Best Authentic Poems
Intuitive
with a friendly, caring nature, I am imaginative and spiritual.
I share my home nest with my older brother, adult son and soulmate.
I love antiques, dancing and spontaneous adventures on ATVs.
I feel sorrow for humanity, but gratitude and love are my home emotions.
I fear ignorance, the medical community and for my son's life after I pass.
I would rejoice to see brotherhood lived in global peace and equality.
Resident brat of all in the U.S. Army world, I lack a hometown.
Authentic
... CayCay
February 3, 2019
Quality Versus Quantity seems to be a reason for debate,
Although I don't know why or who would even hesitate
To set aside and place quality in a class much preferred,
Since quantity is a number and over quality, seems absurd.
When we think of friends, it's not the number of, the amount,
But rather the quality of our friends that does only count.
True friends are less in number but true ones always care,
While all the rest when you need them, won't likely be there.
I have to chuckle at all those who seek followers and likes,
Not looking for quality but quantity for their mood spikes.
I'd rather have a few who I know are supportive and true,
Than a gazillion who could really care less about what I do.
It seems in this world fake and artificial are in favour,
Leaving those who choose real as the element to savour,
As fewer in number and are becoming fewer, rarer every day,
But of the few I'd rather be; the fake game, I'll not ever play.
Written by Artsieladie/Sharon Donnelly
©2018-05-03 10:54:00 (EDT)
All rights reserved.
Authentic beauty cannot diminish.
Eternally flowering grandeur,
Her inner, jeweled kingdom: Love.
Matchless nature of personal quality
Radiates such that unknown viewers
Would xerox your zeal.
11/11/2021
For Alphabet Soup Poetry Contest
As a child my mother told me,
that I had a unpleasant disposition.
And I was told that I needed to be,
familiar with the Act of Contrition.
When my full name was in use,
I knew that I was in trouble.
Not having an appropriate excuse,
I ran out the back door, on the double.
I was reminded that I was the difficult one.
And my older brother was the prince.
He was always the perfect son.
It has remained the same, ever since.
Soon after getting married, I found out,
that my husband wanted me to change.
He had issues we needed to talk about.
Telling me that my way of thinking was strange.
I was so glad that he brought that to light.
How could I have missed it for so long?
I knew just how to make it right.
And I proceeded to make it all wrong.
If I had known how to become,
the person that they wanted me to be.
I would have surely overcome,
what it was that led to my being me.
Why couldn't I just be myself?
Isn't that what most people do?
Not put themselves up on a shelf.
Hiding what was authentic and true.
Over the years, could no one see,
the sadness and hurt deep inside?
That I only knew how to be me.
No matter how hard I tried.
AUTHENTIC
There should be a doorway to love -
Some scabbard-hungry sabre to declare
What is not mine, is yours
Bawling infant of the bawdy air,
Trinketing loneliness into the poor’s
Ardent threshold set with jewels rare -
Beryl and ruby; a diamond lures
Only the owner and not the loved pair.
Be one with the child of my cures
You are, you are the authentic heir.
Be with me, child of the midnight hours,
Be thou my confession in the mode of care.
Love me to death, my own creative power,
Be my own child, beyond compare.
Mirrored intentions
reflected projection
generators of energy
manifests creativity
true faces shown
beyond masked pretension
hidden behind walls
of self protection
honest communication
brings inner elation
freedom to be
who you are naturally
stripped naked to the core
exposed for all to see
strength and vulnerability
emotional bonds connected
relationships affected
personal truths rejected
expressing true interests
in depth exchanges
love and respect
for family and friends
remembering yourself
without neglect
inner light shines through
drawing positive people to you
listening to what is being said
with an open heart and mind
responding with feeling
reflected in meaning
energy currents of mutual flow
from one another authentic in soul.
My love for you is ecstasy
Veracity, no fantasy,
With all my passion,
Forever bound upon our souls,
Delivered in delightful goals,
Pleasing our fashion.
written on
04/20/2012
authentic nature
sooths my mystical spirit ...
trash distracts us both
Our current situation,
in the evolution of our species,
is one in which the ego has forgotten its true role in the psyche
and has usurped the role of central regulator. Carl Jung
Sometimes the best gift you can give yourself
is to forgive yourself
for not thinking and feeling and acting
like your healthiest self
on your best day.
Set yourself down in an empty therapy chair,
but keep your interdependent biosystem dancing,
choose your words to yourself kindly
with active curiosity
as your body reminds
rewinds
revisits
remembers
your listening empty-chaired mind
I'm exhausted by your confusion
about what you would actually need
to be healthy
and what you think you should want
to feel better about your lack of integrity
lack of compassion
lack of self-and-other-respect
lack of curiosity
and maybe something like
lack of reverence for life,
too much severance
from considering the probabilities
of a feeling-wealthy death.
I want to be free of your insatiable craving
to be appreciated
even by those you don't appreciate,
to be recognized
even by those you don't know,
and adored
despite your incapacity to feel adoration.
Why do you wander off
and leave me neglected
malnourished
dehydrated
bereft
uncared for
unappreciated
uncelebrated
unadored
neglected,
verbally abused?
So, please share with me,
what do you feel you personally need
as informed by your own past experience
on your best trauma-free day
doing your physical
and mental
and political
and economic
and social
and environmental
healthy
loving kindness best?
When memories of your past haunts you still
Thinking of what’s ahead in your future
Be here in the moment you must in-still
Mindful of your thoughts and actions suture
Caring and giving your all for your love
Neglecting to appreciate oneself
Love yourself first and love God from above
Put love in everything’s good in itself
Yet, how to have authentic happiness?
To be mindful of what is here and now
Live this moment and make it your business
Commit to oneself and make it a vow!
To appreciate and love yourself first
Glorifying God and quenching your thirst!
There is no ----
'I'
only 'We'
****A 3-1-3 syllable haiku (a personal creation for a haiku?)****
Shackled from my destiny
a cheap copy of originality
Crumbled pieces of a masterpiece
Thoughts enslaved to poverty
Anxiously waiting
Struggling and anticipating
To meet the authentic, me
My misery
Does not limit me
From my true Identity
The very thing that is wrong with me
Thrusts out what’s right with me
I denounce the lie
That guided my life
My destiny
is my true authenticity
The world’s challenges
truly can be rectified;
Authentic virtues.
Nice nude notes
Vice votes
Rote
True takes time
Roast rhymes
Chimes
Spread sweet sums
Clear comes
Hum
Meet mind maps
Trust traps
Snap
Joy juice jumps
Lust lumps
Thumbs
Give grand gifts
Love lifts
Sifts
Wise words will
Taste thrills
Spills
See sweet spots
Light lot
Plot
Make moves meek
Sight seeks
Peak
Rich rest rooms
Bright blooms
Zoom
Play primes peace
Etch ease
Lease
Leon Enriquez
12 March 2016
Singapore
She feels fake, a skilled adult impostor
constantly fostering a false decorum.
Her life stirs in seasons of autumn
but her grown-up has yet to blossom.