Best Boils Down To Poems
I may never know what exactly happened,
but I think I know the why of it
Tadhana…Fate…Destiny…Kismet…
Put it in so many words,
but it all boils down to that.
Tadhana…
shivers down my spine,
tears prickling my eyes,
as I hear once more the story,
the destiny
of two souls
one stormy day in July…
She was being stupid,
crashing into the waves that day
just for the thrill of it
He was being pensive,
reflecting on how those waves
just somehow seemed to soothe him
People slowly left the shores
as dark clouds loomed in the horizon
save for these two souls...
She wasn’t even supposed to be there,
just a spur of the moment thing,
forgetting her other worries
she loved storms, she loved the beach
combine them and for her it was bliss…
He went there for closure,
the 10th year of his brother’s death
trying to accept that he did all he could
he loved him, he loved the beach
but guilt drowned him…
The rains then came down in sheets,
winds whipping, storm waves crashing
she was almost at shore though,
when the undertow pulled her back
He thought he was imagining things,
his brother’s ghost perhaps?
When he saw her again,
and fear was tossed like jetsam
Was she the answer he was seeking for?
His redemption in another form?
Was this the reason why he was here now?
Her only hope for salvation?
Rushing out to sea,
adrenaline rushing through his veins
Faith and Fate working together,
he swam towards her
and as they reached the shore
the winds dropped to a whisper,
the waves went back tickling sand,
the raindrops trickled into drizzles
She was breathing, thank God
He lay beside her, exhausted
She could only thank him with a smile
well, a smile that could match the Sun
and she took his hand...
and put it over her heart
It was not so much that their hands fit perfectly,
but there was something else...
mole on her right ring finger
perfectly aligning
mole on his left ring finger
Tadhana.
Shivers down my spine,
tears prickling my eyes,
as I hear once more the story,
the destiny
of two souls
one stormy day in July…
and of why I am here.
** tadhana is a Tagalog word, it can be translated as fate/destiny/kismet
July 25, 2010
A thousand steps in between
who I was and who I am now
do I wonder about the detours?
do I wish I took the dirt road instead?
Would my path have been smoother if I said no instead of yes?
Would the worries have been less then what they are today?
I guess I’ll never know,
unless I go back in time
choose a different path
choose the least attractive offer and run with it
pipe dreams that is all my journey back in time would be
‘cause I would not have met you
and you would not be reading these words....
Everything in life boils down to an immaculate plan,
it may not be my ideal plan or yours
but in the end the voyage continues
whether we want to or not…
‘Cause it is all part of the bigger picture
and
in that image is your life and mine...
We just got to embrace the journey
no matter how uncertain it might be...
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Contest: Anything Goes
7th Place
Cubozoa, cnidarian invertebrates
Not the jelly you would put on a plate
This cubed shaped medusae, so potent they are
Once stung you will never move far
Their venom so potent that rarely animals survive
If humans are struck they are in fear for their lives
Once it pumps nematocysts into the skin
Be prepared for the pain to begin
If caught in time this can be addressed
Acetic acid has been found to be best
But to look at this species it's hard to believe
That they can end a life as it no longer breathes
In her nature world has she gone to far
That this beautiful blue, in oceans a star
It all boils down to how oblivious we are
If the truth be told, man is the monster
They said there will be days like this
Where my heart refuse to beat
Or my feet refuse to move
I came too far
To want to halt this journey now
My eyes can only see so far
But my faith keeps whispering
You still have a mile to go
I don’t want to quit halfway
And deal with all the questions
That might garner
I will rather take it slow today
Move at my heart's pace
But I refuse to turn around
I refuse to look back
Like someone who regrets
The choices they've made
I will rather deal with the challenges
That each day brings
Than refuse to try
That boils down to refusing to grow
Ultimately when I do look back
I want to see those tears and those broken moments
As elements, that made me; me
They didn’t break me
They fashioned me
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Nightmares, shame, and despair---
You don't go anywhere.
All alone in your mind
even with someone by your side.
You think, "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?"
You thought the hint would be cutting off the phone.
But everyone wants you to release your cares.
The next thing you do is frown and ask, "Where?"
Stinkin' thinkin' is what your mom calls it.
Bad thoughts falling down a bottomless pit.
You wake up hoping those feelings disappear;
but, as usual they end up going nowhere.
You can't seem to get rid of the pain
and in your heart an eternal rain.
No one really knows how you feel
and you have friends that always ask, "What the deal?"
But tomorrow always comes.
Bad days for you, but good for some.
Disparaging words flow in and out of your head.
You're alive but you're living like you're dead!
They're like cobwebs in your mind
that you can't seen to bind.
The hurt is always there
which has always been your fear.
You don't see the destruction your thoughts have created.
Yet relationships were destroyed with the people you've dated.
You allowed your pain to take away time.
Your anger towards others has become the real crime.
It all boils down to that one thing in your past.
A terrible time that from your mind you've yet to cast.
The pain from the physical and spiritual rape
that rolled around in your head like an old videotape.
The abuser was like a father to you
and when it first happened there was nothing you could do.
You felt trapped like you could go nowhere.
His power over you was to instill that fear.
The "fear" is what's wrong
and you must discover another heart song.
Up to this point life hasn't been the best.
Maybe letting go of this is the next test.
There has always been someone that has loved you.
Someone who is capable of taking you through.
He's a Friend that sticks closer than a brother,
Jesus--- a Savior like no other!
If you don't give it to Him so you can thrive
you will plummet to the depths and never survive.
I am stuck in an elevator with Cher, Tina Turner, Bette Midler,
Pink, Miley Cyrus, Taylor Swift and Lady Gaga when
Liza Minnelli drops in from a tiny opening in the roof.
We all scream “LIZA!” and then we whip out our instruments.
To be fair, I do not have one to whip out, but I find a spoon in my purse
And a lid to a small sauce pan.
Please do not ask.
This would add to my embarrassment.
They start saying “how about this one?” until Pink wins.
We sing her songs - all of them, but stop playing in the third set.
“Who is clapping off rhythm?” It boils down to me.
The elevator roof trap door opens and Willie Nelson arrives.
He and I agree we are on rhythm
All the rest of them are off rhythm.
Someone reaches to dial the emergency phone,
but I bite off their hand.
The core of you
Does not float like you think it does
It is anchored in what you believe
You sometimes don’t fathom all of you
Because you reject the reflection
What your mind is telling you
You refuse to acknowledge
That at times floating
Prevents you from taking responsibility
It’s like an emergency exit
That you continually run towards
Whenever life gets tough
You can float all you want
Until one day
The decision will be made for you
Only then will you realise to float
Also boils down to a choice
It might not be in the direction you hoped
But then again you had the choice
But you refused the offer
Because you preferred to float
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When it boils down to the truth taking a platform
the words Jesus speaks deeply to me
Most assuredly I say to you
before Abrabham was I am
there is no one before Him or after Him
In my books He is Alpha and Omega
clearly from this statement our Lord says
I am the first and I am the last
besides Me there is no God
Picking up the stones under blasphemy laws
being a man trying to make yourself a god low key
speaks for itself the worth you attach to life
for what works do you label someone
is it for the value or beliefs held inside
for every attack is on Love by hate
and our King holds the keys of Hades and of Death
I was born in freedom’s graveyard
‘neath a tombstone where my name scarred
the edifice, cold stone and bone hard,
wrapped was I in burning flag.
An empty stomach, angry, held tight
Another hand to clutch the long night
Another head fixed ‘twixt the gun sight
Just one more toe to tag.
Raised by ashes in dirt and dust
cutting teeth then flesh on rust
they send to teach me what is just
the oppressors’ fists to kiss me.
And when I drink their awful wrath
kicked down that darkly chosen path
I’ll see it boils down to math –
how many I take with me.
Never expected to find you
So much I wanted to tell you
Actually boils down to a warm thank you
Your glowing smile I can still picture
Still remember your laughter
You seemed much older and wiser
In your eyes that deep piercing look
Revealed the wisdom of an old soul’s book
Maybe even the charm of an angel’s hook
Touching lives with your sprinkle of gold
We were so young, barely twelve years old
To this day, I remember through times of strife
How you had a lasting impact on my life
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
I heard it percolating and I just knew it would be a most special cup
Every morning I anticipatedly go and wash out my old cup from the day before
The dread of doing dishes is always before me and with my meager income
Who can afford a maid anyways? Right?
I sit down to write as I do almost every morning
And through the steam from my coffee cup I saw him
Yes I did!
And you cannot convince me otherwise!
I saw Jesus right there in the middle of my coffee cup!
His reflection was brilliant and I almost saw his eyes of blue
I was smiling like never before and he was simply smiling back at me
Mona Lisa ain't got nothing on my Lord's smile!
And his smile is priceless too.
His smile is the only thing I long to see any time, anywhere, you name it!
Basically, what it boils down to is this...
You can find Jesus in anything if you really focus
I know I do!
Well, I gotta go now and enjoy my first and last cuppa coffee for the day!
gwendolen rix
1-15-15
Tried abstaining but my morals shifted
I observed that my curves were God-gifted
Hey, it ain't that complex
It all boils down to sex
I used to be Snow White but I drifted
Author: Mae West - One of the first liberated ladies
Quote: "I used to be Snow White but I drifted"
Frank's contest
How we choose to live our life
And treat others
Good or bad
Happy or sad
All boils down to
Attitude.
For attitude is important
If you want to get on in life
You'll never please everyone
This is true
But a good positive attitude
May get you through
Life's varying terrain.
In some public places and while shopping
I often find assistants unfriendly and crude
Having such a bad attitude
Can affect our mood
It amazes me how some make a living by
Scowling not smiling looking so miserable
And not friendly and giving.
While others are so warm their attitude is good
It's a real shame
Everyone's attitude is not the same
But a the world becomes a much colder place
Bad attitude to everything shows it's ugly face
For to me
Attitude s everything.
Peter Dome.Copyright.2015.May.
These countries that preach about hating terrorism
supports such acts financially overturning basic rights
Strong statements without knowledge carry little value
look to the bright side where trust is lacking
Intelligence has next to no faith if used backwards
manipulating talks takes these shady turns to falsely accuse
The twisting of classified information brews with soaring energy costs
liars harbour ungodly thoughts towards the truth
rocketing prices drawing on borderlines
Power carries a huge human sacrifice to achieve its goal
bloodbaths feed the rich, it all boils down to creating fear
Politically working on people to accept mayhem
this deal signed incorrectly against peace proves one thing
sins are passed on with this false identity shaping justice
Acceptance seems to be the new tolerance ignored
tortured like dogs victims say evil will fall in the end
no good ways erode democratic views to hold council
Freedom of speech in its uniform is under attack
opinion under pubic scrutiny paints this horrid picture
where good is considered ugly for being honest
When it boils down to the truth taking a platform
the words Jesus speaks deeply to me
Most assuredly I say to you before Abrabham was I am
there is no one before Him or after Him
In my books He is Alpha and Omega
clearly from this statement our Lord says
I am the first and I am the last
besides Me there is no God
Picking up the stones under blasphemy laws
being a man trying to make yourself a god low key
speaks for itself the worth you attach to life
For what works do you label someone
is it for the value or beliefs held inside
for every attack is on Love by hate
and our King holds the keys of Hades and of Death