose, where the hair
watch the falling sweat embrace of words utter
for a sweet romance is the beginning of a
mutual indulgent of love
motionless push for a while and hold every
smile, the eternal harmony of melody between
focus, capsulate the intent of closeness and
unity of what meant to walk within the
boundary of hope and admiration, neither
behold the simple kiss; the touch is just but a
lasting lust of friendship
walk with dignity and hold on the simple step
of your feet, for the last hurdle is the beginning
of a faster walk my dear and the final line don't
wait for today, yet you’re almost near to follow
the leads
melt your strength and run......
poem by Antonio Liao
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And Suddenly I'll Go
watch the tree branches
that falling down
to the stream, where a happy faces
of the fish patiently
wait to ride; as the tail jerk the
moving current
of the turmoil sight drags the body
to swim, and felt in the hey
oh! Water Lilies, sweet as you say
look upon your beautiful flower that bloom
like wind-dropp moist in the sky
hurdle into my heart the
serenade of sweet memoirs
of today
whisper little angel,
my dream is coming, wait not
until the night suddenly flew all that come
into my wish
then I will pass my whole self
to lay down my time
steadily blow down the
Eastern wind, letting go
where it end, as the moment lap the reel
of time to ponder, then I shall
pass this way again...
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Trooper
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too
You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through
So when you're waiting for the next attack
You'd better stand there's no turning back.
The bugle sounds and the charge begins
But on this battlefield no one wins
The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath
As I plunge on into certain death.
The horse he sweats with fear we break to run
The mighty roar of the Russian guns
And as we race towards the human wall
The screams of pain as my comrades fall
We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground
And the Russians fire another round
We get so near yet so far away
We won't live to fight another day.
We get so close near enough to fight
When a Russian gets me in his sights
He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow
A burst of rounds take my horse below.
And as I lay there gazing at the sky
My body's numb and my throat is dry
And as I lay forgotten and alone
Without a tear I draw my parting groan
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Gone
As I lay here
I feel you laying behind.
I know you just want to be near,
To relax and rest your mind.
I feel your arms wrapped around me,
So strong, but yet still gentle,
Pulling me closer to your body
Being ever so careful.
Hearing you smell my hair
And feeling your breath on my neck
Right before you kiss me there.
You don't even bother to check
Because you know there is a smile spreading across my lips.
I hear you laugh a little in my ear
As your hand slides down to my hip
And your giggling is all I can hear.
You run your fingers through my hair
While you kiss the back of my head.
I can just tell how much you care,
With just the two of us in this bed.
I feel our own, unique closeness
As we just lay there together.
Only feeling you touch me with tenderness
And no need to say anything to one another.
I can feel the warmth coming off of your bare chest
And the strong muscles in your arms.
You're like my personal life vest
That will keep me away from harm.
I feel the tension in your body start to ease
And your grip on me begins to slacken.
Even though you give my hand a squeeze
I know it is just your reflexes kicking in.
Your breathing begins to even out
As you whisper, ' I love you. '
Without a single feeling of doubt
I say, ' I love you too. '
I roll over and open my eyes
In such shock I can't even yawn.
I feel like I'm going to die
Realizing that you are gone.
poem by Ashley Reese
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Give Me Strength
This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.
Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.
Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.
Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.
Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.
And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Eating The Fear
Eating rose petals.
Choking on the thorns.
With such a sweet smell their should be some kind of warning.
A sign saying in big bold letters.
If you do it you will regret it.
Jumping into a brick wall head first.
Trust me it does hurt.
I would know.
I got my scars to prove it.
Black and blue bruises is a usual at least for me.
Maybe it cause I will never accept defeat.
Even if I know I'm already beat.
Things can and will change.
It is a matter of time ticking on by.
A color scheme mapped out.
A portrait perfected.
Yet it is still rejected.
Don't you know it is to be completely expected.
Don't give up.
Oh no not just yet.
No matter the dire circumstances.
You got to be strong.
Just hold on for one more moment.
I keep hearing these whispers that say I don't know if I can.
Oh does it make me any less of a man?
Failure at ones my weakest moment.
Ducking down in disgrace.
Walking away from an unfulfilled dream.
No sorry I just can't.
Even if suck every bit life out of me.
My inner strength will still remain.
Like a cloud floating high in the sky.
Taking many shapes.
Creating many escapes.
Going to an illusionary world where everything is alright.
Because I just don't know if I can make it another night.
Not here.
The uncertainty brings only fear.
And I must keep my distance and try to never let it get near.
Close my heart.
Shut it down.
It is an exposure that will ruin my perspective and objectives.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Another Task At Hand
One more task finished my friend, for what God starts He will end.
He will finish so that you will know, God will help you as you grow.
For God is with you in all you do, God is there to see you through.
God will help you through every task, and all you have to do is ask.
Christ has work prepared for you, in the simple daily tasks you do.
Friend, daily as you do your job, you perform your work as for God.
Just do each task to please The Lord, and your effort is not ignored.
And as you work to serve The Lord, you will reap an eternal reward.
My friend, with The Lord any task, can have fruit that will surely last.
As you do the mundane things, God gives your heart songs to sing.
Friend, even when the day is bleak, simply let The Good Lord speak.
God speaks to you in The Word, in Godly wisdom that you've heard.
God’s Spirit creates in you and me, a witness that all others can see,
That in your job throughout the day, Jesus is with you along the way.
When you work at any place, you can point to His Awesome Grace.
A Grace that sustains me and you, throughout every task that we do.
As you grow you become assured, your daily strength is in The Lord.
For The Lord knows what is best, and in every task you are blessed.
With this task now said and done, you can point to God’s Only Son,
Christ, who is with you every day, through every task along the way.
Confidence
Not easily refined or defined,
Is confidence.
Nor is it cropped to pluck,
Off from a Sun drenched vine.
To slowly savor for the flavor.
Confidence is a development.
A work in progess.
Not recited from studied print.
Nor listening as lectured...
From a podium will convince,
The taking of notes...
Will provoke it into existence.
Confidence,
Similar to experience...
Is something done,
That is seldom pleasant...
When it comes as a personal delivery.
And...
Most times arrogance is misrepresented for it.
However,
It does take obedience and strength to listen.
To then comprehend that failure does not mean to stop,
To yield and repeat flops.
As a sign that ambition obtained has been dropped.
No,
It does not!
Caution perhaps,
To proceed at your own risk.
But confidence does not allow obstacles to prevent,
Progress.
Or the jumping over hurdles.
Since each hurdle cleared...
Removes the fear to face another.
Clarifying anyone's doubt about confidence adopted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dead night
After days hard work it is dead night
Solutions not found and no insight
Day comes to an end with lots of internal fight
May be rest is essential and right
Tug of war in mind with complete fatigue
All planning for results with colleague
Still lot of worries when day is over
Finally I run for shelter and cover
Stars and sky make no noise
Twinkle more and readily poise,
Calm nights and dead silence
Peace allover and no violence
Night brings relief and calm
No more assaults and no more harm
Tempo run high but welcome with greetings
You are among people with lots of meetings
though nights are more to be dreaded
Remember Him and guilt to be pleaded
Time to think and assess with mind cool,
Steps to be taken so that not to look fool.
Why nights are feared and create flutter?
Day’s sequences repeat and mind works faster
Night’s calm but late calls creates panic
Bad news always make you feel skeptic
Sick people take heavenly abode in night,
Life’s agony comes to an end after grim fight
It is called destiny and path right,
Even powerful may surrender fearing HIS might
Nights are welcome to seek meaningful refuge
Review of actions and nothing to confuse
Severance with defeatist views and more to infuse
With strong resolve in mind, crisis to defuse
Seeking solace for rightful path
Cooling of body after fresh bath
For a moment you are away and off the scene
Not to be heard and never to be seen
So nights are blessing in disguise,
Open the venue for smooth sail and cruise
With mind at rest and ready for test
Situation may prove fruitful and best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dream
All vehicle running in their respective line
with defined speed.
People are standing in a straight line.
Absolutely pin dropp silence.
I came out with smile on my face
as & when i reached the bus stop
i got bus to reach my destination
to my surprise i have seen all the
chair filled with person doing their job.
I put up my file keeping one envelop
other hand to be ready for any hurdle
within half an hour my file is processed.
I got one certificate thankfully i raise
my hand having envelope to give them.
But i get prompt reply
"No Sir....this is our duty."
Suddenly i hear one voice coming to my
hear...wake up...wake up son...today is not holiday
you will be late.
poem by Ajay Srivastava
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