Loosing Family

Loosing family obliges us to find our family
Not always the family that is our blood
But the family that can become our blood
Should we have the wisdom to open our door to this new family
We would find that the wishes we once had
For the father who once guided us
For the brother who once watched our backs
Sister who once was jealous over us
And mother who once cared for us

All the blindfolded rebellion
We tended to perpetrate against the ones who once loved us
Are infact the very things that inspire us
They comprise the basis
Construct the supporting skeleton
Of such mustard seed inspiration
As which causes us to spring forth; a mighty tree
One of wood and bark far stronger than the cedars of Lebanon
Branches rapidly growing with wreckless abandon

Like a nuclear volcanic eruption
Like a volcanic nuclear explosion
Like an unsubduable uprising
So do we rise in time of our glory
Adorned in robes more colorful than the brightest lory

But how and why do we little less than most oftenly forget
How dare we permit the loss of these precious ties of ours with such easy let
Losses faulted to factors many-but-a-few; memories of fearsome fret and fidget
Easy and healing reconciliations we could affordably get

Only if we; some turn to family
Others dare to lose their supposed family
That they might find their true family
 

Attitude Victor

Man of valor

His arms pumping with energy and vigor

Achieviing excellence thru' candid candor

Success has built him a beautiful manor

All rooms furnished, his favourite is the palor

The corner of which is decorated with his shiny armor

That which tells the tales of how in war he emerged victor

A war in which death or defeat, none could get to him; neither nor

His intellect doth reflect awesome color

His heart pumps with the courage of a sailor

He truly is an attitude victor

Success

They say it really doth taste sweet

An estute individual everyone craves to meet

Whether formally at an event or otherwise on the plain street

A guest every home wants at their front-porch to honorably greet

That heftly giant all asundry want to kneel at his feet

The colourful bird at the window, singing with such melodious tweet

Just the right candidate every employer wants on his leet

A plant with red root used as food; commonly called a beet

With it every failure insect flees, 'tis the most perfect deet

A tree of which its fruit everyone doth want to eat

One of sweeter taste and greater nutrition than wheat

Its leaves graciously folded on plate like an adorable pleat

The sacred cow with kingly-fleshy meat

Even royals bubbly-rush to take a seat

All gayly-dressed, sparkling neat

At the table, for yet a serving of this very rare treat

As it in the stomach doth make harmonic rhythm and beat

Produces such magical belch that freezes every degree of failure's heat

Never again are they weak or tempted any race to quit

It puts and end to the reccess

In such rare manner that leaves the best analyst clueless

It graces the pain of the fearless

Rewarding the effort of the relentless

With gain; perfect and spotless

It pulls down the stronghold of poverty in a manner; merciless

Leaving its watchgaurd pale and breathless

It elevates the lowly woman unto a powerful duchess

Her daughter; a gorgeous princess

She walks with grace as of a goddess

The reach and extent of her influence is priceless

Success

Failure

Failure

'tis a word of a sound with negative allure

If and When happens, it adds some garlic-bittering spice to a cocktail that seemed so pure

Feeling like an illness to which there exists no cure

Shaking even the strong that thought of himself as to a stand(ce); so sure

Failure

Its practical experience, of however crude lustre

Hurts like a lady with bleedily-broken manicure

Feeling the pains of another with infested pedicure

Sad to say to worse pains this is a likely overture

Failure

It comes with power of a similitude as to that a witch did conjure

Thick-black and with such an oppresive power of admirable grandeur

One cannot but wonder of how and when such evil did occur

Or how a singular being, yet human, could such an enormous power procure

Thoughts or victimology of the resultancy, practically too great to endure

Failure

Habit(s)

Habit(s)

Each and every single habit

Ever nibbling away like a bunny-rabbit

The most occuring expenditure in your time-audit

Its positivity making you a success favourite

Negativity, otherwise an accursed bandit

They say practice makes perfect

'Till you emerge master and prefect

Laying hold of all control, strong and direct

Over that particular image before the sect

Such an image for which you fight to protect

Without excluding any part or subsect

Every minute detail you skillfully dissect

Ensuring you're quite definitely most correct

Habit(s)

Something(s) that caught your eye; such bright hue

Once and it you were hooked to

It became that one thing you always do

Matter of fact is it has taken hold of you

There's no denying, 'tis only but true

Right into your system has it burrowed through

You seem to be weary of these rhymes

You've read through all the lines

You seem like one lost in a field of mines

Habit(s)

You seek a definition

An answer to specifically address the point of your question

Nonetheless you read on; at the hind of your mind an eager expectation

Sooner or later, pahaps I just might tender the proposition

My views constituting its composition

Composed of my self-arrived assumption

Or pahaps you'd rather refer to it as a postulation

Percieved of or viewed by you as one of accurate appropriation

Finally you have your much craved satisfaction

Alright

I think I got us two in this corner so tight

These ryhming lines are starting to blur both mine and your sight

I need an escape route or not so good will be my better not imagined plight

" Habit my friend, is practice long pursued; act or activity repeatedly repeated, that at last becomes part and parcel of your very self "

....definition according to my deeply-thoughtfully thought-through; yet limited understanding

....I hope I haven't conjured words that extend beyond your limit of comprehending

....You asked of me a question to which I gave my possibly best shot at answering

Habit(s)

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Call Of Duty

The chilly breeze

The biting freeze

The grilling heat

The golden sun’s beat

Each condition

Every blessed situation

Providing an occasion

For yet another lazy procrastination

One more moment of indecision

Another moment of hesitation

One more step of vacillation

Lacking in self-assertion

No iota of any form of affirmation

Heading towards no particular profession

Refusing to join the world’s procession

Unable to key into its fast evolving succession

Placed on a seemingly endless probation

In actual sense, an indefinite suspension

With little or no preparation

Not one measure of precaution

Left with no prescription

No sustaining and sustainable occupation

Not a single means of preservation

Such is he

Who cringes in the chilly breeze

Releasing his muscles to the biting freeze

He melts in the grilling heat

Dancing in his sleep to the sun’s beat

Oh no!

To his house I shall not go

His path I refuse to follow

Today I rise to sow

Viable seeds in each furrow

Seeds that indeed shall grow

Into the mighty trees of tomorrow

On the wake of the ‘morrow

Before the sun peeps in my window

I rise before the cock dares crow

Before the first chirp of the sparrow

With my hand I pick my bow

My right hand holds my razor-sharp arrow

The path of my prey I diligently follow

My gaze fixed and narrow

On my one target in the vast meadow

I carefully stoop low

Remaining calm and mellow

Aiming steady and slow

With one shot, I strike its marrow

Thrusting it thru’ like a powerful javelin throw

Creating a wound so hollow

It begins to writhe and wallow

I take it home safely in my barrow

Savoring every bite like ‘twas a marshmallow

My bow and arrow, now I can safely stow

The sky now glows with a ball so yellow

Then I know

I am now far from sorrow

No need, no reason to borrow

I am seated on the success row

My barns are filled, my cisterns overflow

My house stands firm; though the winds blow

Success! I happily bellow

Sitting back to observe the beauty of the rainbow

Just then I see from afar the lazy

Burning with such fury

But I take him back to those times so early

Reminding him drearily

Explaining slowly and steadily

The reason I am now regarded a prodigy

Whilst he lingered in bed wearily

I obeyed the call of duty

©iampapyrus

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