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Practice Makes a Man Perfect

In almost every sphere of life in fact,


Practice makes a man perfect,


It is so universal an adage,


To be preserved like a gem in every age!


 

Because of our practice we ‘are’,


Life is a recipe altogether,


 Of abundant practices,


With no practice, there will be damages!


 

Therefore practice is inevitable like breathing,

 

The more we practise, the more we start flourishing!

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From The Snake's Back on Ugly River (Haikus)

Serpentine flourish

cradled by a toxic vein,

filled with brown water.

 

Boats like pathogens,

adrift in the murk, do stray;

but not far, for long.

 

I tolerate glare;

my observations suffer,

but I shan't despair,

 

though I am aware

of the leaks I have sustained.

I envy their hulls;

 

those stolid vessels.

They endure the waste, and shine

in spite of the grime.

 

However I must

accumulate so much bilge -

where are my rotors?

 

My anchor's chain rots,

the barnacles are roosting.

Sutures, all for not.

Dante's Flower

Fill in the spaces where emptiness lay,

And bring meaning to voids born a cold yesterday,

For each child that hungers for answers to why,

The twin towers fell down and brought hell from the sky.

Teach not of the hate that feeds more acts of war,

Just teach all of those things that we should have taught

more.

Teach ‘bout faith and humility, courage and hope,

This surley will help in their struggle to cope,

Teach them patience and how to plant many a seed,

In the hearts left so cold from this dastardly deed,

Try to balance the weight of material lust,

With these virtues long lost now decaying with rust.

As we try to rebuild what remains of this crime,

We will all learn so well how good things take much time,

And the gut-level honesty needed to heal,

May emerge from that pile of rubble and steel,

Through the passion that waves these flags red, white and

blue,

We hand down truths to babes much too late to undo,

But with willingness now to teach treasures of old,

They will understand all this confusion and mold

Better ways to live here so that peace will prevail,

With new "guns" of respect war won’t be up "for sale".

Things we hope for our children won’t just be things of

cash,

The real treasures of life won’t be buried in ash.

 

 

© 2002

 

Edited 2013 ©

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Only love can banish vengeance.

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Anew

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101 in 1001

Today I begin
Anew

Reminiscing on days gone by
Relearning

Remembering the thrill
Of a completed piece
Churning out wonders

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The first piece for the poetry portion of my 101 in 1001/Day Zero challenge.

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