Best Inspirationalmay Poems
I began to tell of the two pens (my couplet) I always carry tucked away in my shirt
pocket, and of my humble closet which contains nary a pocketless shirt.
My thoughts drifted to what by.. and how I am inspired, when my love and I began speaking
of a subject very dear to me.
When we finished .... in what I believe to be an infused prayer,...perhaps inspiration to
some,... I saw what seemed to be liquid glass like droplets ..falling slowly from above ..
as a slow motion shower into an atmosphere of what may have been, space and time. I saw
no earth or sky.
These liquid glass droplets were falling without disruption through a pellucid barely
recognizable outline of a figure that I perceived to be a poet.
Somewhere from within I asked why the poet could not be lined somehow with a shell to
capture these apparently valuable liquid glass treasures. They were so clear that the
atmosphere through which they were falling, appeared as a gloom gray.
I understood that these treasures cannot be contained or retained. They must fall
through the poet who must also be like these liquid luculent treasures in order that these
particular gifts may come through the poet ..continuing to transform same and all others who
allow these treasures to permeate them.
There is no clearer description within me to give. ...
And then... I was no longer free and came back into the pain,
discomfort and seemingly bloated entity
within this shell.. that I call me.
Don’t Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you are trudging seems all uphill,
When funds are low, and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh.
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit!!
Life is ***** with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When you might have won,
If you’d stuck it out!
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-
You may succeed with another blow.
Success is failure turned inside out-
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,
And you can never tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems so far.
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
Its when things seem worst that
You must not QUIT!!
This world it cruel to use its name
Its ruler has a heart of stone,
Yet all its prisons that I’ve seen
There’s one that’s worse, that stands alone.
Its cells of grief are cold I know
Its bars are strong with rusty stains,
Yet cell on cell with trouble soul
Could not compare with simple chains.
I stand before my window’s glass
There are no bars to block my view,
There is no lock upon my door
No guard that would I run pursue.
I stand and watch the breaking dawn
Its beauty call to me to write,
Yet when I reach to take y pen
I feel the heavy chains pull tight.
Though many walled my prison cell
And bar less every window frame,
The chains of time have bound my wrists
Its shackles on each step a strain.
Though fall may linger by my door
And leaves may carpet all the grass,
I look with wish on wish to write
Through prison windows barred with glass.
When I’ve tried and don’t succeed
That doesn’t make me a failure,
But if I give up and throw in the towel
I‘d be setting my self up for disaster
Situations may not work out as plan,
I'll Keep trying, and try again
I may fail at one thing or even another,
But i won't stay in that comfort zone forever.
Some set backs are temporary, and are part of life
If i fail at one thing i will try another
Failure at some things may need to teach me
lesson that will help me excel and grow.
I believe in myself
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 28, 2010 (7:25am)
I believe in myself enough to know
that, all
of my dreams, can become a reality.
But I am not Robert Frost,
nor am I
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
or even William Butler Yeats.
And I may never be,
as
talented, as they can be.
Because they were truly,
some of
the worlds, greatest poets.
And I accept that,
with respect, and
honor and dignity.
But I will aspire to be,
the best poet,
that I can possibly be.
For I am just one of many,
That will do what ever it takes,
to
reach the highest mountain tops.
And I will continue to dream upon
a dream, and I will set my goals higher,
so that I may touch the stars some day
Because I believe that the
impossible can be achieved
when it comes
to, the desires of our hearts
And if and when my life comes to
its fateful end, which it will some
day,
I will gladly step aside gracefully,
with a smile on my face, because I
did strive to be,
the best poet that I could possibly be
Because I believed enough in myself.
to know that,
all of my dreams, can become a reality.
( I think that Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s words permeate through my mind from one of
his poems that he had written when he said ”Let us, then, be up and doing ,With a heart
for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait” )
I know not what is this bittersweet
feel as I am trodden by the feet...
...Oh, so dark!...of lonliness
crushed by its smirking ruthlessness.
Battered and bruised by the emotional pain,
enmeshed in a web of tears and pain.
'??',you may quire, and all I can say
you have No idea, how miserable are THEY.
They are wanting to advance stepping on shoulders,
their way should be clear- others, all boulders.
And so empty vessels never a chuckle suppress-
they can only loudly mock and depress.
And THEY define lonely, how sad is love lorn
Lives should be hooded in night, forget morn!
Ah! They only know to blur twinkling eyes,
for they only know how to turn laughter to cries.
They only know how joy is sucked out from souls,
they only know how to leave a heart full of holes.
But I know I´ll come out, I know I´ll be free-
today they may laugh, one day they´ll praise me!
And then my incessant caterwauling
will take the much awaited swing...
and THAT moment I´ll rejoice, as pure ecstasy
I know its not too far....I´ll reach....its easy.
So its best to let the bacchanalias bawl,
´cause with the stones they throw, its a BRIDGE, not a wall!
Winds may split your wrist,
Hail may bruise your frame
While you lose your way in mist,
Remember my child,
Storms are not forever
Money may not come,
Landlords may make threats
While you feed your family with crumbs,
remember my child,
Storms are not forever
You may be aged,
Fear playing hopscotch on the edge of your thoughts
Afraid of the next page,
Remember my child,
Storms are not forever
When all else fails that seems clever,
Rest weary and cry your tears, however
Remember my child,
Storms are not forever
Tear charged riders
Above the sea
Born and chosen,
To rise and clean
Air, and water
Our hills and valleys.
They help filter
UV rays streams
From brazing earth
That all receives
The sun's power
To hold it burn free.
Tear charged riders
Raised by light beams
For earth, like father
Joined by breezes,
Dancing mother
That life we may breathe.
Hands together
Might that is feared
Teams of silver
Their fate quite sealed
As they're propelled
Death, in drops of tears.
Tear charged riders
Above the sea
Your sacrifice,
A price quite dear
For salvation
That all, may know peace.
By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 06.14.11
Self confidence will allow us
Written By Dean Masciarelli
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Self confidence will allow us
To conquer our fears
And our limitations
So that we no longer have
to be
a victim of our own failures
Because we can climb above
and over all the hurdles
that are standing in front of us
And we can change our
failures and turn them
into accomplishments
Just by changing
our attitudes
And that’s just half the battle
The rest is fairly simple
Because each and everyone of us
are blessed with
our own unique gifts and talents
We just need to learn
how to bring
them to the surface
So that we may continue
to hold our heads up high
No matter what we may face
Because this will give us
the opportunity
to believe in ourselves
So that we may acquire
the inner
strength that is within us
And the self confidence
To conquer and defeat
our failures
and our own weaknesses
And the obstacles that we face
and the I cant do this attitudes
that lie underneath the surface
Because we are all
programed for success
Self confidence will allow us
To conquer our fears
And our limitations
So that we no longer have
to be
a victim of our own failures
A joy to behold more than fine gold
Cuddley as a teddy bear with beautiful silky hair
Handsome and fair
Eyes shinning ever so bright
Like an angel in the night
A wonderful gift you have recieved
The best ever I believe
Your baby boy
May he always bring you lots of joy
May he grow big and healthy
all of his life
You are his guiding light
Cherish your little gift from God
He's so sweet that won't be hard
.
America
Bright Freedom's crown
Bought with Patriot's blood for thee
May thy song abound
And forever resound
Across all of the lands and seas!
America
Brave land of liberty
Where came the world's unwanted
That fought to be
The land of the free
May you always stand undaunted!
America
Liberty's finest trend
First always in freedoms fight
Whose brave men
Stand till the end
For the cause of the just and the right!
America
Freedom's first knight
May God in His pride find thee
Shine bright your light
And with His delight
May He keep you the land of the free!
Timothy I. Brumley
A handsome and well groomed man he is
Usually very neat with well combed hair
A middle aged man of relative height
Wearing a warm smile that demands a response
Of wearing a scent I know not.
He is one of the few good men remaining in the world
‘How do I know? And how sure are you that he is good?”, you ask,
When you spend time with him that’s when you will realize
What a treasure he is, what a gentleman he is.
Lucky is she that found and keeps this treasure near her bosom.
Principled is just an understatement and for lack of a better word I will use it
A man of good character, integrity and honesty
Quick to make amends and reconcile for a wrong turn made
Thoughtful and considerate of other people feelings
A listener who will listens to you whether you make sense or not
Many have tried to ensnare and catch him
But he is ever so careful and wary of such people
Dismissing such kind politely and as humanly as possible
Able to keep confidential information as it is supposed to be
Treating all persons with dignity.
He is an early riser and a diligent work
Working till late into the night
For his family to be comfortable
To give what he may or may not have received
To lead a better fulfilling life.
Integrity and faithfulness are his core values
This has kept him going almost quite literally
He knows the importance of these virtues firsthand
He do not entertain unfaithful people
Those without integrity he abhors.
“This is too good to be true”, you say
But am yet to get to know about his weaknesses
I can only say what I have seen and heard
I know no one is perfect and he is no exception
Am yet to find his imperfections though.
He may or may not have hidden his imperfections
Or maybe they are hard to come by
Could be there was no situation to bring them out
That I was able to witness
And that is one of the reasons why it is an ongoing observation on my part
To really understand and get to know the person
No matter how the election
turns out this year, just remember
God is still in charge.
No matter what the
world may think,
God is still in charge.
We may think we
run things, but
God is still in charge.
Man does things his
way, but
God is still in charge.
Man breaks the law
and gets away with it, but
God is still in charge.
We raise our family
the way we want, but
God is still in charge.
So if the wrong person
gets elected and we get mad, just remember,
God is still in charge.
Wrote 8-31-08
The nest was neatly nestled on a branch above the bay,
But suddenly the branch began to bend and then to sway.
The baby birds were barley bold enough to be alive;
So far a fall their fragile frames would surely not survive.
One of them went whirling down, wildly to the waiting ground,
Screaming songs of sadness, then silence was his sound.
Another kept to clawing, calling out for God, a blessing.
Holding on to hope so long he died from second guessing.
The last little bird lost her balance just the same,
Death was dealt to her, and was set to win the game.
She said no thing, she spread her wings and tried to fly away,
She couldn't fly, but didn't die, her flapping saved the day.
One day your branch will break away and you will have to choose,
You can stay and pray, try to fly, or lie and live to lose.
The choice you make may take its toll, to dice you roll may burn,
So for goodness' sake, stay awake, when time to take your turn.
I may be black, brown or white
I may be clever, or not very bright
I may be Indian, Chinese or Brit
I may be strong, or not very fit
I may be Hindu, Muslim or Jew
I may be popular, or have friends that are few
I may be a gentle lady, or a stoic gent
I may be young, or a life nearly spent
I may be very tall; or rather short
I may be wealthy; or be a have not
I may be…
Many things…
But ONE thing I know…
I AM
HUMAN
ONE of a kind, a very rare breed
With the will to survive and the power to succeed.