Lucy's Poems

[Lucy]

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you like to win but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will.
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are out classed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of your-self before
You can ever win the prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

The Victor
by C. W. Longenecker

 

[Jade]

If you think you are beaten, you are.
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you like to win but think you can’t,
It’s almost a cinch you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost.
For out in the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will.
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you are out classed, you are.
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of your-self before
You can ever win the prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man.
But sooner or later, the man who wins
Is the man who thinks he can.

The Victor
by C. W. Longenecker

Lucy, that poem would have teach Lee Jordan a lesson when he was trying to prove as a criminal that he's better than Carmen Sandiego, then again, I've figure Chase Devineaux taught him a lesson with his own lectures.

 

[Lucy]

Keep the Spark

Keep a bit of child inside,
Let your wonder be your guide.
See the world in colors bright,
Laugh at shadows, dance in light.

Ask the questions, dream the dreams,
Find the magic in small things.
Innocence is not just play—
It keeps the heart from fading away.

 

[Jade]

Keep the Spark

Keep a bit of child inside,
Let your wonder be your guide.
See the world in colors bright,
Laugh at shadows, dance in light.

Ask the questions, dream the dreams,
Find the magic in small things.
Innocence is not just play—
It keeps the heart from fading away.

Lucy, I wish that poem will spark in everyone...well not everyone is a kid at heart while remain as an adult learning the adult life.

 

[Lucy]

A Winter Branch

There’s a branch that twists against the wind
Refusing the gentle pull of sky.
It snaps a little when the rain comes,
Yet still it reaches, stubborn, high.

The sun warms all, but it shuns the light,
Holding shadows close like a cloak.
A bird lands briefly, then flutters away,
Shaken by the sharpness it spoke.

Still, there’s a strange beauty in its defiance,
A wildness that cannot be tamed.
And though it bruises the touch,
It is never quite the same.

 

[Lucy]

Lucy, I wish that poem will spark in everyone...well not everyone is a kid at heart while remain as an adult learning the adult life.

Hey, I realized you’ve been really thoughtful in your replies to me and I don’t always respond back right away, but I do read them and I appreciate them.