Champsilva 🐻
@champsilva
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After the paper was read, just the other day,
Crafting thoughts on paper, no easy way,
Then standing to present, nerves start to stir,
Questions fly from all sides, a challenging blur.
Each word weighed heavy, each thought laid bare,
To field sharp questions that come from everywhere,
Answering swift, with confidence unshaken,
In a room where doubts and minds awaken.
To write and to speak, it takes steady grace,
To stand firm as ideas find their place,
Eyes watch closely, intent to test,
In the quest for truth, we give our best.
For those who rise to speak, they’ll always find,
In the world of thought, both fierce and kind,
The courage to answer, to take a stand,
Guided by wisdom, firm and grand.
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Time's Driving Wheel
Side by side, they tell a tale,
Of roads once rough, and smoother trails.
One bears rust, the other's sleek,
Past and present, antique and chic.
Years have passed, yet both remain,
Steel and wheels through sun and rain.
Old grit, new gloss, both take their place,
On life's long, unending race.
(there is beauty in everyone, you may just need to look again)
Picture & poem by: @champsilva
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The Back of a Tree
The back of a tree tells stories unsaid,
Where scars and spots in silence are laid.
Each line, a journey, each mark, a trace,
Of winds endured, of time’s embrace.
Rough bark whispers, yet stands tall,
Holding voices, both large and small.
In stillness, strength, and quiet grace,
The tree bears witness to every place.
Author: @champsilva
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#experience #life #journey
This poem is inspired by the notebook that @saska share many hours ago. Fren, I can relate and I urge you to pass the baton onto the next generation too. ✌🏼 Peace 1 reply
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When was the LAST TIME you visited a VILLAGE?
The simplicity of their homes, often built with local materials, each house carrying a unique story. The community life where everyone knows each other, and there’s a genuine sense of belonging. The untouched natural environment, where trees stand tall and rivers flow freely, painting a serene landscape that feels worlds away from the rush of the city.
Then there’s the food fresh, flavorful, often prepared with ingredients straight from the farm, each meal a taste of tradition and care. And the ambience °°° a calmness that wraps around you, allowing you to truly relax and feel present.
I had the pleasure of enjoying ALL these just yesterday, and I’m already looking forward to my next visit. There’s something so grounding about village life; it’s a reminder of the simple joys that often get lost in the noise of daily life. 0 reply
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I BLAB SOMETIMES AND I’M SORRY
Time after time, I open wide my buccal cavity and make sounds…
I produce words and melodies pleasing to my own hearing,
But they don't hold much meaning to me until I lay down at sundown.
Then I reflect on all the things I’ve uttered during the sunny day,
Only to discover that I have issued the 'issues of life and death.'
The good book says the power of life and death is in the tongue,
So I opine that the tongue doesn’t just produce sound until the heart beckons…
Many times, I say things I don’t mean, and vice versa.
I blab with the last drop of strength in me,
Lavishly spending more than the day requires.
I feel like I should do things differently, but I can’t seem to help it.
I grow tired of myself. Please, what can I do to salvage this sound-making opening of mine?
I resolve to silence, but it doesn’t last, and soon words are jumping out again.
Help me, please. My mouth is draining life out of me.
Please help me deal with this untamea… 0 reply
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In my compound stands a tree,
Once it shed its leaves so free,
Now dressed in hues, alive, renewed,
A sign of change, both bold and true.
Seasons turn, we lose, we gain,
Old falls away, yet life remains.
What are we holding tight in fear,
That keeps new growth from drawing near?
The tree lets go, it knows the way,
To clear the past for a brighter day.
In shedding old, we find release,
And bloom begins where we find peace.
Author: @champsilva
@wanderer1 what's your take on this thought? 0 reply
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Title: Chima's Underwater Odyssey: The Treasure of Phaver Lagoon
One sunny morning, Chima, the adventurous space traveler, traded his spaceship for a sleek, futuristic submarine. His destination? The mystical Phaver Lagoon, an underwater paradise, where legends say ancient treasures lie hidden beneath the shimmering waves.
With his trusty submersible, Chima dove into the deep blue, marveling at the vibrant coral forests that glowed in neon hues. Schools of glowing fish danced around him, guiding the way as if they knew where he was headed. Chima's curiosity led him deeper, following mysterious, golden jellyfish that pulsed like lanterns through the dark waters.
Suddenly, a massive underwater cave came into view. Its entrance, guarded by statues of sea gods, beckoned him closer. Inside, the light from Chima's craft revealed a dazzling treasure chest encrusted with rare gems. But there was something more—a Silver Cred Pass, glistening like it was waiting for the right adventurer to claim it.
Chima knew… 1 reply
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