On Teachers, October Month, and the Explorer

9-Who's This?

by Gil Camporazo

Trying the best,
Exploring the unknown,
Accepting reality
Coming and willing,
Honing one's disposition,
Entering the realm of knowledge
Reaching for one's goal.

8-Teachers

by Gil Camporazo

You are, what you are
Once stumbled down
Been raised up.
Success gained
Failures overcame
Because of them
Your teachers

7-October

by Gil Camporazo

No other words to utter
For God is kind
Merciful
Giving me life so wonderful.
Glad so I am
Thankful so great
Giving me life no regret

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(n.b. - These three poems are part of the series of 7-line poem written to myLot by Dodo Azo, the author's username.)

Crucial Life

Crucial Life

by Gil Camporazo

Infirm emotion that leads me to the world of woe,
          To the sea of loneliness and unhappiness,
          To the arena of fiery, arduous rivalry,
          And to the cursing place of Golgotha.

Blessed to the mind; polluted to the eyes;
          The memoirs that had been left
          Like an astronomical grains of sand
          That spread along the splashing seashore
          Were iniquities.

Nature, however, helps --
          Like the whizzing breeze of summer,
          That allures my willing heart
          To pursue my sailing toward the undiscovered world,
          Is gone forevermore.

It is gone to last the barrier of veracity
          That impedes my sailing aim
          To succeed in my trying attempts
          And to be calm in my distressing situation
          That echoes to my state of pensiveness.

Like the beaming moon of October
          That alludes me in times of query,
          That annoys me in times of solitude,
          That intoxicates me in soberness,
          Is now leading me to a righteous path of eternity.