a placid lake at sunrise
bending to fill a weaved basket
water's reflect a native squaw
Constantly trying the best you can
to be the rock and stand without one.
You know they need you but left sad,
who’s there if you are the one hurting?
It makes you want to cry and yell back,
but you recognize they can’t control it.
It’s harder than it seems, you think:
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy.’
Viciously taking out their lows on you,
because you’re the one within reach.
Taking cheap shots you’re their target
even if you care about them the most.
With each mood swing they lash out
only to apologize for it five minutes later.
Emotional whiplash leaves a mark
you start to second guess your sanity.
It’s harder than it seems, you think:
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy.’
I hate to say this but it’s the truth,
you can’t be of service and risk yourself.
Crying and feeling anxious aren’t normal,
an empty cup will become a domino.
What made you a pillar will start to fall,
the strong can be victims in this crisis too.
It’s harder than it steems, you think:
‘Maybe I’m the one who needs therapy.’
Jazz notes ring out,
Teardrops beat down on my window dress.
Thunder has grown,
Thunder sings loudly and repeats until finito says.
Jazz notes ring out,
Inside,
Sunshine comes and goes instead,
Again and again.
Train tracks come along and eventually lead to a dead end,
So;
There are no take backs for what’s been said.
The rain taps my shoulders,
But somehow,
The Sun’s glare still beats against the back of my head.
Everyday is a little sun shower.
Maintenance lacks the gift of sudden death,
But there are no take backs once you’re under the bed.
I soar, looking down at a daffodil hill
hovering, then I fly on the wind
within a forest cathedral dome
and to meadows of lovely wildflowers
then, to a high cliff where I depart . . .
floating in my reverie
the music capturing my soul
and I am in a sublime trance
spinning, twirling
whirling . . . to Mozart symphony 40
Grass grows so fully green
field upon field blade upon blade
but one day the grass will wither
each blade carefully and specially made
A flower grows so full of colours
with highs and lows in every stem
such fragrance on every corner
so beautiful to look upon these gems
It's like any seed sown in the ground
when it grows it blooms bright
but in time it will fade away
like the morning when it turns to night
The only thing that will count
is God's eternal authoritative word
trust God's word, it endures forever
those who reject this truth are absurd
("The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.")
Isaiah 40: 8 (ESV)
A former Canadian Mountie
Lost his mule and put up a bounty
Though he searched high and low
He got lost in the snow
And found his ass in the next county
My eternal thanks I wish to express
With gratitude to John from the local press
Writing us off completely, with the words to the public he did say
Advising us to avoid embarrassment and not turn up to play
In a cup final against opposition with superior skills and refined touch
However, names and reputations don't guarantee winning matches as such
In my time in the game, I've learned a few things through the years
If you don't start correctly it's hard to move up through the gears
The words my players took to the pitch were loud and clear
Confidence without arrogance and respect without fear
Thanks again to the man for the words he did write
He was mentioned in the team talk, we were up for the fight
When the match was over and all was said and done
We turned up, he was wrong and we had won
The ocean of vacillation..
The intense aura of gloom...
The essence of emotion piercing my heart...
The extremity of unrequited love...
The promotion of my quintessential idiosyncrasies ...
The utter silence of zephyr traversing my heart ..
My transmogrification into a vehement twee..
This is the end of the world surrounding you and me...
youths reign
pasteurized
senyours
Remark:
Build ark
Rain, hark
Embark!
Aardvarks?
No sharks!
Big spark
One lark
It’s dark
Landmark!
Let’s park
Debark
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for the A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
written 10/13/22
I’ve never been color blind, but I know how it feels
Because that’s how I saw the world before I met you.
Nothing in the world seemed to me to be real
Until you came along and colored my point of view.
I saw black and white before you came into my life.
I was lost in a world where everything felt bland.
I’m so lucky that we became husband and wife.
You changed everything for me when you first touched my hand.
It was 40 years ago today
She walked down the flowered aisle,
Tears flowing down ruby cheeks
She'd be married in a little while,
Through detours and windy roads
Since you wore that princess crest
Have caused our love to grow
Cos matured love is really the best.
Old St. Nick could hardly fit into his huge red sleigh
his reindeers groaned when they were alone
that it was never meant to be this way
364 days of eating and drinking everything in sight
his belt was on the first hole and boots were getting tight
buttons were all popping and pants starting to split
his nose was matching Rudolph's from always being lit
how could they fly and pull this guy whose weight was 40 stone
his massive size and all the toys were way too much they'd moan
so, they went on strike, no toys from Santa they were sad to say
that made for an extremely unhappy Christmas day
I have never been 40
it's coming soon
it's just around the corner
The big 4-0 looms
I have Never been 40
I haven't got a clue
Will my hair turn grey
How much will I lose?
I have never been 40
What do I do
I've heard all the stories
I don't want to face the truth
I'm turning 40
Goodbye to my youth
Can some one help me
I'm turning 40 and singing the blues
Will I lose my teeth and gum my food
Wear knee high socks?
Watch the news
I'm turning 40
My life is through
What is next
What have I got to look forward to
It's all downhill
Oh God damn
God damn
What to do
I'm turning 40
my life is through
Learn well from the wisest of all
the eternal one who knows all things
plead for understanding so you are obedient
to all of the law from it blessing brings
Give all of your heart to all of this
have delight in being lead so divine
protect me from the way of selfishness
pointing my heart in way of a straight line
Train my eyes to take nothing vain
for vanity is worthless no good at all
instead, look to find life so very full
bringing pleasure so make no fall
Truly be taught of the Lord
live in the knowledge of holy fear
give confirmation of all your promises
draw near so you know it clear
Anxiety fills me with a rear approach
turn it away I confess for good
look upon me with your righteousness
I look to you Lord for spiritual food
(This is my " Psalm 119 project" which I began to write a couple of years ago, so this is the fifth poem of twenty-two poems I've written over that time to cover all of Psalm 119.)
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