Best In Reality Poems
Theres a thin edge; to every wedge.'
Holes in my socks, holes in my shoes
Holes in my day and nothing to lose
Holes in my dreams and nowhere to go
Holes in my future and nothing to show
Holes in my pocket no money to place
Holes in the hat that covers my face
Holes in the road the hills are so steep
Holes in the cardboard I shiver in sleep
Holes in my faith so lost and forlorn
Hole in the promise that never was born
Hole in the churchyard, carries no name
Holes in the truth that puts me to shame
The Streets of London will be cold for
some this Christmas.
Rainbow
Colourful arc
Remains after rainfall
Happiness at the end of the-
Spectrum.
Her bright brown eyes stared...
They stared into a world of lightness.
It was a world known only to her mind.
A world where dreams came true
But it was only a world of fantasy to the eyes of others,
A world of fun and games, and not reality to the ones with experienced eyes.
But to her eyes, it was the only reality,
The only reality she had ever known.
They called her a baby and a coward,
But if the child had really known the true reality of the experienced eyes,
She may never want to open her eyes,
Or awaken and see what they all saw...a world of darkness.
Who could blame her for being naive and ignorant?
A child who would be traumatized if she saw half the things they saw.
She had seen enough of what she should know.
A child should only know but so much.
Who could say they've seen it all?
Who could say this as a child?
Who could blame her for her innocence?
For who would want to be a child in reality?
Can you see the people moving?
Do you see them fighting?
Not with their arms and fists, stupid,
Rather with their minds and thoughts.
“Life is short and then you die”,
Thumps through a pair of headphones.
The owner isn’t smiling, rather scowling, or impasse.
I stay seated on my park bench,
And ignore the hobo, snoring his life to me.
Beside me on the park bench.
The hobo snores contently,
Onto the unassuming walkers,
A dreamy smile pasted on his lips.
So what if his content isn’t rational?
So what if he is happier with less?
Does that mean a thing?
Isn’t your life a mess?
The dog beside him licks his dirty nose,
And he wakes, serenely smiling.
He pats the dog, and plays with its ears,
And grabs for happiness, under the bench.
Its not long before he is snoring again,
His dogs’ head on his waste, glances at me,
And licks its joules.
The hobo is still snoring,
But I am walking into the distance,
With his dog and his drink!
Do not let the past control your mind,
leave all its pains and hurt behind...
This world we live in is wonderful,
forget the bruises, you are beautiful.
Strange challenges and cheerless mood
can never stop God from being good.
His anchor holds those who stay faithful...
God truly cares; you are beautiful.
Future fortune may look unattainable,
with faith and hope all things are possible.
Never let the devil make you fearful,
all will be well, you are beautiful.
I walk into the room and plant a passionate kiss upon your lips,
You place a gentler one on mine as my heart performs a back flip.
We lock eyes as I realize the potential we have when I put my love inside,
Then I imagine your beautiful body as an ocean while I raise the tide.
This isn't about me proving that in your bed I'm the very best you had,
But maybe the most passionate and blissful while I bite your neck as you whisper..."you're
bad."
I wake up surprised of the illusion of reality but to my left I can't believe what I see,
You...smiling while sleeping in my arms with your daughter on my chest...that moment meant
everything to me.
I fantasized about experiencing the very affection that I found within you,
Through each kiss...there were possibilities of love that I'm sure you felt too.
Can you handle the truth if the truth be told?
Truth is I don't want to fight these feelings...this could be meant to be just let it flow.
Every time I see you...feel you...I think to myself "that's my dream,"
But now...now I only wish we met during a different time stream.
Why is it after the happiness we experienced I have to pay for another man's irrationality?
Was my heart not enough to mend the cracks inside to repair you emotionally?
I understand you've been hurt...I can relate that as a woman you've been broken and mislead,
But don't give me false feelings hoping I'll just get over it while my heart drops dead.
Whether you believe it or not...what's going on between us just might be meant to be,
Don't fight it...don't ignore it...let your feelings flow so there can be an inception for
you and me.
A Phantom Or A Dream In Reality
Was she not known for, kindness and grace
Loving deep and a sad fate:
Should we fail to bless her in our remorse
golden arrows to pierce our hides,
flowers bloomed hearing her sweet name-
where the cool shadows often reside;
a mirror wants her image yet again
she that made the angels cry.
Alas! Forever gone is my dearest friend!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-14-2015
Note-- Written for the next romance contest
themed on lost love...I am now into writing
as I did when in my early twenties. Inspired
by the memory of a dear friend that died back
in 1977....
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It may have been only an illusion,
a delusion or dream;
yet, in that vivid imagination
I once possessed,
the tiniest crack became
an open floodgate ~
I couldn’t help myself
from drowning
in you.
~~~
Life in Reality
Life is not a cakewalk
Many a things stand in the way
It is up to us how we look at them,
And keep our problems at bay.
We work our way through hardships indeed,
But we fall down when we feel the hill is steep.
We keep things hidden in our heart,
It gets loaded like a heavy cart.
We should learn to live life both ways,
Through luxuries and through hardships,
To be ready to learn when the time will come,
And lay down our lives and sail our life ships.
This life is like a rollercoaster,
Every man is sailor on a violent sea,
He has to hold on to his poster,
Not turn his back humming like a bee.
So don’t be let down by sad occasions,
Nor be let down by your grieves,
Even if your ship has sunk indeed
Cross the mighty river in your briefs.
CRACKS IN REALITY
I AM NO LONGER ABLE TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF MY REFLECTIONS
IN THE CRACKED MIRRORS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP.
AS THE FISSURES WIDEN, PIECES OF ME SLIP INTO.
I FALL THROUGH THE CRACKS, INTO DIMENSIONS
LYING IN WAIT ON THE OTHER SIDE.
IN THEM, THERE WILL BE NO PLACE TO HIDE.
AND SO, WHAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ?,
WHAT LIES IN THE SPACES BETWEEN THE OBVIOUS ?
THOSE THINGS NEVER SPOKEN OF
AS I TRY TO RISE ABOVE,
KNOWING, THERE IS NEVER TO BE LOVE
FOR THIS OLD MAN,
WHO PLAYED HIS HAND.
LOST, IN THE GAME,
LOVE HER NAME.
LOVE FOR HIM NEVER CAME.
B. J. 'A' 2
OCTOBER 5TH 2010
In Reality
Why do we presume such things
As the roles people must play
And that from commoners to kings
We must all behave in a certain way
That heroes are fearless is a tale
An image trying to make them more
They know bravery is scared as hell
Yet going on, even at death’s door
That those we elect to lead us
Should be able to serve us all
Is ludicrous - for none but Jesus
Can lead and serve without a fall
That parents have it all together
Under their laws we’re bound for life
Is an illusion creating stormy weather
It is tradition with time-honored strife
That those who teach in schools
Live only disciplined, honorable lives
Like us, these humans will break rules
Needing forgiveness, not verbal knives
That those who serve to protect us
Military, police, medical and more
Are more perfect than just us
What might we do in uniform?
That priests and preachers for God
Lifted mystically above me and you
Are yours to “roast” at will - how odd
Because love is everyone’s job to do
We want to lift high and be near
People we envy, things we desire
While putting down those we fear
As we look, we are seen no higher
In reality we are all strong
In reality we are all weak
To the human race we all belong
God alone offers the truth we seek
I know a place where many people would like to visit but cant. I know a place where a lot
of people don’t know I go. I go to this place when no one can get a hold of me. This place
is full of music, it got vivid bright colors. The music plays all the time. I have a
husband with no face and kids with no faces. But lately those faces are blurry. Getting
clearer, at least for the husband it does. The colors though, bright and beautiful, show
all the meaning in this place I go to. The blue so blue that its bluer than the ocean.
Bluer than my eyes and yours as well. The house is built just to my liking. The cat walks
by and looks up at me and meows. The dog barks in the back ground, the fish makes bubbles,
and the kids giggle in the other room. I’m in the kitchen cleaning and making dinner while
I hear the TV on in the living room and he’s playing a game while talking to the giggling
kids. I walk in there to see the colors on the screen of the computer as beautiful the
ones I see. The red of the shirt he is wear and the blonde of his hair. The giggle that
pierces my thoughts and I turn to see the little girl all full of joy. The couch ruby red
just like the ruby I wear around the neck. The diamond on my finger is shinier that I've
ever seen. The earrings in my ears dangle around my neck. Then the cry of the little boy
needing his diaper changed laying on the dark emerald green blanket with the yellow
giraffe on it. In walks the sandiest of brown and white dogs with so much energy that her
face looks like its almost smiling. The cat comes in from the other door and rubs
affectionately on the little girl whose laugh punctured my thoughts just moments before. I
look back at the little boy on the couch whose cries now have punctured these thoughts. I
turn and walk over to him. I pick him up and say why you crying my little man. His tears
fade and a smile comes to his face. In this place I'm finally me and I'm finally happy
again. This is my place and no one can take it from me.
the spirit world in reality
every human race
is nothing but human
below the human skin
are same colours
of blood
a prove of human bound
for eternity
the heart beat same
on every human soul
we breath in same air
so nothing separate us
except the concept of
race and tribe
created by humans itself
I realise life in reality
relates alot to the
spiritual world
so Instead be ignorant
in ignorance I rather
became spiritual
in a world of man made illusion
so when I see
all this events of shames
in the lands of peace
I can relate in spirit to
understand
the spirit world in reality
A voice from the heart
gently creeps,
slowly begins
the message of love.
Its impact connotes,
the strength it gives,
the mystery it reveals,
throughout one’s life.
People fight,
continue to wrestle with life;
It’s an endless cycle
that draws the ‘ups and downs’.
Perhaps, some may give up
walk out and deny the fact
that one can cope amid untold trials