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Tilia Tilia Poem
(Cinderella is the protagonist of the 1697 fairytale by Charles Perrault. The whimsical tale is later told in 1812 by the Grimm brothers.)
“Why, if it isn’t my dear Cinderella,
That twinkle in your eyes, still bright as your ballroom days,
In your smile I still see the sweetness of Nutella,
And in your glow some golden summer rays.”
“How do you do, old friend?
My schedule has been quite busy,
The chores of a princess seem to have no end,
Should I say of a prince’s wife, who often returns tipsy.”
“I must ask, with all due respect,
Why let a man who but found a slipper
Behave in a manner so incorrect,
Out all night favoring a stripper?”
“Oh, dear, you must know,
The man’s delight is but for a show”
“Cinderella, holder of a sunrise’s beauty,
Tell me why you refuse to see,
Why you remain so carelessly happy,
Treated with no sense of dignity?”
“I have reached my happily ever after,
And I do still get my daily dose of laughter.”
“I hope that someday soon,
You will fulfill your own fate,
You will sing your own proud tune,
And leave this pitiful pig of a date.”
Copyright © Tilia Tilia | Year Posted 2022
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Tilia Tilia Poem
ENCOURAGE CONTEST
I find that my best motivator is myself.
That doesn’t make me narcissistic, or unusual,
I just prefer to partake in intimate conversation
With myself,
Alone.
Others may feel the need to depend on others
But I believe others just haven’t found the right angle,
They haven’t listened deeply enough to their heart’s cry,
They haven’t sought out to see what their eyes are showing them,
To see the path they have subconsciously formed to help themselves,
Yet they are so quick to fall into the palms of others,
Who are merely others.
We all admittedly stumble into our own individual, seemingly eternally vast holes,
Glued to its pit with a sticky mixture of fatalism and hopelessness,
But somehow, in a mysterious yet evident manner,
We always manage to climb the gleaming rays shining perhaps even a
Single beam of light into our obscure hole,
Up to the plains of relief and elation,
Perhaps acknowledging the fact that the hole remains present,
But using its presence to lift us higher up,
Up to blissful days and merry clouds.
To encourage others is all but valuable if you can’t encourage yourself,
To find the courage to climb the beam,
To push yourself along the endless stream,
To find the end.
Though frustration grows with time and age,
It is but you who may free yourself truly,
And that uniqueness you behold, I think,
Is beautiful.
Tilia, 30th January 2022
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