i’m not sure of who i am going to be.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
i have many many dreams, some big and some little.
but, it always comes back to one.
i lay awake at night thinking of my dream and how i yearn to reach it.
every night like a hand out stretched to grab and take ahold of my dream.
never to release it.
as i get older i realize the intensity of my dream.
each day i get closer to the possibility of living it.
i’m not sure of how it will go or how it will happen.
but that’s how it is supposed to be right?
Categories:
astra, destiny, future, i am,
Form: Free verse
If you look in my eyes and see a man without self confidence
Know that I have lived a lifetime without common sense
Because every time I have fallen I have gotten back to my feet
Refusing to give in and refusing to accept defeat
I told myself it was not my fate to live with the burden of body weight
And that I could no longer live day to day shackled to self hate
And though each day was so very hard I overcame what left me scarred
Once again building strength that has given me something to guard
For every mistake I made there may be a lesson to be learned
And if made only once then perhaps there's faith to be earned
When from a stumbling rookie was born a competent teacher
Who grabbed the brass ring with skill and became a feature
If you look in my eyes you will see a man who has learned a lot in life
And every adversity no matter how big or small contributed to strife
That has molded me into a better man than I was when I got back to my feet
Just so I can proudly say, "ad astra per aspera. And I do not accept defeat."
Categories:
astra, encouraging, growth, how i
Form: Couplet
astra travel
silver nor gold
non I have
but I got a soul
that heals me
and now I touch
a voice through
the contact of the heart
as the
soul travel to heal
another soul with love
astra travel
great wealth and riches
non is under my possession
as a common man I am
yet my soul is richer
than what human can gave
if all needed for life
lies on nature
then we all need a touch
of healing
so with my soul
I connect to the innocent
world wide
stand up
weak up
touch another soul
is time for healing
let another soul be heal again
Categories:
astra, africa, blessing, cheer up,
Form: Epic
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Categories:
astra, writing,
Form: Verse
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong' by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for far off places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity
for honour or depravity,
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
the majesty of dales and hills,
for space may aggravate our ills.
Categories:
astra, writing,
Form: Verse
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Categories:
astra, science fiction,
Form: Verse
Plentiful the storeroom as I return my kit
Everything an Airman needed for a career
Returned this last day
Air Force veteran is my new name
Retired medically for service injuries
Duty to Queen and Country
Until I could no more
And still it hurts to walk away
Aviation was my life’s passion
Destined to this career
Administrative duties
School, and a new beginning
Training and development consultant
Reinvented myself again
Airman always in my heart, until my life’s end.
© 2014 CM Davidson
Note (for the contest "Beginnings Matter" (Richard Lamoureux):
This first poem was somewhat intimidating, as I had not written in several years (almost two decades) for personal reasons. Deciding to submit this poem was actually quite cathartic (once I finally hit the submit button), as it signified that I had moved beyond what silenced my pen. Not only that, but the content of the poem signified a large portion of my life having come to a close and with closure came reality. That was more intimidating than putting proverbial pen to paper; reality is, once I came to that realization, I felt pretty good about posting this initial poem to "the Soup".
Categories:
astra, military,
Form: Acrostic
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong' by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for far off places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity
for honour or depravity,
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
the majesty of dales and hills,
for space may aggravate our ills.
*Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
**'through adversity to the stars,' the motto of the Royal Air Force.
Categories:
astra, history, space,
Form: Couplet
...inspired by 'Science-Fiction Cradlesong'
by C.S. Lewis
Were we to try for heaven,
by dust and stars be riven
to lust for foreign places
where we might find strange faces,
the cost could be pre-emptive,
marginalize incentive.
In tubes of strengthened metal,
to demonstrate our mettle,
at speeds defying gravity,
(for honour or depravity?)
unknown manifestations
might try and test our patience.
Distances beyond our ken,
regions never seen by men,
from earth's fair confines to the skies,
is this judicious? ...is it wise?
Black as ink and unappealing,
drear is this infinite ceiling!
Perhaps we should be circumspect,
think twice before we genuflect,
raise space to a divinity,
but worship what we sense and see,
what price landscapes, dales and hills?
Space may aggravate our ills.
Note: Lewis died in 1963, 6 years before man landed on the moon.
Categories:
astra, space
Form: Rhyme