Best Change Of Mind Poems
I once thought of winter as the grave,
Of all the seasons, it wouldn’t behave.
Always bitter, never would it save,
Grimacing and weeping, though quite brave.
Musings of hearths and blazing fires,
Held my thoughts, my heart’s desires.
Warming my bones from Winter’s satires,
Birds chirping from frosty nests despite kindly lairs.
I always felt the chill of the season’s snows,
All the way into my bones as my blood slows,
Reflecting darkest anguish who’d expose,
Suffering sentiments, my feelings mostly froze.
Thoughts of springtime would silence my soul,
Bringing me stirrings of laughter to console.
Despite the dark days, the nights of burning coal,
My heart was breaking beneath my self-control.
I never realized that even Winter has her beauty,
She isn’t like spring or summer with their booty,
Autumn doesn’t seem as chilling, though so fruity,
Her blankets of snow paint a land so heavy duty.
Beneath her flakes, showering the heart with bliss,
She feels like a light, glistening in shadows, a kiss,
Risking the dance to trembling, happenstance, she’ll miss…
All the wonder found in the plunder when we reminisce.
Thus, as time left me with understanding, I became…
In love with Winter, the bitter chill, the endless flame,
A blazing fire, a warm cup of tea, a feeling that came…
To carry me through this frosty season of joy to proclaim!
I claimed ---and passionately---
that I'd never have a small dog,
much less one with "poo" in its name.
Not for me yappy Yorkies, shivering Chihuahuas,
shaky Shih Tzus, or terrible terriers.
Give me a wolfhound, a Dane, a mastiff,
a dog with paws like saucers,
a bark like thunder, and a tail like a whip,
(Christmas tree be damned!)
I prefer drooling retrievers, dignified shepherds.
hard-working setters, lumbering Bernards.
With this firmly in mind,
I went puppy shopping today.
Meet my Maltipoo.
Cujo.
(I haven't lost my mind completely.)
re-post inspired by Cindi contest
Pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy
Resolute and true
eternal life in view
Our pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy
A life passionate,yet pure
A promise so sure
On pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy
Creating compassion
learning His lesson
Our pathway to joy
paved gold not alloy
That stiff-neckedness; that boulder-like stoneness
The so-called track-travel; that perfection-proneness
The 'looking-down-upon' others as backboneless
That sharp surety of sheer, shadowless shallowness
All came to a standstill like a train on a halt.
I felt something stopping my voluntary vault.
'Take it easy'—I heard the inner self prompting.
'There's a need for reciprocating and bonding.
Perfectionism has high streams of expectations.
Thoughtlessness fills and fixes all fluctuations.
Critical, unrealistic ruthless morals
Leads to my depression, unmet goals, and laurels.
Fear, failure, procrastination, low self-esteem
Nullity and nothingness enter a clear stream.
Like a wounded dove amidst vultures, I suffer.
The environmental zeitgeist turns stone tougher.
I should be calm, cool, and consciously cogitate.
To follow out, I must mindfully meditate.
Thus, like a serene, solemn stream searching the sea
I plunged into the hunt for my lost true 'me.
Shedding that glittering gift-paper-wrapped spirit
And securing a supple self to my merit
This change of mind has now taken on newer roots.
In my thoughts, words, and deeds, bringing abundant fruits
I've been a Christian for sixty years now,
introvert, I longed for Jesus to return
More often my prayers went something like this:
come
come, Lord
come quickly
come fill our thirst
come, spotless Bridegroom
come, take your bride away
come, conclude your covenant
come, set up your earthly kingdom
come, show your pow’r over death and sin
even so,
Lord Jesus, come
More recently, making the Lord's will, my vow,
Jesus has shown me my lack of concern
revealing where selfish thoughts were amiss:
go
go, Child
go give hope
go day by day
go, my dearest bride
go, love hungry people
go, make them my disciples
go, train them in obedience
go and I will be with you always
trust Me
in divine strength, go
Despite walking through darkness
There’s a light at the end of this
Despite these thoughts
I know things can get better
Always wishing I could be dead
When I need more sleep
Asking for a bullet to the head
When I need more time to think
To think about who I’ll hurt
If I end this life of mines
My mom at my funeral, crying
Her heart broken, never getting the chance to see her son again.
Not trying Rest In Peace
For all of eternity
But just want to find internal peace
While I’m still alive
I’m at my lowest
But I know there’ll be a day
When I’m at my highest
So I can’t pass if I’m not at my best
Can’t end a legend
When the story hasn’t even begun
gradually
not all of a
sudden
we are lost:
we possess
nothing-
By chance
discovery
a notion
of prime
importance
dawns-
thought energises
a synergy
which
changes us all
gradually,
not all of a sudden
we are lost,
we possess nothing-
by chance
discovery
a notion
of prime
importance
dawns-
thy thought energises
a synergy
which
changes us