Best Fit In Poems
Society is a sum of it's parts
As we stray, distort and delete
The word of God
From our daily needs and deeds
The results are obvious
A chaotic and destructive world
All the more reason to share the love,
Compassion and forgiveness
Of the word of God
By any and all means possible
JB49
We are not given the choice during our lifetime
Our path is already mapped out for each individual
As hard as we try to change our path
It is quite difficult or impossible to become
Someone else, it is engrained in our soul
A character of ill repute or a leader of a great nation
Where do each of us fit in?
Neither exceptional
nor unexceptional
Where do I fit in...
With all the rest of humankind
~ no one’s free of sin
I don't seem to fit in anywhere...
It seems as though I'm lost.
I stick out in every crowd,
I'm so confused every time I move out of my comfort zone.
I'm not used to the happenings outside of my small world.
I'm always on my own; by myself, and alone
I speak to myself, wishing I'd meet a new friend.
Unfortunately, after each attempt, I keep messing up.
Communication seems difficult for me; I simply can't relate to others.
Everything I do seems wrong by societal standards, so tell me...
Where do I belong?
I’m not sure how to ask this,
But I’ve got to know,
So I’m just going to ask
Do I fit in your future?
Do you see me with wrinkles,
Still believing that I’m as beautiful
As the first day we met?
Do you I fit in your future?
Do you see yourself loving me
No matter who or what
I may possibly become?
Do I fit in your future?
Knowing I may never
Be exactly what you
May want me to be?
Do I fit in your future?
Even if you may not
Really even see
A future for yourself?
Do I fit in your future?
It’s probably a lot
Of me to ask of you
But still I’ve got to know
Do I fit in your future?
When I was a young boy,
I struggled to fit in,
never knowing where I belonged,
really puzzled me back then.
Not white enough for the Europeans,
not brown enough for the Maori's,
I was always getting left out,
I thought it was because I was a half breed.
I use to get teased a lot,
for the clothes and shoes I wore,
always some one else's hand me downs,
we were pretty poor.
Didn't help my Mum was shameless,
you could always hear her before she come,
all the kids pointing and laughing,
"Is that lady really his mum".
A lot of people knew who I was,
none wanted to befriend me,
I was just a Hori in there eye's
someone they just kept teasing.
So i'd watch all the other kids,
run off into there little groups, playing happily,
Just sitting there watching and wondering,
if one day they would pick me.
I was pretty lonely as a child,
so I decided I would write,
and in the world I surly found,
a way to escape my life
In this world I was happy.
In this lworld I was free,
In the world I had many friends,
everyone wanted to know me.
M.Mahauariki © 2012
WHERE DO I FIT IN
AM I INVISIBLE, OR MY PRESENCE UNKNOWN,
DO I EVEN EXIST, OR FOREVER ON MY OWN.
I DO EXIST, I AM STANDING HERE,
YELLING INSIDE, CAN YOU EVEN HEAR.
CAN YOU SEE AT ALL WHO I AM INSIDE,
WHAT IGNITES MY PASSION, WHAT MAKES ME CRY.
LET ME TELL YOU WHO I AM,
I AM THE RIVER, AND YOU ARE THE DAM.
LOVER OF THE NIGHT, I LOVE THE DARK,
MUSIC, AND POETRY, AND MAGICAL ART.
STANDING IN THE RAIN, MY EMOTIONS RAW,
SEEPING THROUGH MY SKIN, WATCHING IT FALL.
AS I STAND ON THE OUTSIDE, ON THE EDGE OF THE LIGHT,
I AM PULLED TO THE DARK, EMBRACED BY THE NIGHT.
AMID BRIGHT LIGHTS, AND CHAOS, ANXIETY SEEPS IN,
CRAVING BOOKS, AND COFFEE, WHERE THE LIGHTS ARE DIM.
YOU DO NOT REALLY KNOW ME, THE PARTS I HIDE,
THE FEELING OF A DISTANT PLACE AND TIME.
YET, STILL I STAND, STILL I AM HERE,
WAITING FOR YOU TO ACKNOLEDGE MY TEARS.
AND STILL, DISMISSED, TIL I NO LONGER CARE,
I JUST GOT WEARY, OF STANDING THERE.
ONE DAY, YOU MAY REALIZE, THERE WAS WORTH IN ME,
THE NEED FOR ACCEPTANCE, YOU COULD NEVER SEE.
SO, YES I MAY FALL, BUT I WILL NOT STAY DOWN,
I WILL SILENTLY EVOLVE, WITHOUT A SOUND.
I WILL ARISE, AND UNLEASH THE DAM,
I REFUSE TO APOLOGIZE, FOR WHO I AM.
WHERE DO I FIT IN, WOULD YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW,
WHERE MYSTICAL FANTASY, AND MAGIC FLOWS.
SO, ACCEPT ME OR NOT, I WILL LIVE, I AM TOUGH,
I ACCEPT MYSELF....AND THAT’S ENOUGH.
Being how you are on purpose,
and being what you are is often effortless,
I suggest a course of non-action.
Self-help from mentors
will land you both pickled in the same cosmic jar.
There are all kinds of just rightness,
stay put,
being your own special kind of fit
in this misfit world.
Reality is a jigsaw puzzle for the sightless,
be the last piece to be found.
Night after night, I write on my eyelids poems that no longer fit in my soul,
White, unrhymed verses that bow to your tumultuous god,
Screaming without tact, curses that bring no delight, only echo,
Remaining as empty ornaments, forever, a gift to my unmatched souls.
May you spend repeatable youth singing on lyres of solar rays,
The stories of our lives, future deaths, in passing lights' blaze,
Monstrous seconds, filled with nothing, giving time a rhythm to climb,
Like a universe spun by stars, a unique egg, a perpetual tic-tac, a sublime chime.
The cry for help now drowns in the yolk of a sleepwalker,
The embryo of an unfulfilled nightmare seeking no comforting harbor,
Abandoning its verse, transforming from egg to chick, whispering to life:
Lullaby! A nap stripped of NOs, a dream departing on the strife.
And when it takes flight to the pinpoint west, leaving only violet dusk,
An invisible day, random, like in feeble theories, a complete blue night husk,
Devoid of the fleshly perfection of our past love’s bay,
In a violet dusk, only the memory of a tumultuous past will stay.
You will be the first to know she says
I never am
But I am often last
Which bothers me not
It helps me know her priorities
Making it easier for me not to do extra things for her.
Oh, really sorry, my arthritis acted up yesterday
Can’t play tennis ‘til the pain goes away
Gee, so sweet of you to invite for us out for dinner
But doctor’s orders, you know, I’ve got to get thinner
A free trip to Orlando? Sounds great!
‘Course, hip replacement next week… It’ll have to wait
You’ll pay me how much to work for you? Whoa!
Too bad I need my afternoon nap. I’ll have to say ‘No.’
When old age hits and you’re trying to fit in
Often all you can offer’s a look of chagrin
Fit In Masque
It's as
Flimsy
As that
Film
You
Wear:
FEAR
All
the
Time.
[STOP.]
-Gray Squirrel
05-03-2024
I picture everyone else having fun.
Laughing.
Throwing back their heads with silliness.
Loving their lives.
Their talk is silly.
Unimportant, uninspired.
They often discuss unhappy events,
Unfortunate things that have happened to others.
And they laugh.
Yet something in me wants to find these unknown people and fit in.
Old photographs dug up, memories ancient
It is akin to a past life being resurrected
Amidst voices excited, we are patient
We live in the now, thoughts deselected
Really seeing no cause to rekindle the past
Art of living in the here and now, well perfected
Earth life plays out as is ordained, the die is cast
Prior soul agreements determine experience
Why be aghast, for this dream won’t last
Devoid of desire, pristine our innocence
As a rebel and a nerd, we follow not the herd
Remaining ever blissful in our self-luminescence
It’s no longer necessary for us to get in the last word
Ensconced in bliss, each in-form node is stirred
22-March-2022
Patti se ghasri oos ki bund hu mai
Bhinn mera rang nhi;
kya sirf iss wajah se pani m gum hu mai?