Best Lifeme Poems
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Dream
Weaver,
Where are you?
Caress my hair,
drift through my mind's eye...
Let your fingers dig deep,
unearth the day's toils, plant seeds
that give birth to joyful tendrils
Use these, weave me rivered reveries...
Stay by my side 'til Sun kisses my cheeks
Blanket me in your kaleidoscope warmth
let silken threads of dreams tickle me,
so smiles meet my lips as I sleep
Unravel my wrinkled mind,
smoothen it, breathe new life
with your magic touch
Let me feel you,
Dream Weaver
Visit
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Date posted: April 25, 2011 6:40am
Always leaning against the sycamore
Where leaves and shadows play upon your face
Standing solitary in evenings's softened light
You touched me once
In the midst of siren sounds and steel
You summoned and I refused your darkness
Yet your breath brushed my face gently
And your presence promised a quiet peace
Since then I have seen you
Near a friend's thinning frame
Heard you gently tap on hospice windows
Whispering do not stay to bear the pain
Yes, a time will come when I long for you
But you must me leave now--go away
I am too young to feel your heavy certainty
I wish to walk free and feel light again
To watch the newly born leaves open and dance
In summer's sun and jasmine's sweet perfume
Contest entry
Having guided a young man through a tough time in life
It came time for him to move on;
Before he left he shook my hand, and said:
“I want to thank you for helping me along.”
“But how can I possibly give back to you
All the things that you have given to me?
How can I ever come close to repaying you;
It seems to be an impossibility."
I looked him straight in the eyes and said;
"Son, it’s your future I am looking toward,
The best way for paying me back
Is to pass my help along forward.
Take the things you learned from me
And pass them to your friends.
Take the love that I gave you
And pass it on once again.
Pass the encouragement,
Pass the support,
Take all the trust
And pass it on forth.
Never forget that you can’t give back,
But you can always pass things ahead,
And that way, the gifts I gave you
Will live on way after I’m dead.”
Take me home
Where the sunsets are golden
And God’s gossamer curtains ripple between the mountain tops
Where the seas are clear as the sky above
And the waters tickle the shoreline
Take me home
Where the food is simple
And tastes all the better
Where the cabs run for cheap
And smell a little funny
Take me home
Where childhood was magical
And to this day feels like a dream
Where make-believe was the truth
And the future did not exist
Take me home
Where the nights never end
And laughter is our language
Where I drown in myself
And moonlight shines behind my eyes
Take me home…
I’ve lost my way
My mommy strike me last night,
But I promise this will be our last fight,
I'm gonna run away to a place that's bright,
And when I'm gone, her feeling's are gonna be contrite,
I'm gonna let her think that my soul's no more on this earth,
She's gonna regret hitting me, and realize what I'm really worth,
I'm fighting back mentally, using my words as a weapon,
Giving her all these emotions, hope it'll teach her a lesson,
My dad did it when i was younger, man I'm so damn blind,
For thinking the people that gave me life, can be so damn kind,
They gave me verbal abuse,
I was a gift, they misused,
Watch me put my finger in the trigger, and just let it all loose,
Unleash the angel of death,
Tell God take away my breath,
I want this pain to end,
Maybe hope and faith, just might be my friend.
[idea and partial credit to sajdah al-riyami]
Form:
There was a naughty boy
And a naughty boy was he,
For nothing he would do
But create misery
He was such a naughty boy
They threw away the key
He spent years alone
In the Penitentiary
Locked up in a hole
With nowhere left to run
He finally sobered up
From a life of staying spun
He started contemplating
All that he had done
Fell to his knees
Asking of the Son
Please help me find away
Help me learn to teach
If but a single soul
I can somehow reach
Please give me the strength
Help me find the will
To write out my life
Expressing how I feel
Now that naughty boy
Has truly been set free
Being all he can
For his family
Translation:
Humanity
And so here I am
and here I see myself in white,
my skin -a midnight snowfall
where no one can stain me
with their footprints, their black footprints.
And so here I am alone.
The dawn sings to me uninhibited,
she sings of the kisses of the sun in the morning,
of the soft swaying of the stars,
their dances, their fiery weddings.
And so she sings to me in a still, small whisper,
with it she leaves me breathless,
the weight of the secrets of ages
fills up my mouth with ashes
that taste like the grave.
My tongue has become
the voice of the ancients.
And I am alone
but I don't feel alone.
Their fingers diffuse,
spreading out across my eyelids,
the dead resurrect like the sun
in my eyes.
And their wisdom in my face is a tombstone;
in my body, an Easter Sunday.
They fold in the wrinkles of a beggar woman.
They flow like tears from the open mouth of the sky.
They are sparks in the memory of children.
They hold together the stones of the Pyramids
and fill the cracks in the bones of the mountains.
And in truth our feet
begin to decompose,
to unite with the roots of the world.
And in truth we are alone
but we don't feel alone.
We carry knowledge in ivory,
mystery, forgotten nostalgia.
In our veins runs the blood
of warriors,
in our lungs
the words
of God.
Seems all roads carried me away with the breeze
I stare at the blood on my hands and my knees
No matter which road I chose I ran into a wall
Sometimes I would run and sometimes I would crawl
Suddenly I can see the sky turning blue
Now I know I’m heading on back to You
Through hard times and the bad choices I’ve made
When I was alone, despondent, afraid
When I feared the fire of Hell was my due
Through those times, Dear Lord, You’ve seen me through
I look at my life and I wonder why
I look at my choices and bow my head and cry
Life is a struggle until the last day is through
I continue my journey on my way back to You
As the winter of our lives vicariously arrives,
We think of the reasons why what we are survives;
We contemplate on things that happened long ago,
And I remember exactly all that I know.
It's what happened yesterday or five minutes before,
That deplete my memory and that's hard to ignore;
For people look at me with a questioning look,
When I ask where it was I last placed that book.
I'm loaded with groceries when I leave the store,
But my purse is back there behind the door;
And when I get to the car my keys can't be found,
So I bite my lip and don't make a sound.
I write notes that tell me what I have to do,
And end up putting my right foot in the left shoe;
I'm afraid to turn and look in the mirror,
For what I see shakes me with shock and fear.
I'm older but wiser than I used to be,
Which may be consolation if this has to be me;
But in spite of grey hair there's a twinkle in my eyes,
I'm still a young person; it’s just me in disguise.
I walk the streets by myself
but find myself laughing
and I don’t feel so alone anymore...
Could be that the breeze tickled
the laughter out of me
but I’ll be honest…
it was your corny joke the other time--
amazing how I just laugh so much when I am with you
I’m doing my laundry
but find myself singing
and I don’t feel like complaining at all...
Could be that bubbles popping
reminded me to burst into song
but I’ll be honest…
it was smelling your perfume--
sure made me delirious enough to sing
I’m cooking dinner
but find myself burning my fingers
and I don’t feel the pain so much...
Could be that the oil
wasn't too hot after all
but I'll be honest...
it was hearing your voice on speaker--
it warmed me all over and made me forget the pain
I walk the streets by myself
but find myself crying
and I just feel so impossibly alone...
Could be that it was
just one of those days
but I'll be honest...
reality finally sunk in--
crashing into me that you were really gone
I: in the 70s
At sixteen, looking through a magazine,
I came across the picture of a girl
whose character was Mary Ellen in
“The Waltons” show I watched on Thursday nights.
Her look was that of mine when I made up
my face and styled my hair a certain way.
It gave me pleasure seeing someone who
was somewhat famous - looking just like me!
And so I clipped that picture out and saved
it in a scrapbook of my memories.
II: in the 80s
Inside a bank I stood in line one day.
Ahead of me I saw a child who stood
beside a woman and I felt a shock.
The little girl looked like my five-year-old.
In fact, she looked so much like Angela,
I had to ask the lovely lass her name,
ascertaining that kid was not my own!
How very strange to see a thing like that.
III: in the 90’s
My husband had a doppleganger who
lived somewhere in our own vicinity,
for three times Joe was in a hardware store
and was approached by people thinking he
was someone else, a framer too, it seems.
I wish that Joe had learned this fellow’s name
and wonder if today they look same
and if his look-alike was also forced
to find another line of work to do!
IV: in the new millennium
I also have a doppleganger in
this area. A few times I’ve been told
I look just like another woman, but
the time that made me feel sixteen again
was when my chiropractor told me that
the structure of my face and how I looked
was like Mcdonnell’s, star in the best film
of Kevin Costner‘s. She had played a Sioux.
Her name is Mary, like the character
I thought I’d looked liked from the Walton show!
V: now
I have a doppleganger here at Soup,
except we do not look that much alike.
She’s fairly young and I am (almost) old,
but nearly everything she says to me
reminds me of myself; however, she
writes free verse and is wackier than me!
She’s more my doppleganger spiritually,
and if you cannot guess who she might be,
I’ll give a clue: she likes to change her name
here at the Soup, a thing I doubt I’d do!
For Matt Caliri's Doppelgangers contest
Things look bleak, hopeless...
A tapestry of images in my head
swirls and tells me a story,
hauntingly beautiful
then unravels so fast---
I try to catch ahold of it,
but fail.
Or so I think...
a single thread of thought
stays with me,
it winds through my fingers
and glows
Another thought floats by
so I pluck at it.
I let it intermingle
with inspiration,
then mesh it together with creativity
My loom is my imagination
my thoughts, my thread
urging me,
compelling me
to weave the story
and so I do.
For I am a word weaver.
As thoughts go in,
words come out
to create something
that warms the heart,
that uplifts the spirit.
I am a word weaver of life.
Allow my tapestry to comfort you,
even just for a while.
01.18.10 125am written for Deborah's "How do you do it?" contest :)
Sometimes I question my own faith and wonder if you are real,
can you really feel all the pain I feel.
I wonder, Can you hear me god?
Sometimes I cry myself to sleep,
do you know the reasons why I weep.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I give up on myself,
is it because you forgot about me and chose to let me deal with myself.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes people hurt me , and sometimes I hurt others,
but it seems you let them be and it's my life you choose to bother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes i feel like I'm your mistake,
is it because you judge me for all the mistakes that I make.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate others and sometimes others hate me,
but it seems you don't see others,
and it's my life with troubles you smother.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I hate you for taking my mother,
Sometimes I hate you even more for portraying my father.
I wonder, Can you hear me God?
Sometimes I think of my past,
and that's when I reliaze that nomatter what I'm feeling now,
it will never compare to the pain I was feeling back then.
It's times like this that I realize that's when you truelly chose to be my father,
to scold me, but hold me, to teach me but reach me.
To show me that my pain won't always last.
I believe this is true, at least that's the picture you drew,
yet I still wondwer, Can you hear me God?
Somewhere there might have an ocean that I haven’t seen!
Somewhere there might have a tune of soul that I couldn’t hear!
I’m going and going if somewhere long far away!
I’m watching and watching if everything is wrong enough!
I’m not afraid of saying though, “I’m a Human”!
I become failed to know “You are not mine”!
The waiting of your soul for me at tomorrow,
By thinking the memories of you, why I couldn’t sleep yesterday,
Everything is one kind of Resembling Soul!
Imaginary Crying at the door of our hearts!
You would have known though, I am still enough better than you!
Even though, I become drunk when I drink the wine,
Even though, I feel happiness when I take the marijuana!
You might have become a sparrow, what does it come and go?
I might have lost my Nest, what loses does remain?
That sky that is also yours,
Those rivers that will also give me water.
You haven’t even learnt to say, “You love you”!
“You love me”, is it so easy to say?
Somewhere there might have an ocean that I haven’t seen!
Somewhere there might have a tune of soul that I couldn’t hear!
I’m going and going if somewhere long far away!
I’m watching and watching if everything is wrong enough!
I’m not afraid of saying though, “I’m a Human”!
I become failed to know “You are not mine”!
The waiting of your soul for me at tomorrow,
By thinking the memories of you, why I couldn’t sleep yesterday,
Everything is one kind of Resembling Soul!
Imaginary Crying at the door of our hearts!
You would have known though, I am still enough better than you!
Even though, I become drunk when I drink the wine,
Even though, I feel happiness when I take the marijuana!
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July 2, 2009
Kallyanpur, Dhaka;
Bangladesh.
Form:
Amidst the thunders and in the rain shower,
Still the feeling to go and be ahead the lightened tower,
Why Oh fisherman, do you wish to trade this water,
For you know today the weather doesn’t look any safer,
But he said, in my heart all I can remember,
Is the joy it would bring if I can fetch fish for my kid’s dinner.
This place is no new to me,
Every day my life cycles around the same, you see,
I hold the belief that no matter what, I will find
As to this place I am affined,
So I say don’t fear, O dear,
As I see there is neither harm nor any barrier,
It is just a race to prove my self,
Else my confidence would then become small like an elf,
So don’t stop me and show me fear,
For I know when I return I would hear you cheer,
It would then bring a freedom in all our minds,
For I believe in the aim and not let the obstacles make me blind!