Best Hold Your Own Poems
A stoic sentinal midst waves,
you staunchly stand erect and tall.
Emerged in frothy, churning white,
you hold your own in nature’s squall.
Atop, your beacon light shines bright
to let the mariners know well,
there is a guardian at sea
that can be seen above the swell.
How stoic now you bravely stand,
against the terror of this storm.
Your eyes look out with searching beams
for those caught in the sea, forlorn.
What glory when your light is seen
above the mountains of white waves.
Salvation in your light of red
denies the sea more mortal graves.
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
You are mysterious at times a silent secret in the navel of mans thoughts, a deviance
a variate inside the doors of the conscience far remote when peppered with denial
you want to be sought after like love agape,
so many seek you by the light of the dawn, only to lose you to the heady scent of musk
you are like a fine cut diamond in the raw, if I press you to a mirror you break the image
you save, you redeem, you make deer sleep, you see a sinner and turn him into snow
Palpable like the studded stars of heaven every filament of your grace, is a hot burner
You show up at the most inconvenient times and sometimes the most timely ones too
So many seek you by the light of the dawn but you being truth, always come as you are,
clear faced and bold, you hold your own
So many seek you by the light of the dawn only to lose you through the haze of dusk
you are mysterious, at times a silent secret in the navel of a womans thoughts , deviant.
How sad, a mere mortal can promise forever?
In any context, forever doesn't exist,
Forever falls apart sooner or later,
Or when they say it gets better soon,
How long is soon? Good far is it?
How can a pathetic human foretell the future?
How do you know I'll be better? Or even if I will be or not?
How do you know what's in my brain? You know the words I tell you.
The pieces I pick out and display to show I'm not perfect, but hide the ones to scare you off,
How can you say I know you when I don't know myself?
I don't wanna grow up, I don't plan to.
Not in a nostalgic way, but in a way I won't exist.
I won't exist for that future, no matter if it's better or not,
I don't want to live in this world,
And if I end up sending myself to hell, I hope that fire gives me warmth.
I hope it's comforting like how my mother's arms are supposed to be, or I hope I burn until I don't feel.
You say I don't care about you if I wanna leave, I'm selfish I agree, I'm a hypocrite, but you'd want to see your friends fine too? Even if you're not.
Fixing others when you can't hold your own pieces together.
How can I get better, when I've seen people still the same,
How much effort can I make when my hands get cracks and I can't lift?
How much can I bear, when a ship sinks if too full?
How do I hold the pieces when I have two hands and the shards are too many, cutting into me as I gather.
i simply cannot bear this
A Perfect Company
By: Noel N. Villarosa
They are the big fish in a small pond
They received kudos and power widely
With their bunch of fives used as their wand
They dominate while sitting idly
Been tasked in carrying coals to Newcastle
Never saw them as cool as a cucumber
The atmosphere of the office is in a chronical hassle
Mobility and formative years, they are there to encumber
World-weary, so he indulged into stargazing
That he was working in a peculiar place
Where people work with eternal bliss
Where no one to make shudder and no egotist displaying
Everyone is happy to comply with buoyant spirits
You feel as no stranger but as a longtime friend
Where giving recognition and importance have no limits
Different origins and cultures do blend
There were no rush works and pressures
No deadline to meet and sanction
All work harmoniously with pleasures
And get involved in another function
They were wearing a white uniform
No shoes, all are barefooted
No pains to bear and no hurting words thrown
A feeling of living in your own homestead
The place is boundless in its beauty
Where children play with other creatures
No darkness, only eternal light and free from enmity
That you can rest in the placidity of its seashore
Then a meeting was called and everyone gathered in the garden
He was introduced by the man sitting on the throne
He saw the man’s face as magnanimous, charmingly simple and serene
A soothing voice and said, my son, there is no contract signing that you can hold your own
Only love will bind us as one
Written and posted also in voicesnet.com poetry site: 4 January 2010
Just the other day I felt our love astray
Holding my tongue gasping for air
Just the other evening we went out as a couple but yet I felt we were'nt hole
Holding my tongue so I would'nt spoil our time together
Just the other early morning when the sex had just begun it was weak and had
no force or vibe
Holding my tongue as I layed there wanting to cry
When I spoke to you your reply was a sigh and a simple sentence
Holding your tongue you need to learn and everything is alright
So tell me why you cheated and pushed me away making me question myself if
there shall be better days
Holding my tongue to not have pushed you another inch away
Do you think I'm a doll that you can take of the shelf and play with when you feel
the need
Holding my damn tongue with fierce
Listen hear you have a strong beautiful lady in your life that you need to
appreciate and show love and that respect
Holding my tongue that you ask of me
No man in their soung mind could treat me so
Holding my tongue with bitterness and a foul taste
Thinking what a damn disgrace and this man has me misplaced
Holding my tongue I am certainly not
After I am human and have so much too give
Holding my tongue won't make things better
After all we have been through that I shall not sit and stress myself
Hold your own damn tongue because to me this journey did'nt just begun
Take your dirtyness of a self twisted mind and stop and think I'm wiser and have
already read through the lines
Hold my tongue to the actions you've revealed that you think i'm blinded by your
cold deserted love
Look into yourself and hold your head down in shame because to me my love is
no game
Holding my tongue is not my style nor is the rules you have applied on our
relation
You need to recongnize a lady and treat me like a lady
Holding my tongue is'nt my character and i'm not perpetrating a fraud so don't
feel i'm going to live my life amongst being shady
Evaluation is not in the book of love nor is passing judgement the way you throw
it at me with that famous curve ball
"HOLD YOUR OWN DAMN TONGUE"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
What a bunch of brokens are we
Broken from the things we've seen
Who we are and who we've been
Whether frail or plump or lean
Pains aside, look around you
At the people you hear and see
Those you know and the strangers
Now look right here upon me
You may see what I've been doing
But hardly what I've done
You may think you know who I am
But you only see in the sun
Look in the shadows what's hiding
Everyone has their past
Their nightmares & mistakes together
Create a work that, with fear, can last
What a dark side each brother here
And each woman doth possess
Every soul upon this earth
Will have their fair share of distress
Cast the pain aside you
You're no more broken than he
And hold your own, standing tall
No longer broken you'll be
When you feel like giving up be strong
Because you only get one shot at this life
Hold your own and keep pushing along
Don't do it for your son,mother or wife
But for yourself
Keep pushing on
Do not let your life just pass you by
Stand and be accounted for
Never frown, moan or sigh
God will judge you on what he saw
Heaven will await you
Keep pushing on
Look back at your life and never question why?
Do not regret anything you have done
Never dwell or cry
What can you do now my son?
Judgement day is here
Keep pushing on
When the weight of the world way heavy on your shoulders
Remember your not alone your not the first to brake the rules
We learn as life goes on if you do a crime you must do the time
Find your self with in your heart your not that person you see
In the reflection on the wall
We sometimes fall weak to matters of the heart
don’t give in don’t lose your self your much more
Then what you think
Your not alone so hold your own
This is just a bump on the road
You were not supposed to be on
Your heart is pure and true
Your mind was a little confused
From all the things that has been eating at you
You tried on your own to fix the broken with in you
With the results been
Remember your not alone
Look seek knock
He is there he is here he is every wear
Put your faith in him that knows you
Like no one else dose
His love will wrap you tight and keep
You safe he is telling you
Your not alone
The great poets of past,
The song writers of old,
Shall turn in their graves,
At a message so bold.
Your human mind,
Is all you control.
The deeds of your body,
The scares on your soul.
No matter the weight,
No matter the pressure,
If it is your life,
Saying no is your pleasure.
Your mind is yours,
And always to be.
It shouldn't be swayed,
Not even by me.
If fortitude is your only gift,
Ne'er from that path should you ever shift.
This gift I give,
If this gift you bring,
For as a puppet in life,
You must hold your own string.
A true friend is one you can call night or day,
Who would listen to every word you say.
The hand that reaches out to hold your own,
That someone who never allows you to feel alone.
That warm embrace that makes you feel secure,
And soothe the heartache you can't seem to endure.
The laughter you share that dries those incessant tears,
That someone who always seems to dispel your fears.
That someone who helps with a kind word or deed,
That someone who caters to an urgent need.
A true friend will understand when you're in pain,
And stand besides you in sun or rain.
That someone who is unafraid to say you're wrong,
And gives good advice to make you strong.
Some may say true friendship is rare,
But I can emphatically declare ,
That I am blessed with friends who genuinely care.
Deft entanglements are sailing by,
some firmly rooted-
others like whispers in the wind.
Overshadowed by some thing more desperate than your needs;
We walk unhurriedly throughout the busy city streets.
Anxious to compensate your losses-
you stumble as you reach for more.
Leaving the shores for that ravenous tide,
you unhook your moorings and you cast your fate.
Don’t hold on too tight;
Don’t be so attached to this world.
Screams of the criminally neglected will always fill your ears.
How they resonate within is not for them to decide.
Make your choices,
stumble with grace.
Learn how to walk gently amongst great rubble,
and firmly over that which tries to drift beneath your step.
Random pursuits often carry great reward,
And the most careful of plans will seldom hold your own weight.
Darling, let the deft entanglements sail right by,
and take your ship to your mind’s own engagements.
If you've noticed there's no problems,
the government has too.
There's a billion cars poluting
and a mask to put on new.
There's a tax upon your property
for nothing they might do.
And a pox upon your neighbourhood
the cops will card at you.
There's a billion kitchens rinsing
what the government calls trash.
Where the people doing the rinsing
pay the bill of their own cash.
And a group of food been modified
they pass off as organic.
With no label to say otherwise
and keep us guessing frantic.
And a thousand private food banks
telling government we're poor.
When a wealthy funded welfare
should exist for our tenure.
Making several billion dollars
from a loan invested gold.
On a mint who's plates are rendered
for a government to hold.
Where the deed to our own dollars
are a travesty of old.
And the breech of our own value
for the talismen's last fold.
Where no food's upon the table
and the market sold to one.
That the note to one another-
"Hold your own until you're done".
The Now Continuum
In the quiet pulse of the present's breath,
Lies the secret, the power that outlasts death.
Not in the past, where shadows cling tight,
Nor in the future, a distant flight.
The now, the moment, this sacred time,
Where all is aligned, where hearts chime.
It whispers, “You are the creator, the key,
Unlock your truth, and just let it be.”
Since thoughts speak in past tenses,
Drop the mind, rely on senses.
Embracing and releasing,
Pain pangs and pleasure pleasing.
There was a beggar who asked me for R10,
With a tired face, worn by life's harsh trend.
I looked at him, and I asked, "Have you searched deep within yourself?"
For many seek outside, not knowing the wealth
Lies within, in the heart, in the soul's true song,
A treasure that’s been there all along.
He sat atop a bucket, weary and lost,
I asked, “Have you checked what’s inside, at what cost?”
He shook his head, “I’ve never dared to look,
Since I got it, I've just sat, in the same old nook.”
“Open it,” I said, “See what’s in your grasp,
Your power is hidden, break free from the clasp.”
He opened the lid, his eyes widened in awe—
A golden bar, a life-changing law.
No longer a beggar, no longer in need,
For inside that bucket lay the seed
Of wealth and freedom, the key to his fate,
A life transformed, no longer chained by fate.
In the now, in the present, you hold your own power,
A moment of truth, a single hour.
What you seek outside, you already possess,
It’s within, it's yours—nothing less.
For the continuum of time is vast,
But the now is your anchor, built to last.
Embrace the present, let it be your guide,
In this eternal now, you cannot hide.
So rise, creator, in this space so wide,
The universe moves, and you’re the tide.
In the now, your future is spun,
You are the light, the moon, the sun.
In the now, your future is done,
The present is where you’ve already won.
The alchemy of truth
may be from a particular perspective
or colored by youth
and sprinkled with objective
For your truth can hold your own view
your lens through which you see the world
And naivety can lead astray
and reality fall subject to that doom
And you may not have the ability yet
to completely read the room
When you don't have wisdom
You have less fear and conclusions are reached quickly
But life is so much more complex
and taken in context its sticky
Was that what was really meant
or did it happen by chance
Was it deliberate inference
or laid out by happenstance
Most times most things are not architected
they happen in real time whim
And though the outcome can be devastating
the creation is less of a sin
What leads to what
and how can that happen
isn't always clear to see the cause and effect
And so truth be known,
good intentions implode
and things go off track on their own
So don't hang the actors with the act
they alone did not write the script, it's a fact
Life is all improv
with a heavy dose of chaos
And giving to much credence to the feelings caused
can ruin what may be right there
A living pachinko machine that happened to play out
that way, this time, here
The alchemy of truth includes the lens - Artimus 9/24/23 (C) Susan Manley
You
Yes you
Gift for you
Know
Love
Lord