This day belongs to you. Don't listen
to the complaining in the storm
or the straining in the shrouds.
These things were put here for you.
Discover the pattern they reveal,
Follow the direction in which they tend.
And, soon or late, you will arrive
in the calm harbor of the intention
you had before you were born.
So, set your sail to the prevailing wind,
and let the sea take you.
It's not your business to make motion.
You are not the current nor the waves.
Your task is to turn your face to the morning
and steer your craft into the sun.
Christopher M. Swan 2008
May we all be blessed to one day put aside our fear and prejudices
our bullets, bombs and guns…
and realize I belong to you…
you belong to me
and everyone…
belongs to everyone.
I FEEL THE STARLIGHT KISS MY FACE
FOR IT TONIGHT IS IN YOUR PLACE
AS YOU THINK ONLY NEW IS BRIGHT
YOU LEFT ME -ERE IN BITTER HASTE
ANOTHER ONE YOU HOLD TONIGHT
WAS SHE YOUR CHOICE OR IS IT SPITE
I AM THEIONE WITH EYES OF BLUE
AND HAIR OF GOLD, A FINE DELIGHT
I AM THE ONE WHO WOULD BE TRUE
DID YOU QUITE MISS MY SIMPLE QUE
I SMILED AT YOU WITH DIMPLED CHEEK
I THINK YOU TASTE BUT BITTER BREW
PLEASE HONOR ME AND HEAR ME SPEAK
I THINK OF YOU AND BECOME WEAK
WE FIT LIKE A WHITE,SILKEN GLOVE
FOR YOU I LOVE, TIS YOU I SEEK.
If I can hear a seed sprout,
See therein spread of a tree,
Hear a bud blossoming,
Can a fruit too therein see,
See in life eternal youth,
Can see Him behind all this
In all His manifoldness,
Unto me belongs the Truth,
Unto me and those like me
That see beyond ‘me and mine’.
___________________
Musings |01.12.2024| Truth, nature, spiritual
Do you move in pack?
People does!...
People of the same interest
Same religion
Many by societal
Others by muse
Everyone belongs to a group
Knowingly or unknowingly.
Even lions and wolves
Moves in pack
Supporting each other
Hunting another
While protecting one and another
Against external forces
Fiercely and fearlessly from time to time.
People come together
For a common goal
Either for good or evil
Supporting each other
Positively or negatively
Moving around together
Striving and thriving
Protecting their common interest.
We were two pathetic fools
who believed in fables,
but our fable wasn't real;
oh, can these deep wounds heal?
We thought everything would be really fine,
we didn't have a plan, we weren't that wise;
nothing belongs to us, not even memories,
nothing belongs to us, and we regret all lies!
We burned kisses one August night, hot was the fire;
now, we look at each other without showing a surprise!
Lips are meant to be kissed,
arms are meant to be held;
we are two islands unreachable and cold...
we won't break the silence with a word!
Nothing belongs to us, this is very sad;
nothing belongs to us, we threw away all we had!
To be one soul takes a strong commitment,
true lovers always stay together to avoid regret!
my sea
it belongs to me
and my boat
i float
clarity of sealife
wee bit of strife
this byzantine ocean
crystalline of emotion
sand slips
as hourglass scripts
i love the tug
time’s tender hug
riveting
the boat pivoting
as I change roles
and slip into soles
souls of the long moon
in sway and swoon
what’s underneath
the soulful wreath
victory, how long is life
what portion of me, a wife
a mother, a sister, an other
eventually death will smother
but for now I rock the boat
tip it over and float
I belong to the sea
It belongs to me
They say the journey to adulthood is supposed to be a slow coming of age process that allows the time to contemplate what role we’ll play in our future. We check off all the options. Burn out some brain cells in college or maybe find that ‘special someone’ and take a few years to plan a life. One sunny day in May of 1975, a recruiter asked “Why Not?” I replied, “Might as well.” Two days later some drill sergeant in a Smokey the Bear hat was screaming his bad breath into my face. Growing up only took 48 hours.
You will never know
Til you spread your wings and try—
Sweet taste of freedom
Who belongs where,
And who owns what?
The answer depends on how far back you go,
And who you talk to,
To justify your view.
It used to be there were places,
That were still open spaces,
We could drive those who we thought unworthy of occupying places,
Anywhere near our faces.
Now there are people in those places,
In those spaces,
Who object to all those new faces,
Coming into their spaces,
Because we do not like their faces.
But take heart there is a solution for every problem,
And with this one money will not be a problem.
All we need to do is fit those faces into a sports team,
To let off steam,
That gives them and us a reason to celebrate,
With beers by the crate,
Winning combinations that belong together,
And open spaces where all can gather.
All praise belongs to Christ Jesus
All praise belongs to the Lord
Let us share peace and love friends
Because we are all sons and daughters of God
All praise belongs to Christ Jesus
All praise belongs to the Lord
Let us preach the word of God
In many towns and villages
All praise belongs to Christ Jesus
All praise belongs to the Lord
Tell pagans , liars , Idolaters , robbers
And Witches to come the Lord
May 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Christ
There is a river flowing deep inside of me
there is a river flowing deep inside of you
Take us both through that prosperous journey and be true
for deep within your soul and mine is a river that flows freely;
The cadence of your heart is a jewel to your name
the lanterns of your soul are light you can't defame
there is a river that flows straight to you dear affectionate one
there is a river that flows into the realm of your mind
and oh what a precious find,
when you find that the same river that flows inside of me
also flows inside of you *
Sweetened are the heavens when two hearts collide
sweeter still when they dance beneath the stars
and walk towards the blazing sun.
There is a river, yes there is a river and it belongs
to everyone, even you and I.
At the gates of heaven, Ras-Putin went
But he was told paradise couldn't ascent
For with the angels he couldn't go along
Thus people like him to hell they belong!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
22 March 2022
-
Defend Ukraine!
Defend Peace!
Defend the world!
Mountain is where my soul belongs,
Biking around with soothing songs.
It’s a better place to live,
With pretty views and nothing to give.
Nothing to worry about,
Going where takes you the route.
Snow falling onto your hair,
Purity in the heart and air.
Walking across the streets,
Where the rivers meet.
With powers vying to have us ruled
The lull of liberty has us fooled
The rich and mighty sweep it all
And callused hands are rarely jewelled
Walking home I kick the stones. I kick the dirt as well.
Today a life changed but not for me, for someone, someone else.
I see the birds fly into the tree, I listen to their songs. I see the children play in the street and pray that they all one day find true love.
The world plays out on my tv and I think that I know. I chose a path where instantly good dies and bad belongs.
I walk up the garden path at this my childhood home.
My mother sees red stains on my jacket sleeves and asks what have I become?
I sit on the old settee and she turns the tv on.
A sound of sirens moves closer to me and she stares in silence and concern.
I smile, I drink the tea as shadows fill the door.
I turn and ask one question before my life changes so drastically:
‘When’s the weather on?’
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.