The hustle and bustle of everyday life, Can get to our heads and stir up some strife. So better to live with a heart full of grace, Instead of some choice words said right to the face.
I find it hard to not plateau when apathy sets in. A constant struggle just to grow, a fight that I must win. So though I may not always end the victor o’er my foe, I must at least commend myself for putting on a show.
The clatter echoes loud and clear, The sound a noise they dread to hear It’s end will sway their deadly dance Their fate tied up in fickle chance A fail could mean this ends in death And as they wait with baited breath The rocking stops, the rattle ends And with a shout, the group … Continue reading 52 Poems: Week 21 – The Game
The men of old, some legends say Could singlehandedly save the day When hope was gone and all seemed lost, A man would rise and pay the cost, To see his village, kingdom, country, Rally and raise the banner firmly Defying their foe, no matter the kind, The man, their leader, they march behind To … Continue reading 52 Poems: Week 20 – Hero
Four legs, two eyes, a sinuous tail, A prickly beard, a belly pale. Reddish orange, his color and hue, Grows vibrant as his food he chews. At first reluctant, he allows a touch, The occasional rub but nothing much. Until with patient working out, I can approach and rub his snout. He’s wild still, fearsomely … Continue reading 52 Poems: Week 19 – Agni
Recovery, to sit and rest, Can put one’s spirit to the test. When what I want is just to move, Inside I know it would behoove My body now to just recoup Lest I stay unwell, my spirit droop.
Insecurity. This will lead to constant doubts. Grow, be confident. Sadly I had this written last week and forgot to post it. RIP.