We celebrate holidays,
Or we do not,
For personal reasons.
(That’s all that we’ve got.)
To some, it’s religion
That drives them to pray,
While others like following
Customs that they
Have observed since their childhoods.
For me, that’s the case
And certain traditions
I like to embrace.
To honor connections
With those in the past,
I’ll light special candles;
Tomorrow, I’ll fast.
The only true lesson
To me, on this eve,
Is it’s nobody’s business
What we each believe.
Believe
I will not allow people
To let me down
I want people
To treat me
The same way
I treat them
I just want to be
Respected by
You guys
I don’t think that is
Too much to ask
What about you
I wish you would believe
In something
But you don't
Yes money is your God
Also you say that money
Grows on tree
That is wrong
You say you can buy people
With money
To be your friends
You can't
Believe when the road is long,
Believe when the night is cold,
Believe when the world says no,
And your dreams seem hard to hold.
For faith can move a weary heart,
And hope can light the darkest way.
What seems impossible today
May become your joy someday.
So believe in what you carry,
Believe in the strength within.
The journey may be difficult,
But you were born to begin.
LET BELIEVE
Walk with faith,
believing in yourself each day,
Trust the above; let doubt drift away.
What is meant for you will come
without struggle in its time,
Just like a river
that flows in rhythm and rhyme.
Rosey RMV 12 September 2026
seek beauty in being
feel the loving faith in omnipresent Supreme
inspiring
bathe, radiate
softness of the silver moonbeam
relate
swan song
fulfill a dream
long
seek beauty in being
softness of the silver moonbeam
long
You have to believe in something,
In California more than in Paris,
To the market gardener more than to the philosopher,
To the gendarme more than to the thief,
in the countryside more than in the city,
You have to believe in heaven,
More than in hell, however hot it may be
To the rondeau more than to the sonnet,
You have to believe in something,
to Marie Claire more than to Julie,
to the Big Dipper more than to the sun,
To silence more than any noise,
in California more than in Paris.
"Sometimes there are No feelings, just words that talk very loud." By Poet
Come let me tell you a story,
about a want to be writer.
A young girl's notebook filled,
filled with her writings.
How a teacher put her and her writings down,
letting the class laugh at her work.
She knew she had something to say,
even if they did not believe in her.
She believed in herself,
even when the world was in doubt.
She used ink as her paints for painting,
on her canvas called paper.
She learned about rhymes and limericks,
along with verse, acrostic and more.
So many styles to choose from,
what was a girl to do?
Just write more for her readers,
telling stories in her poems.
She loved how her magical words,
seemed to go dancing across the paper.
When she found PoetrySoup,
she felt like she had come home.
Other writers to help her learn,
even correcting her from time to time.
Comments to inspire her,
bringing out her creativity and imagination.
A true writer writes from their heart,
never letting anyone stop them.
Dare to dream, to believe
A believing heart isn’t naive
Source of hope, promise to relieve
Every fear, each tear will leave
Wiped away – please don’t grieve
So soon, in heaven we’ll perceive
Not it be, make believe
back to your hometown, lost
my childhood house, loss
once a favorite spot
in nature that feels like home at cost
a personal state getting back lost
loosed clock
uncosted lost on a vacate lot
my childhood house, loss
condemn, yuck
all, ahhh!! shucks
Can it truly be
make believe, Not it be,
8/24/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
Everything I Try,
I Make It Worse.
Not Again!
Stop Trying.
It's A Test!
Yeah, Failed To Try!
Try Not...
To Be Upset!
Trivial Triviality;
Terrible Trifles!
Everything's Different
From What Anyone
Would Do, If They
Were Me.
A++.
-Gray Squirrel
08-19-2026
There is torment who tells you nothing except that you are worthy of the devil's persecution,
Elocution might disarm it, but in the beginning it haunts you until you turn to some comfort,
Some illicit comfort that convinces you the pain was a dream and not a nightmare,
In the recesses of stillness and the rest that eludes us, there is a torment that knows us by name,
And hat4es us just the same,
But in the end,
A man who is the first and the last,
Knows a way out,
Find him, grab his garment and let go for absolutely nothing,
Least of all that itch that begs you to scratch it,
And start the game anew,
God love you,
Hold onto Jesus,
And be free.
Would You Now?
It's A Hard Nut
To Crack!
It's Better
That Way.
How Nutty!
Right?
Soothing Refreshment
Free At The Well...
I'll Try The Bucket
See What I Draw...
I'm Always Wrong,
Maybe; Right OR
Wrong...
For Certain
I just wanna fly away
From the places
Things and people
That breaks me
Slow me down
Or give me a setback.
I believe one day
I'll get out of the dark
Back on my feet
Picking myself
From the bottom
Straight to the top.
I believe I'll get there
Where I want to be
If I keep moving towards
My direction relentlessly
With a solid mindset
Steadily focusing on my goals.
Here I found my peace of mind
I’m a facebook freak
In dark waters of my time
I can swim or sink
No one watches me when I
Languidly pass through
Posts of groups to which I’m signed
And some posts of you
I’m a scapegoat to the world
So I don’t talk much
If they need to share absurd
I am out of touch
Sharing mostly pleasant sights
I’m a facebook soul
I believe in you, despite
You’re not here at all
Once upon a time there were
Two of us, now one
Then one day comes down a blur
And there will be none.
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