The success highway spirit

POEMS OF POOR JACK

1. Shape of the river

What makes man?

Is it maturity of age,

Or institute of change?.

Composition of a man is rage,

Aggressiveness foes of self change,

Effects of anger, danger's like the blade,

Tightly held up on a suicidal mission,

It's true-

For a sailor to graduate,

To the fine arts of a captain,

He must learn the shape of the river,

As by day and night.

2. Sons of nature

What motivates the grass,

The flowers and their natural allies,

In the hot and the cold,

Don't they ever feel the pain,

Of loosing what they gain,

Maybe they grow bold,

As tons of time make them old.

Winter to summer,

Flowers blooms and fall.

Grass greens and dries,

But this sons of nature,

Are always bold,

On the face of the hot and the cold.

I feel they feel the pain,

Of loosing what they gain,

But always choose being bold,

In the face of the hot and the cold,

Thus always gain,

No matter what they loose.

3. A foe of peace

Last night I watched the night,

Not as a guard of nature,

But an admirer of it,

I saw the stars twinkle,

Different light intensities,

Some grew dimmer,

And others brighter,

All like a choir,

Singing a tune,

Melody of peace.

Certain unseen gun,

Fired bullets 'tween the melodies,

In treason attempt,

To trample peace,

Never in success,

Peace is the heavenly endeavor.