Best Lifemay Poems
In deeds of brawn and those of brain,
For a grain to gain and goal attain,
Before these to garner in the fields you go,
Know the flow.
Know the path aright and whence it heads,
And the tools he wants who it treads;
The hood of the way and the mood to wear,
Before you dare.
Mark the might and meander of stream,
Ere its waters to swim you dream;
How slow or swift do the waters go down;
You may drown.
Weigh first the strength of your army and arm,
The economy's how-- whether weak or firm;
And then the opponent's and his tools,
Lest you lose.
If to erect a tower you well may treasure,
The splendor design and its cost measure;
To see which way and what's enough,
So they won't laugh.
Feel the feeling and the font in all,
Of gurus and greats, of a noble call;
Walk their stalk and talk their say,
Or else, miss the way.
Sail to the sides the winds dictate,
And make the mast with them relate;
Fear not the end, sail on and row,
There, must be a shore.
The flow of fiber of love and life,
The things to acquiesce and cause no strife;
Which ghost to follow, which Power to adore,
Take the flow.
Far as the Politics and this is my voice
Medical Marijuana is the right choice
Even though that road is no longer for me
It serves a purpose and that’s clear to see
Convicts are growers as it thins out the pen
Offering the players a game they can win
It’s true; home invasions may be on the rise
As smoke from the pot fills up our skies
Children of growers will grow up and use
Trying hard to fill up their parent’s shoes
We work, pay taxes, they rake in the cash
Everybody’s looking for some kind of stash
My stash is my daughter she is also my pride
From her there are no actions I would ever hide
There are two little feet that are following me
Eyes as beautiful and innocent as two eyes can be
Those eyes look at me like I’m Robert De Niro
I’m not just her daddy I’m that little girls hero
Because, I made the changes a man makes in life
I made them for my children and also my wife
I’m at the top of my class and like it or not
I wouldn’t be here, sitting around smoking pot
The Lord is my Shepherd my wife is my friend
Each lets me know there are rules I can’t bend
I talked it over with the Lord and my wife
Everything bad comes with that way life
We no longer choose to wear addicts shoes
But you be our guest go right ahead and use
I bear no animosity I will hold no grudge
I may be a Christian but I am no Judge
Aside from all the Politics this is my voice
I know growing pot is not the right choice
Medical Marijuana is an issue that I have
friends on each side of the table. I think
each side has many valid points. i think
it's an issue that will never be resolved
because the two sides see things very
differently. I have far to much to live
for to sit around high. But then again,
who am I to judge.
I am on the periphery
On the outside looking in
On all of what has come before
On all the things that might have been
I think about those possibilities
The things I might have done
Would I have made different choices
To change any of what has been?
I am on the periphery
On the outside looking forward
To the seasons of my mind
To all the joys I may have yet to find.
~ CA Kysely May 9th, 2011
(May 10th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
Heavens Gate
All through life we may move slow
Not like watching the grass grow
At times were in a hurry
We don’t stop or slowdown to worry
When we get older we do slowdown
Our skin may wrinkle and look like a frown
The only time were never late
When were going up to heavens gate
From my tail bone’s tip to the top of my head,
Rainbow hued wheels are spinning,
Emitting bright colors, letting energy in.
Converting it; returning to the aura to be used again.
The Root Chakra is red, at the base of the spine.
It controls my passion and I think it's sublime.
The Sacral Chakra is orange, two inches below the naval.
It controls emotions, and procreation while I'm able.
The Solar Plexus Chakra is yellow, just under the ribcage.
It controls feelings and the intellect, in which I engage.
The Heart Chakra is green, in the center of the chest.
It controls healing and love and is the one I like best.
The Throat Chakra is blue, at the throat’s hollow.
It controls devotion and relating, I try to follow.
The Brow Chakra is indigo, at forehead, and is the third eye.
It controls spiritual insight, and the psychic world I must try.
The Crown Chakra is violet and white, at the top of the head.
It controls spiritual enlightenment, I may not know till I'm dead.
All of these Chakra colors make a person complete.
They’ll help you recognize your soul mate when you meet.
Your Chakras will spin until the day that you die.
Making your aura hues glow, on this you may rely.
*Note: I have been an Aura Photographer since I trained and bought my aura camera
in 1997. It is a very accurate way to measure the body's physical, mental, emotional
and spiritual well being. I use it in conjunction with my reiki (touch healing).
Chakra Etymology: Sanskrit cakra, literally, means wheel — more at wheel
Date: 1888
: any of several points of physical or spiritual energy in the human body according to
yoga philosophy
Form:
The greatest treasure that I have ever found
Written By Dean Masciarelli
September 13, 2010 (6:43pm)
The greatest treasure that I have ever found
is not fortune or power or fame of any kind
It is far greater then that
and
it doesn’t cost you anything
Because it cannot be bought
And some may say for the right price
that
they can have anything that they want
And in so many cases they may be right
But the one thing that they cannot buy from
anyone
is far more precious then gold or diamonds
And it’s the greatest treasure that
could
ever be given or received by anyone
And in my mind I have come to the conclusion
That being truly loved without question
is by far
the greatest blessing that you or I
could ever have the opportunity to find
An appliance has a warranty,
Right there in black and white.
You can get your money back
If it won’t work just right.
And purchasing a car provides
Assurance in two styles –
It’s guaranteed for either months
Or, which comes first, in miles.
The human body does not have
A paper that imparts
The promise of the life imbued
In all its many parts.
So sometimes organs need repair,
Especially with age;
And when such breakdowns happen,
It is very hard to gauge.
Your heart may suddenly decide
It’s thumped its final beat;
Or possibly, your knees get bored
With holding up your feet.
Your retina may think it’s time
For it to just detach;
And maybe hidden cancer cells
Wake up and start to hatch.
Sections of your brain may feel
They’re kind of overloaded.
Liver, kidneys, pancreas
May start to look corroded.
Symptoms warn us, sort of like
That dread check-engine light;
Then we must take action
To bring order back from blight.
Just think of how much easier
And calm our lives would be,
If, with our birth certificates,
We got a warranty!
Ilene Bauer (http://primetimerhyme.blogspot.com)
We have the Birds. . .
Living life to the fullest. Rising with the
dawn, eager and happy to seek out their
first juicy meal of the day, without delay.
For this meal gives them stamina to fly
and gather twigs to carefully construct
their nests . . . nests to welcome their
little fledglings in the splendor of spring.
Then we have the Bees. . .
Bees live in their own devout community,
ever busy and content to gather nectar
to be shared by their fellow roommates
without avarice or ego driven traits that
plague the human spirit. We have much
to learn from the tiny bee, flying free.
The lesson we may learn from the birds
Is that contentment may be found in the
presence of Mother Nature as a divine gift
acknowledging a balance of gratefulness,
keeping within the bounds our eco system.
The lesson we may learn from the bees is
that each of us plays an important part in
insuring our growth in humanity by sharing
the fruits of our labor with each other in unity.
Sorry, Carol, I blew it and somehow missed your large
lettering of the word Acrostic. Not sure I will have time
to write another for your contest. --Connie
Many times I pass my old
home remembering the
many past times that were
birthed there, like a new-born
child coming into the world;
purity is untarnished and whole.
Memories encrusted in its walls,
slowly being covered with cobwebs
and dust created by unknown spirits.
Many pasts become tainted with
unwanted and unwelcome entities that
many become false and are then forgotten,
like a sudden wave of resistance.
As hollow as it may seem life itself
creates voids that may never be filled,
like a newly created crater; a dent in
one’s life.
Regardless of what path I follow
it is surely going to fork;
confusion thrives in these unknown
areas of one’s life.
My past becomes hollow causing endless
memories to leak out; forgetfulness is
not known in my own little world for
my inner being seeps out of my very own
skin, like moisture owned by the earth
we walk on.
Hollow pasts are becoming one
with nature for each of us
are created by this misunderstood
entity for many underestimate
its strength and destructive essence.
Memories become something of the past,
regardless of how often they are created;
each one becomes text in one’s unwritten
autobiography.
Hollow pasts?
They are something of the unseen future,
alone and endured by many.
They are crying always, unhappy with the situation.......with where they are...with what they
are doing,
complaining and whining about the world....
waiting for a fairy godmother to make a change.....to take the responsibility...to undo the
wrong deed
to clean their self created mess.....also take the credit for the entire ordeal.
No one wishes to be corrected.....and no one cares....
nothing makes an impact anymore....nothing left to talk anymore....nothing useful anymore,
all is left is ignorance and aggression to hurt and make fun.
“They are partial..unfair...biased and are the cause of this miserable phase which again is
prolonged by them”,
that's all i hear and say......i don't exclude myself...i am that person too....there is a name
for it....human nature.
Chief says they are abandoning me because of you...you are one sided...imperfect,
but i say, hey chief.... are you perfect? ...are you just? ...and have you seen the mirror? ,
i get no answer... am not loud enough..... may be no answer is enough.
It's funny how people always fail to see flaws in them......heights of ignorance...it certainly is
a bliss.
They give speeches on bringing a change.....and pretend....and pretend.....and pretend.....to
think...with no realization of fooling themselves.
The world's just living with no giving..........you may be writing but is someone reading?
Have we lost something which was never there...or may be we like to remain blind!
no place for thought....no place for the heart.
I see curiosity....dismay....disheartenment.....agitation.....disturbance.....apprehension...and
everything seems to be an illusion.
It's all around me....it's in me......it's everywhere i go...in everyone i meet,
no one questions........no one dares,
show me someone......who cares!
Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's
fascinating really how computers run our lives,
the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the
mouse, it's gotten so that folks don't even have to
leave the house.
The world's right at our fingertips and there's no way
around, the fact that all you need is just a debit card
account,
to pay for what you wish, your items may get freely
shipped, you may get really gipped but I aint really
sayin spit,
I'll change it up a bit, now ev'rybody lose your mind, I
don't mean goin crazy just expand it and refine,
imagine you're agoraphobic, scared to go outside,
computers then present a slight resemblance of a
life.
The script rotates with ease I flip it 45 degrees, you
got the shady ones out there that steal identities,
bring fam'lies to their knees, absconding quick with
50 Gs, a scam that's ran leaves both the check and
save stash hittin E.
They're also in the mobile phones, there're no more
phones at home, no cordless in the kitchen only
touch screen mobile tones,
that come with email, news and weather packaged
up in foam, remember when we knew our peoples'
numbers from the dome?
I stand up self admittedly absorbed in techno-lust,
it's fright'ning if you ponder, it could all end with a
touch,
of just a button, maybe 2, a maze of 82, Verizon's the
horizon so we're really praising who?
The media in print is by the wayside, take a look,
we'll move a cursor but won't flip the pages in a book,
on that aspect I'm old school up unitl I d-i-e, you'll
always find a paper or a hardback right by me.
The future's in the hands of those who strive to make
it more, than being slaves to microchips like
Terminator 4,
there will be no salvation when the Ipads mess us
up, Steve Jobs is worshipped more than God,
beware of techno-lust.
Smile forever
Fly free
Stretch your wings!
For there’s a long way to go!
A lot of things to learn
A lot, may be to remember
A lot, may be you forget!
But smile forever
My friend
For there is hope at the end of this road
There’s freedom at the end of the road
So smile my friends
Form:
For years the way goes north
And turns away till its round
Thousand of hundreds it may take
For the right word to be found
It comes to a master piece
And the world will cherish his memories
The years may change so may the seasons
Leaves may die, get a new life, and fill out the naked trees
Yet he smiles his way in the white floor
With his dynamic thoughts and hands
For it may be just a while
Until again he joins his fellow sands
Form:
Just keep always your Hopes alive
What ever may be the density of darkness?
Only a candle can create light.
What ever rough and tough may be the path,
You are walking or you have to follow,
Even without a lamp or Light,
Or a companion near or anywhere insight,
And you are walking on your way, Alone,
All alone, without anyone,
To support, to strengthen and
To console you in your plight,
When you are in despair and too sad,
And may be you are too old to bear,
The burden of your body and your heart,
And tears are rolling from your eyes,
And no one to ask,
why you are weeping and why are you sad?
And no one to care,
If you are tired and even bleeding,
While crossing the sands of time,
When still you have to cross,
Rivers, Plains and many ups and down of Life.
If such is the density of darkness,
All around you in your life?
Keep only the torch of Hopes,
Always alive.
Remember, you may not see that light,
If you want to feel it from open eyes,
But you will be illuminated very soon,
Some where deep inside,
Have trust
God will fill your soul,
With the eternal Joy and Happiness,
Spreading your own light,
All around you and
Removing all the darkness of your Life,
And the darkness of your Path.
You may not know how it happens?
But it happens always,
When you keep your Hopes alive,
Amid the darkness of Life.
What ever may be the density of darkness?
Just keep always your Hopes alive.
Ravindra
Kanpur India August 18, 2010
* Simile. For Deborah Guzzi's Contest 'Jewels of the Crown'
for a trouble ridden life to get the chance to unwind
an eclipse may cover even the most colorful sunshine
the past will creep away and the future may be full of pain
but lessons must be learned so you can persevere and regain
mistake will be made and you will have to do your part
because sometimes we need an end if we want a chance to restart