Best Comings Poems
I have this thing called ADHD
The H isn’t silent, I’ll help you to see
Ever since I was small, it’s lived inside me
It affects who I was, am and will be
Most people know, the layer on top
A tid bit of knowledge before the facts stop
Evaluating their lives, they tend to conclude
From the limited facts, they must have it too
But I need to speak up, I yearn to be heard
This isn’t a fad, or something I’ve learned
But rather, a voice, indecisive and quick
Listing my options, insisting, I pick
It never shuts up and will never be pleased
Off my terror and panic, it greedily feeds
Trembling with jitters, it fears the unknown
I lock in my choice, but it never moves on
Attached to my ear, I gave it a name
This relentless voice is none other than shame
Guilt and short comings, smeared in my face
A constant reminder, I’m not fit to race
The H stands for hyper, when in fact, I am tired
It refers to my brain and the way it is wired
I fidget when seated and excuse myself often
I come across rude, but my shoes must be walked in
I desperately try to absorb, process and act
I work hard to be average and display enough tact
But a fairly small task becomes a tricky ordeal
My response is to panic. It’s an everyday drill
It’s mental exhaustion, causing physical fatigue
I’m smart, but I’m slow. No patience to read
I’m resentful and sad. It seems so unfair
But these are my shoes and my shoes I must wear
She smiles and my name is said with such unbound glee.
Though not the one I was born with, this one that holds more meaning.
Alike her brother too will call it though in harmonized repeat like waves in slow repetition. As his bare feet slap surface and he approaches.
The understanding of it's meaning escapes me for the moment, though my heart knows it's significants, my mind can't wrap around it.
They hold the key to my day and in their actions can build me up or break me. But when happy I too am happy, the world's a warmer place.
In thought alone, I then reflect on my comings and my goings. My name is mentioned in parting sorrow and in joyful arrival.
My name eluded then, bright illuminated now. I know my greater purpose. To teach them of moral and respect, to teach of right and wrong.
My goal is to teach them to love, as another FATHER shows me. Though I may often falter, I am my children's "Daddy" as they so heartwarmingly remind me.
Here, beneath the sky of my mind,
in the swaying hammock of my heart,
strung between tall palms of loss and love -
lies a child's form furled , asleep.
RainGirl is this little one's name,
her father called her this -
" She who was born with the rain,"
born to bring liquid life again
She who should have brought bliss
to dry and desolate plain
bleached by drought's hot kiss...
Instead, she sleeps now, folded away,
peaceful as an unborn chick -
life protected, yet space restricted
in her hard shelled hide.
Conceived through loss,
she now lives, survives,
because her brothers died.
As if they stepped aside.
Brief pure lives roughly shortened
by life's relentless tide
of comings and goings, never ceasing -
Life's, and Death's continual pacings...
Now, she-child must quietly sway...
Allow a woman to take her place -
who longs to laugh with female grace...
So sleep, curled child, beneath blue skies,
Sleep those bitter hours away...
Arise Woman! Get up, stand tall, stand strong!
The desert plain is ablaze with flowers.
Posted 28/09/2017
Whither,
O willow,
weeping so free-
shading the stream unto
the
sea.
Hither,
O willow,
whisper to me-
the comings and goings
you see.
Form:Cinqku sequence
Snow has spread a canvas
over the forest floor,
and I see how alive
the woods are:
tracks tell the comings and goings
of furry and feathered things.
The foxes have walked on the ridge,
their trail straight with purpose –
unlike the squirrels’ Brownian motion.
The pheasants have printed arrows;
perhaps
I shall follow
their directions -
who knows to what treasure
they may lead?
December 26, 2017
Do you ever wonder
Why some times relationships go asunder?
What were the short comings and/or the blunder?
What caused that awesome storm to lose its thunder?
Do you ever wonder?
Did you ever dream
A dream so big, It became a theme?
A dream so rich, it reigned supreme?
A dream so proud, it bolstered your self-esteem?
Did you ever dream?
Do you ever think
In the chain of your life, what is the missing link?
How quickly that life can change in just an eyes blink?
That something big and wonderful was on the brink?
Do you ever think?
Did you ever share?
Expressed the hopes and fears you hide in there.
Speak of your imperfections and flaws, did you dare?
Feel so confused, that you could only find the answers in prayer.
Did you ever really share?
Did you ever win?
Such as the marathon from fat to thin.
Or the sport of discovering who you really are within.
The war on quitting bad habits, you begin.
Tell me, did you ever win?
Did you ever tell?
Tell that special someone, you were proud when they would excel.
Tell that you loved them no matter what, even if they fell.
That what’s important is inside, that the outside is just a shell.
Did you ever tell?
Do you ever speak?
Express the dreams and wishes that you seek.
Tell someone you thought they were special and unique.
That you were awed by their mystique.
Well, Did you ever speak?
Did you ever explore?
Move out of your comfort zone and tread on a distant shore.
Look for answers not from others, but deep within your core.
To realize that beyond what you can see, you know there is more.
I wonder, did you ever explore?
Did you ever partake?
Really experience life and not just fake.
Get in touch with and allow all your senses to wake.
To permit any and all emotions, to rumble and quake.
I ask you, did you ever partake?
Did you ever shine?
Do you share a memory with others that hinges on divine?
Can you still feel the passion that a special friendship can define?
I seek this for my future; I will plan and create my own design.
Here is my question, did you ever shine?
Faith is only troublesome when
You lose it in the very thing that
Was supposed to create more of it
Here, shame manifests itself in Doubt,
developing a disappointment You Feel
toward yourself for a simple failed trial
The money is gone with no way to pay
I pray for more time on the clock
But hard times are clearly inevitable
I'm ready for the test this time
But fear comes with it for the
Universe usually see this as a dare
The fear in having my faith tested
Comes from the gathered evidence
Of my always giving up early
My strength is my constant effort
To produce more faith
In the light of dark comings.
I am not hoping in results but in the
Certainty that I will become what
God intends regardless of circumstances
Change comes to me now as I
Go to God for the connection
That creates better
I am gaining focus as I follow
In Gods direction to growth
In sight of the trap of the circle
I am spiraling upwards as I write
The truth that I death grip as
I ascend towards improvement
I am protecting my faith through the
Gratitude I feel for all the things
That challenge and have challenged me
So I am working assured, knowing
This time I trust in confidence
Even though I have nothing to show for it
Many people don't know
The pain i live each day,
I keep it all locked up inside
Always thought its best this way.
Friends eagerly invite you
Saying your busy its no,
Knowing the truth your broke
Otherwise you would love to go.
Weighing things completely
Listening to what others say,
Nothing ever really changes
For its the same each day.
Despite all life's short comings
After you sit and think awhile,
You still have your loved one
For this you'll forever smile.
Form:
There is no excuse. Nothing to blame
So I hide my tired eyes and exist in shame
I'm ashamed to live, I'm afraid to die
I find, I'm unworthy to look in the eye
So I hang my head low
And pretend I don't see
I pretend not to know
You recognize me
I come across rude, it seems I don't care
I run and take cover, the truth is, I'm scared
I feel forced to unclothe
Sacrificing my dignity
Short comings exposed
I resist, beg and plead
So when you determine what you think of another
Remember their journey has been like none other
Though your pride will tell you lies
There's always a story behind blue eyes
He knows my every thought,
Every inkling, every part
My spirit, the depths of my heart
How I feel – How I kneel
The good and bad, happy and sad
He knows my deepest dreams,
My joy, my smile, my peace
The kindness that I give others
The way that I seem uncertain
Everything that leaves an impression
He knows my worries, my courage
My inspiration, hope and insight
The spirit of light, sincerity
Feelings so wonderful I can’t speak
The way they satisfy my every need
He knows my doubts, my silent prayer
Every whisper of sympathy, care
My song of praise, my honest thanks
The wonder of a dance
With His Holy Spirit, His gracious gift
He knows my longings, my compassion
My breathe of gentle affection
The laughter that abides on the inside
Caressing my thoughts with expectation
Promises of wise and warm blessings
He knows my comings and my goings
The way I feel when a prayer is urgent
My fears, my tears – every darkness
Shadows that leave me feeling lonely
Peace that is with me – In my core
He knows the whispers of my soul
The goodness that lives because of Him
The way that I try and try again
My mind’s temptations and the faith
That abides in the center of His authority
He knows me better than I can even say
He knows my spirit – deep within
He knows when I frown and when I grin
He gives me so much – mercy and love
Assurance that He is with me – through it all!
He is the best person I’ve ever known
I’m so thankful I experience Him
The Savior of my soul, my assurance
The hope that abides inside
When I can’t even find a way to survive
Because of Him, I always endure
Discovering blessings through every trial
He is my pleasure, my motivation
He is the One who shines with a holy fire
Burning away any darkness that falls on my soul
Psalms 139:1 (KJV) O Lord, thou hast searched me, and known me.
Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.
Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon!
Til then
you will wait—
til the fateful rain washes the earth,
til the sky weeps every secret.
You will wait
as the mountain lion sleeplessly
soaks up the storms to
keep her last babe dry.
anniversary, bird, change, courage, immigration, mystery, sky,
'Geese' Hiaku: 'Ode to the Canadian Goose'!
Canada’s Geese © HAIKU
All Northern Geese ‘crop’
Seasonal tour ‘reruns’ twice!
Returning again!
Flag-poled Staff © HAIKU
Two pilots each tour
One Canadian goose ‘flagpoles’
Two tails split ends!
Canada Geese Fly By! ©HAIKU
Touristic ‘fly-bys’
Soar far north in summer months
Down south in winter!
Canadian Geese © HAIKU
Arrow signs direct
Sky-masses of geese ‘elites’
Comings and goings!
Flights Yesteryear© HAIKU
Canadian Geese consent
To ‘v-shaped’ sky-tipped arrow points
Past’s learnt direction!
Canada Geese Tours © HAIKU
‘Fly-by' Geese Tourism
Northerner or Southerner
Two seasons a year!
Canadian Geese Vacation © HAIKU
Arrow signs direct
'V-trailing' geese to the sky
Masses 'enlist' onward!
Flights To Yesteryear© HAIKU
Canadian Geese mark
'V-shaped' (sky) tipped arrow-points
Aged-mapped destinies!
A simple god so slender and symbolic
having a one way onslaught in his approach
and toiling with the master-class of the game
to revolutionize an entire country away from his.
He bastardized his inheritance of stiffness and a crunch system
To transmit the pleasure of a video game to a live coverage.
A believer of his approach, a missionary in his style,
legendary in his execution, but often blind to its short comings.
Going an entire season without a fault
and giving the possibility to travel cloud 49
makes his glory carry such schoolbag of mysteries and awe.
From the African prince of Monaco, to the great George Weah
and the Dennises, Thierrys, Vierras and Anelkas,
he converts a dusty wood into a luxurious boat.
Academy is his bedroom, ventilated by continuity
even though some megastars were short of understanding this.
Maintenance of a certain threshold even with half loaded guns
is very difficult to achieve and impossible to maintain
but not at all to this attacking minded General.
Spending a decade to shoot regions near the actual target
under the stuffiness of limitations both in finances and talents
shines the stadium light even in the darkness of his underachievement.
Prudence and a closed fist was his personality’s widget
b’cos glory on the pitch alone isn’t his mental gadget.
Placing a repercussion of a very stiff budget
and his command, downgraded so low to a midget.
All these because he’s carried the club like a personal object
placing the short sightedness of instant glories to an eject.
Stability in his empire is now a complete project
As his winning dominance was once a European subject.
He’s now back with an intimidation which will make opposition fidget.
Back to his rank, as he wears all the colours
rising in significance after all the hurdles
heart poured out to a club glorifies him beyond a mere coach,
the riches of such dedication influences the staff of his reputation,
winning and being a champion has always been his signature.
He has once again proven it,
as the world of sports stands still in ultimate salute.
We laughed at each other’s jokes
not more than a full moon passed.
On a slick surface, half-smiles crack
a wintry face. My soul abandons
breath in a lifeless bird’s nest
unsteady on a teetering limb.
Under bare trees, my roots
tangle in decay. Nearby,
February dips a toe into warm
streams cried, connected by
frozen acquaintances. I am
no more than a shiver
in late spring, bits of fallen bark.
Did I call you clever or cruel?
Your burly charm crumbles
like brittle bone. A silver fox
traces my lines, the comings
and goings of my own mistakes,
naivety, iniquities, my slips, stains,
incongruous existence. Winter slaps
both cheeks till summer burns
tender flesh. I called you mine or
whoever I dreamed you to be.
When did I get old, lose
my evergreen glow, my ability
to grow and stand alone?
Your laughter follows, echoes
from mockingbird skies. Love strays
into a thinning wood, more sly
than I. An enemy came disguised,
carried away my better days
with lies, came to chip at shells,
fragment smiles. I wish
for more than days connected
by endless seconds –
acquaintances, pretenses. I sip
black coffee to remind me
of your bitterness. I start days
with a half-smile because
it’s a start. I trace, get-to-know,
embrace my own lines. Dawn lifts
veils, finds my smudges -
my little gifts of
mottled, hand-me-down colors.
We traveled side-by-side
too long on far less
than a quest, more like
our own tour guides on a hike
to nowhere. We wasted time,
called each step a discovery.
You, like a cult, tried to suffocate,
berate, till silence was all I knew
of me. Tomorrow marks
the return of hazel-eyed summer.
Tonight marks the return
of a full moon's bare-backed ride
across striated sky, over my lines,
where I will find I.
(a work in progress)
My suit of self-loathing no longer fits
The mirror of compassion tells me so
Years of bad-intentions held back growth
After a time, the length of my sleeves bind
I didn’t realize I’ve become over-sized
These angry pants are fit for a small child
How silly I look with cuffs choking wrists
How I’ve loved my painfully straight jacket
Like it or not, the right suit still waits
No one other than I can disrobe loathing
The best cloak is the one from the womb
It takes skill to unstitch a childish blazer
It takes care to unhem pants outgrown
It takes love to go out in my birthday suit
Let tatters of anxiety fall down the chute
Self-loathing keeps me from disrobing
But, I’m not ready to shed my suit yet
The manly scissors that cuts are too heavy
After self-loathing is bare understanding
Forgive the man unstitching childishness
Let go of short-comings without clinging
Take the macho suit off the rack with care
Try on that fitted suit made for just me
Wear it till love fills the over-sized space
Take it all off till nakedness feels nice
Matthew 24:18
"Whoever is in the field must not turn back to get his cloak."