Best Changes Poems
Woe to the hands of time
Woe, how quickly it changes
Changes with so much haste
Changes without stop
Stop wrong ideas
Stop feelings of hate
Hate is wasted emotion
Hate causes wounds
Wounds that remain
Wounds need to heal
Heal with kindness
Heal with belief
Belief in my words
Belief that I pursue
Pursue without facade
Pursue to diffuse
Diffuse the animosity
Diffuse misconstrued thoughts
Thoughts wrongly assumed
Thoughts mistaken
Mistaken by a few
Mistaken by clueless pens
Pens should not be swords
Pens should write words
Words of good faith
Words that put an end
End to all the suspicion
End to negativity
Negativity breeds gloom
Negativity does no good
Good vibes bring positivity
Good intentions for a new start
Start by writing poems
Start seeing things as trivial
Trivial to our lives
Trivial, believe it or not
Not suggesting brotherhood
Not turning away from harmony
Harmony on some level
Harmony to act like adults
Adults who don't slander
Adults who can coexist
Coexist as pacifists
Coexist as poets
Poets in a community
Poets should be encouraging
Encouraging with their comments
Encouraging and supportive
Supportive…
Comments…
changes
summer days shiver
shadows ride the rising mists ~
orange red moon rise
long days grow shorter
wisps of afternoon linger ~
remnants of summer
lazy fall mellows
sleepy sunbeams stretch their legs ~
pumpkins glow amber
red apples ripen
golden pears grow large and sweet ~
boughs of fruit salad
twilight comes early
scarlet seeps into green leaves ~
autumn breath chills nights
The asphalt driveway is blackened over by rain
sand bags lie in the corner of the garage in case water creeps in, some sheep scurry in distant fields
Your elephant eyes are locked on the TV; 55 inches of electronic love
I liked lying under the moonlight on summer nights as moths danced towards the patio light I remind myself in melancholy moods, child please don’t cry, every season changes
Your vehicle’s mileage spans out to El Dorado’s grave and back
The snares of your life keep drumming it’s slower now, consistent patters; the TV is staring back at you copper pennies lie in wait beside your remote control, everything has a place with you
If I could tie a rope around your Will I would direct it towards my family, we are hopeful you will see us, and remember tossing your children in the air, serving crepes every Christmas morning and the brick house you lived in with your wife for more than two decades, a pool of tumbling memories without all the injures, it is ok to feel free, to be a part of a living zoo
thunder rumbles past our yellow one-story apartment, somewhere swans sleep unaware of rain
swaying slowly when you stand, I’m starting to realize God balances us all out
cement like air fills my lungs as the newscaster gets soaked by yet another wave
staring blankly, you blink at the angel food cake on the counter and shuffle on, towards the Rio Grande
bones of drowned years clamber past Nevada, Arizona, all the tumble weed states
falling forward we catch ourselves each day, we shade our eyes from the glaring sun, as the dust gathers below the Grand Canyon
you shuffle in and switch the channel, the trumpets settle in my heart as you ask, how did it go today?
UNDEFINED (a true story)
The morning after the total housefire, 52 years ago, when
the journalist asked the elderly man,
“How do you feel after this tragic, sudden death of your wife?”
I’d expected to hear a few sad words
in response to the intrusive question,
But his unforgettable answer changed my life,
As he stated, “I looked up ‘grief’ in the dictionary
and none of the definitions listed fit what I was feeling.”
In the on-screen, hanging silence
Created by his unexpected response,
The interview ended there, holding on to
a side shot of the old man backing away
— with his new weight from the loss
of home and wife…
As he shrugged his shoulders
While letting go a great sigh, and
To define in that last shown moment,
In universal body language,
The Un-knowing
That may wallow within us
Around our resignation to grow past difficult times,
To venture out again to
Places where things may lay as yet undefined
and, therefore, beyond control…
Where tears may for awhile be our sole recourse
To stand for the words of our sorrows
That we share kneeling in prayer for some
Divine guidance to face the further exigencies of life.
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(c) sally young eslinger 6/ 2024
This morning we jogged early
I was back in my flat by six-thirty
From my tenth floor view of the Charles River basin,
The morning was incandescently flushed by the peach-colored sun.
The transparent clouds seemed stylistically stained, artfully workshopped,
which offered a softened, Tiffany glass effect wholly worthy of worship.
I can’t stop to admire it. I’m jamming things into suitcases.
Cramming things into boxes, giving things away.
I had a second interview Monday afternoon, for Johns Hopkins med school. They put the question to me:
“The semester starts in 18 days - can you do that?”
“Yes,” I replied, and just like that, I'm a Blue Jay.
Of course, I had to withdraw from the masters program but Harvard gave me a full (95K) refund - I think they’re more excited about my med school admission than I am.
I’m not afraid of discordant notes.
They change the landscape.
Take us to new emotional places.
Any major work is going to have them.
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A song for this:
Hang on Little Tomato by Pink Martini
It's Amazing by Jem
Proud daffodils have bowed their weary heads
And roses shed their petals one by one,
Green leaves transform to gold and fiery reds
The gilded reign of autumn has begun.
19.12.19
An extract taken from my poem 'seasonal transitions'
Arbitrium Divisa 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Gregory Barden
So much growth just passes by
while our hours are on the fly.
Whether we grow and absorb
or miss each sight and single word,
a moment’s entire, total sum
is affected by each passing one.
Time spins people in and out.
Time may whisper, time may shout.
It is not clear on any day
which memory will firmly stay,
which will take us and shake us
or reside as a plus inside us.
What we do, changes us,
what we don’t, also does.
If no day seems brand new
perhaps your changes are too few.
New Years Day
Is a time for change
People change for the better
Some don't change at all
Most don't follow through
My New Years resolution
Is to not fall
Into the endless pit
Of abandonment
And follow through
With my New Years resolution
Pinpointing the very moment
your rose coloured glasses came off
and the curtain opened
a terrifying moment
seeing evil working in plain sight
bringing in the digital age
the climate change cage
all the sweet lies
with deceit and corruption
the truth may be painful
but a foundation to move forward
we ride on the back of history
we want wars and hunger to end
we want warm houses and food to eat
we have some hope
in all that is messed
can be fixed soon
that truth overcomes lies.
When our hopes and dreams are shattered
And they seem to be out of range
It’s the ability to know what we need
In our lives to make a change.
We must find out what’s important
Not what we want, but what we need
Our lives should be filled with love and joy
Not anger, lust or greed.
So fill your life with things that are new
And get rid of the bad and the old
‘cause it’s always hard to take criticism
Or to do what we are told.
But the change is deep within us
If we look we just might find
The key that unlocks the door to change
So we won’t be left behind.
So when you let God change your life
Your life will start to change you
And when it is all said and done
Your life’s changes will be new.
Lady, Don't say I didn't try to warn ya
But I'm taking this thumb all the way to California
I'm just gonna go
Even though I love you so
Got a ramblin' urge that just won't let me rest
Took my guitar and the clothes that's on my back
Got my life planned out and everything's on track
So I ask you please don't cry
Now it's time to say goodbye
I'll think of you when I settle down out west
Today's the day that I'm gonna shift my load
Leave the past behind and hit the open road
But no matter what I do
I'll still dream of you
I've got you in my heart and there you're gonna stay
If it's changes for the better I don't know
I stilll feel that it's time for me to go
Yes, we had some happy years
I don't want to see your tears
If changes come again, then I'll be back some day.
changes is something we seldom think about sometimes it's all we got
see sometimes we get tired of changes we slip we fall sometimes changes
is all we got it's all we need just hold tight don't speed drive changes is near
is here see what I see is time can let us breath while we don't glide why we don't speed
please stop and just listen to your inner soul don't move too fast stay within don't go don't
lose your grip see that's it coming soon coming quick straight to you that's it
can't you see when it comes i't's just what we need I hope to see you well done no more
tears life has just begun that change has come no more burden this god's child has won
Copyright@February2008
Open eyes to bright sunshine
This feels like the first day
Can't imagine what went before
Like a scene from an Ibsen play
The thought of you a lightning bolt
The kind that hits you twice
You are the catalyst demure
Sin pays a heavy price
I'm singing a new song
Euphoric and free
I can see the changes in you
Come see the changes in me
I sniped at the words you used
I was jealous of your look
A vision from a catwalk
A princess from a Tolstoy book
I've put these days behind me
The truth has been my guide
Your heart lighting up the way
Elegance personified
I need you more than you can see
So never forget
It's the changes in you
That caused the changes in me
Behold my new tune
Call it destiny
I bless the changes in you
Come bless the changes in me
Mid-day darkness crept across the browning meadow
Autumn sought a place to practice her ritual perfidy,
Menacing as an evil spirit she hovered like a shadow
Transformed the green, plucked blooms ruthlessly.
Strewing the lush foliage laid barren along the path
As though a windstorm had tossed it with no regard
Spoiling the last of summer’s blooms in the aftermath,
Leaving the landscape ‘til spring battered and scarred.
I scanned the field from the fencerow by the avenue
Which separates the sanctuary from my backyard,
Already dreaming of a time when all will begin anew
But first I know the place will see winter cold and hard.
Nature’s way, of course, I’ve witnessed many seasons
Times to blossom in profusion; other times to perish,
Cycles of seasonal changes, who can know the reasons.
Written September 3, 2022
a sculpture carved without a finish......
a painting left incomplete......
a book still with a bookmark in page ten....
an emotion well hidden,well kept....
deep cut in empty heart once full of love....
forever,things left unsaid..........
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