Best Introspectionday Poems
There was a day when I couldn't speak..
A day when I was small and meek..
I cried to ears that couldn't hear..
Only got consumed by many fears..
My screams were muffled and silent..
My hands couldn't write straight, only bent..
Words that came out had no direct feeling..
I stood on a stage where only seats had a meaning..
Then my voice was finally heard over the noise..
Now I sing in lines that are played with like small toys..
Piano keys and a paint brush are my screams..
But only poetry and love can fulfill my dreams..
Fairways and skylines are my picture..
Just a man who wanted to be heard and not just a fixture..
the day starts out
like every other
the smell of coffee greets me
timer set the night before
I love waking to that aroma
and as I pour a cup
you are here again
the day starts out
like every other
I know the pain of loss,
I know the joy of love.
And I know the intense lonliness,
When loved one go to Heaven above.
Now I know how much they meant,
To the life I knew before.
Now I can only look forward to the day,
When I too, walk thru Heaven's door.
Such a reunion there will be,
The singing and laughter will fill the air.
There will be a love like no other,
And time will pass without care.
Until that day comes for me,
I will hold their memories in my heart.
And when that day arrives,
Loved ones will never again need part.
The day to day today
A skein of yet again
Wrapped in thoughts of yester
As I contemplate the rester
And cuddle in to dream
As hidden feelings fester
To stretch this binding tether
As we face it all together
Hugging and holding
Enjoying the enfolding
There are many
Shades of me
They cover you
And color me
I can be any hue I want to be
Black or white
Neon bright
A darker color when we fight
A softer shade
Relaxed for when I sleep
A blue for when I’m feeling low
When wide awake, a light yellow
A range of shades for everything
When ready I’m an aubergine
I change from day to day you know
Like many colors of the rainbow
I shine brightly for all to see
Growing daily like the evergreen
ANY THING…
Even though studied well…
Or not at all studied…
A day of examination comes!
Without result
May be ended in the history…
Or may make a history!
Certainly, any thing
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Any feeling
That may end with you
Or may be cherished
An inspiration for the coming generations!
Any truth
That may be annihilated in time’s womb
Or may carry that dreamt of new times!
Any philosophy
May be a closure to the old history…
Or a sprout for a new fate!
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Enjoyed or not
A closing day comes.
Life is also an examination-
Still there may be a higher step to escalate…
Or getting on to the last step!
Any thing…
Looking at my hands
Still young to
Grasp a brush for
Gracie's ponytails
And strong enough
To tickle my big boy Dylan
Patting my kids back heartily
As I hug them
Soft enough
To glide my fingertips
Across my lovers arms
Fresh enough to touch the sick
In my presence
I realize as I trace the veins
That they'll be knobby and
weak
One old day and I'll flip
Pages of photo albums and
Pages of poetry
Remembering my full life
A day will come I won't
recognize they belong to me
Wrinkled and thin skinned
As they pat my grandchild's
Soft young hair
May my
Old hands remember
To tell me their stories
Each day as
My loves are busy making
Their own stories
Hoping I smile often
And rest that final rest
With each fingertips memory
On reflection what do I see?
In contrast to a younger me
do I spy cynicism in my little eye;
perhaps some regret for what could be?
On reflection what have I done?
The path I trod has led me here;
I am in this place, in this moment.
Experienced, yet each day new -
the space, the mood, each cloud formation
an innovation of fresh invention;
every dawn a rebirth; each familiar
familiarity has a contemporary hue.
The rejuvenation of night casting new light;
cleansing, healing each rueful thought.
Awakening in redemption, and grasping new
opportunity left - like a Christmas sack,
bursting with gifts, at the foot of the bed.
So as I tut and shake my head
for what could have been,
I only see what is, and all I have.
No time for reflection or regret,
I seize the day 'Carpe Diem' I say,
collect my sack of new beginnings,
and on my way. Yes, 'Carpe Diem' I say.
One day I tasted upon my liar's tounge the sweet sugar of victory, only to
find that my pride had turned it to salt, and for
all that, it was refreshing. I
realized that sugar is everywhere, and
salt is rare, well worth
its weight in AU79.
One day I was listening, pricking
up my ears and
waiting for the the sounds, the foolish
voices radiating untrue words, the multitudes of helper brains impaired.
A thought came to me. Maybe
herds entrap the razor wire in the end, perhaps
that is the nature of the f(b)east,
In-animate
Electric
Endorphin
Anvil, stirrup and exothermic Konga!
One fine day I lay down on the springy grass, and
let the sun shine on me. I felt
the gentle curve of the earth beneath me. I slept. I
Dreamt.
Gray fog and
burnt tongue and
deaf ear turned inwards
the acids ceased to flow over my dendrites.
What end of days could be so terrible?
To all pursuers of dreams
Think of your dream as a castle
On this day at this moment
You stand on the parcel of land
On which that castle of yours is to be built
You can choose to stand as long as you would
...and do nothing but wish
Or you can begin by removing a stone
...from where it shouldn’t be
Or drawing a line where you wish to dig
Point is, you must begin
You must start now to do something
For if you don’t do something toward that dream today
Tomorrow it shall still be waiting to be done
It shall face you accursedly for not having done it yesterday
Any hesitation to do the necessary means
The completion of your castle shall have been delayed
By yet another day
...the day you stood wishing... and doing nothing
Ignoring that little that should’ve and must’ve been done
If and before the castle of your dreams
...is to stand boldly in the air
...for all to see and for you to own and cherish
All work must diligently precede
Hence a day at a time is the best guarantee
Reflections on a Roasting Pan
The secret place where a woman goes
To wonder about the way life flows.
The ‘day after’ blues are setteling in,
Please, a few hours to see where we’ve been.
Great Uncle Dan, the turkey, another pie,
Another year gone, it’s rushed right on by.
New jobs, new babies, new wrinkles to see,
Young people still looking at life with glee.
The same stories about walking 10 miles to school.
New stories about I pods, in this the young rule.
This day for reflection and mopping the floor,
Thank God I’m not with those 4am nuts at the store.
Note:
Some of my female relatives think it’s hilarious
To join the throngs at the day after
Thanksgiving Sunrise Xmas sales. We do have some
Mutating shopping genes in this family.
I pray words can come to me one day
-Without the lingering of sorrow and regret.
That one day I can trust and hope and pray
-Without remembering our woes.
I pray one day my soul to cleanse
To be awashed anew again
But today my lord I ache to know…
These words are but the shell
Of faith we used to know.
Why do I speak to thee?
When inside these vows are dead to me.
How do I find that long-lost love?
The humility and honor to know it’s true.
I can not start this book again,
And skip the pages I’d rather not see.
I can not erase the lines
That should never have to be .
So tell me Lord, how to start a different book.
Define that word “faith”,
so I can comprehend this new chapter.
Help me rember how faith and hope inspires-
And how belief creates the miracles worth living.
when I was a little boy I ran into a little bit of bad luck
with my new slingshot I mistakenly killed my Nanna's pet duck
I was frightened and so scared that I had a panic attack
and thinking like a child I buried the duck in the back
unbeknownst to me there was a witness to this deed
I had inadvertently given my sister all the ammunition she would need
and for the entire summer she held that duck of guilt over my head
she blackmailed me to do all her chores until the day I was spirit-led
the Holy Spirit came upon me one day and told me to confess of my sins
for that would be the only way to gain control of my life once again
so with a contrite heart I went and told my Nanna what had went down
she laughed and said she wondered how long I would let my sister push me around
she said she saw me that day when I buried the duck in the backyard
and hoped that I would eventually come and tell her of my part
she was very much aware that my sister had held me in a bind
and she prayed that the teachings of the Lord would come to weigh on my mind
It was a lesson in life that I have since come to discover
that there's nothing you can hide that the Holy Spirit will not uncover
there is no thought, no deed nor anything that will remain concealed
that the light of the Lord Our God will not one day reveal
so don't let the duck of guilt be the sword that hangs over you
confess of your sins and simply live to always tell the truth
Turn away…
Far away from the ever streaming noise, rioting
The endless flow of useless chatter and rhetoric
Bombarding in attempt to arrest my psyche
Seeking to break down defenses
Searching for a hairline crack!
The clamor, deafening; the surge, relentless
Grinding into senses, demanding notice!
Folding into my every waking moment
From dawn through the height of day
Ferocious, bold, they hang deep into night
Sleep comes slowly, yet at times brings no respite
Like ink they seep into dreams
Long after the twinkling stars are hid
By the expanse of a navy velvety sky
Turn away…
Turn away to welcome the silence
In midstream, day or night
I must tune into myself; turn away from constant din
Let them fall into vast emptiness
Fall upon the heap of useless chatter
I will listen to the silence; savor the music in my soul
Hear the rustling leaves on tree branches
Glistening in the noon day sunlight
Beneath cloudless baby blue skies!
These are the days I miss so much these are the days I long for so much
everyday I sit and think of how things use to be everyday I think of the memories
as I look back on my life I can say that the glory days was the best days of my life
Now the summer spring and fall has gone now the day has begun as I walk
through the forest and the trees I can smell the warm breeze of the sun setting
it makes me feel warm knowning that I have experienced the best the glory days
nothing matters to me more each day I'm proud to say that the best days are
the pass the best days is all I have the best days are in the pass which are the
glory days.
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