It was the remarkable lesson, the precept, courage gained by forcing wills; not unto nothing, but shrugging off what has already been maintained… uplift the standard, excellence by discipline, redeem the hour unto eternal reign.

Show me the proof in real time, moments surpassing sublime stanzas; each instance a crescendo: musical magnificence allowing growth capture the lesson, endure the while -ensuring the song will never cease but bloom — BOOM!– by proceeding every mile crossed valiantly. Proof, I will be, the mark of my life: a living testimony of battles and blossoms to tune, celebrating eternal verses: come glory, ensue!

This is 12/100 poetry challenge.

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I wish to wonder
yet to notation smartly
beyond current
comprehension,
enriching the soil;

I wish for yonder
yet to sustain infinitely
beyond this self
comprehension,
permission to toil;

I wish to ponder
yet to battle principalities
beyond realms
comprehended
conquering the foil.

The battle abroad
amidst the combat within:
fighting airs and errors,
and arrows of fiery whims,
like the murky death of
life uncontended; taking
no stance, a cause
worthy of defending.

Nay! Endure the war,
understand thine arms,
move forward and sound
the alarm; give notice
-what realms bursting
upon us?- spirits unleashed,
admonish! command them,
bind them, bond for service:
finish the story, and
onwards to glory.

Each of countless
perspective reside,
ever moving toward
colliding consciousness:
the gathered manifestations
of peoples. Names either
filed or forgotten;
perspectives reside
countless of each.

Bravo
they say
to the gentleman
whom loves his wife-
his genuine nature
toward her; a powerful
exterior, preserving
against the world
-speaks fondly
of her
to his fellows,
lifting her name
in praise of
adoration.
Brava
they say
to the goodly lady
whom respects her husband-
her honest nature
toward him; a passionate
exterior, conserving home
in the world
-speaks fondly
of him
to her family,
and lifts his name
in grace of
true devotion.

As time ticks down

how to appeal?

To take every moment?

Alas, it loses zeal.

Not knowing the future,

yet certain of the end:

it’s the beginning

of asking

how to appeal

as time ticks down.

As time ticks down

what will reveal?

To own every moment?

It has a good appeal.

Still wanting the future,

certain beyond the end;

it’s the beginning

of enjoying

what will reveal.

as time ticks down.

This is 13/100 poetry challenge.

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