Some folks I know achieve that beautiful approach
To compliment the fables they’ve been told
They’re able to fall down the rabbit hole
Which doesn’t mean they’re sleeping on the couch
Their Wonderland is always at the service
How did they do it, I don’t have a clue
This harsh reality, is it a wonder too?
If so, it’s not the book I’d like to purchase
Each wonder has its aim, so what is mine
Has never been occurred in my mind
I’ll be so very grateful if you tell
But I am in the dark, you cannot hear
And even if you do, you are not near
No wonder pushes me down through the well..
So beautiful you are, like a moon shining you are bright each moment in time.
So beautiful you are, you make all the moment in time feel special and memorable with all your acts of kindness.
So beautiful you are, spreading love, joy and forgiveness, making us all feel cleansed with your actions to heal us.
Heal us from all our wounds, wounds from the one who wants us to be crucified in this life.
So beautiful you are, to make us, to allow us time to grow to learn to make everything right with life.
For Jesus told us that we are all on our paths, each with a mission, walking through life and home to God's house.
So beautiful the ways to God, lifting all our love and intentions for healing and positive outcomes.
Love you are the way, you can make each day more beautiful with love and kindness, and leading a path forward home to God.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Always second
Never first
Always an option
Never chosen
Always an acquaintance
Never a friend
Always okay
Never enough
Always the listener
Never the listened to
Always good.
Never the greatest.
Why is it always that I stand in someone else’s shadow?
Why am I always hiding behind the group?
Following along the the grass while everyone else walks along the sidewalk
Always asking what happened? while everyone else already is over it
Never included in the secrets
Never invited out
Never heard
Never wanted.
Why is it that I can’t ever seem to keep up?
Can’t fit into the group completely
Never feeling included
Maybe it is my own doing
Maybe it is my fault
I have different interests
Different hobbies
Maybe I am not pretty enough
The scale is too high to be defined as attractive
That must be it
Never enough.
It's always the same liar,
who spoils the fun with boos;
he wants to break the rules;
who thinks that's fair?
Do you have any friends
who inspire trust,
who share the cost
of painful tragedies?
Do they fool you with silly grins?
Have you fallen victim to their tricks?
No, no, there's no fondness
as that of mother and son;
disappointment brings you down!
No, no, it's always the same liar
who spoils the fun with boos
and wants to set the rules:
who thinks that's fair?
You can judge
and criticize.
Never, never ask me if I agree,
I have put it all out there;
for anyone who will care;
hang me on a tree for spite
and make me suffer in agony.
Nothing will change
for the one feeling the rage.
Always, always help someone
who has fallen into the dark abyss,
saving even one from death is bliss,
keep that friend closer
than a teddy bear;
he won't ever be alone,
his joy he'll share.
You can judge
and criticize.
for a
always green those leaves
until Autumn’s rearrange -
fluttering jewels
Perhaps, once unlocked, one finds
Apps are rooms behind the blinds
Wallpapers comfort the eyes
Echo-chambers respin lies
Trash can always be retrieved
Flashed memories, not believed
More and more, you are alone
You're always home with your phone
My heart is broken today with news that's rocked the world on death of this beautiful angel
D olly you were earth’s beautiful angel
O h today you’ll be leading heavens choir
L oved you ~ always will love you
L ord you took the best home, reunited with her hubby
Y ou ~ are a legend beyond other legends, your memory lives on
P lease Lord give Dolly a hug from me
A lways will be the poet your music inspired me to be
R eally the world mourns your loss today
T hank you for the music from your poetic heart
O h you fought to the end ~ your faith in your Saviour so strong
N ever has a woman advocated for other woman ~ to go for their dreams
Ending with my message from my heart on this sad day
“ Forever loved ~ forever in this Scottish heart of mine “
Your Quote Dolly “ Pour yourself a cup of ambition “ by Dolly Parton
I’m doing that today ~ I’m dreaming big thank you
R.I.P. Beautiful Soul fly high Dolly Parton
Written in love and appreciation
By Scottydotti_the_poet
I broke a glass last night.
And in that loud, terrifying crash,
I was eight years old again -
watching yogurt drip onto the kitchen tile,
so small, and so completely sure
that this mistake meant I deserved to die.
I ran up the stairs
and hid in the dark,
wrapping my arms around myself
in a desperate, suffocating hug.
I rocked back and forth,
choking on hot, silent tears,
pounding little fists into my thighs
because I had to pay for what I did.
One beat, two beats -
it was never enough.
I tore at my own hair,
clawed deep into my skin,
so that in the mirror -
as blood dripped down my body
and purple lumps swelled to the surface -
I could finally see the reflection
of who I was:
a monster.
Shakespearean Sonnet
The waves still roll and crash upon the shore,
and trees grow old and tumble to the ground
~ forever means the same just like before,
except that now...it circles all around.
The memories of years are joined as one
and always is a promise never made,
as fate will follow everywhere we run
to mix within the silence it invades.
So fickle is the future as it holds
the secrets of our lives already known;
within the heart of truths that it enfolds
where hidden seeds of absolutes are grown.
But ~ what of waves and trees we've never seen?
Could they still be just always as they've been...
(Mom ~ April 1930 - August 2026)
Inspiration:
Inspired by the “Footprints in the Sand” tradition—the enduring idea that when only one set of footprints remains, it is because the Divine is carrying us through our darkest hour.
—The Weight of Mercy—
I turned my years back down the seaward strand,
where joy had once impressed its double trace;
But when the dark unloosed me from its hand,
one print alone lay solemn in its place.
I deemed that single furrow spoke of doom,
and read Heaven’s silence as a sealed decree;
Yet grief, self-crowned, within my inward gloom,
arraigned the unseen for what mine eyes could see.
Then came one night when one brief sentence fell
through all the citadels I built so strong,
and where my failing breath could scarcely dwell,
I felt a strength that bore my soul along;
till, looking back, the furrows seemed to shine:
My feet were mine—the strength that bore me, Thine.
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(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 3–9, 2026)
They bargain with tomorrow as though tomorrow were a stranger,selling every sunrise for another effortless night.
They mistake fear for respect,silence for loyalty,and broken hearts for trophies of intelligence.
They sharpen every promise into another useful blade,never noticing that every cut leaves a scar upon the hand that holds it.
The future keeps careful accounts.
It remembers every friendship discarded,every kindness mocked,every bridge burned simply to admire the flames.
Power is a rented room.Time is the landlord.
One day the echoes return wearing familiar faces.
Doors remain closed.Voices grow distant.Even victory tastes of asheswhen no one remainsto witness it.
The greatest deceptionis not the lie told to another,but the lie whispered inward:
"I will never need anyone."
Years answer differently.
The mirror grows older.The kingdom grows smaller.
The applause becomes memory.
At last, there is only one companion left—
the future self,
waiting patiently among the ruins,
to inherit every debt the past refused to pay.
You are the beat of my heart
The thrum in my bones
The light in my soul
You make me feel my best,
And my worst
- The puppeteer at the end of my strings.
You are always so out of reach
One step ahead
A ghost
A ghoul
A dream
You are no more than a cloud in a breeze
A leaf getting swept downstream
- The end of a rainbow.
You live in my heart
And haunt my dreams
You hide in my memories
I am always longing for your touch
To feel your hand in mine
lips against mine
I hope that someday
I will be the beat of your heart
The thrum in your bones
The light in your soul
I hope that someday
I will be your always
We know all insecure men tend to fail abysmally at coping with suffering.
Their misogyny is boundless and they wonder why we view them with disdain.
It’s senseless for men to even bother innocent women shopping at the store.
Their mothers should’ve just walked through those abortion clinic doors.
Note: This poem is about incels, a population of violent young adult men that I will never respect.
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