Best Live For The Day Poems
As I sit watching fusions of saffron and scarlet hues
elegantly charm the horizons.
Silently, fluffy lush clouds float by
like a magnetic field drawing me closer,
in hope they may lead me to you.
So I ponder
maybe love is like the sunrise
so many see it - yet so few feel it.
Just the thought of my beloved,
leads to these poetic fingers bleeding.
As they drown in an abundance of words,
that can only be soothed by her luscious lips.
For these sentimental eyes yearn
to caress her tender skin.
So, I set upon the path to discover,
if it shall lead to the realms of my lover.
A path that I have once trodden upon before,
but the soul demands to travel upon it once more.
After all I'm only human,
the love she planted in my heart still remains
and how can I love another,
when the heart refuses to give permission.
Time has kept us apart.
I float to her like a butterfly,
and shall float until I reach her province.
For this not just an infatuated sensation,
you may hear in a fairy tale or sung in a lullaby.
Her love is the only sensation of infatuation,
as she holds the formula to my alchemist heart.
I know I can't simply take her heart,
it can only be given to one.
But without her the world is cold,
and I live for the day she will wrap me up
inside her heart and never let me leave.
For the love she gave, is still the only one I crave.
I long to walk together amongst bluebells and ambrosial roses,
roaming through an oasis of enchanted blossoms.
Her arms will become my sanctuary.
To create a masterpiece of serenity,
to achieve an eternal state of tranquillity.
I hope before first site of twilight,
her perfect vision brings justice to this write.
In a world full of expectations,
I may lose the passion to exist.
Just one beautiful gesture,
will help me to remember how to smile.
For, I know her radiant eyes will provide clarity,
the warmth of her kiss will be my remedy.
The Silent One
8 November 2017
Simple Musings.
POTW 12th May 2019
Thank you for visiting my third Visual Video Poem, more or less a continuation of my previous poem – ‘The Dreamer’
(I invite you to view the complete production effects and the superb narration by Kelvin on the video above)
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when faith in ourselves will unshackle old beliefs
I LIVE FOR THE DAY belief in The One Spiritual Energy will be redeemed
I LIVE FOR THE DAY that armed conflict against so-called enemies
Is declared pointless and therefore unnecessary will be deemed
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when wizened skin a thing of beauty will be perceived
Our elders revered and adhered
Their words of wisdom respected and believed
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when people will recognise the power of natural curing
And not be influenced by the greedy Pharmaceutical manipulating
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when equality by all will be shared
Power segregation abolished ~ racial discrimination repaired
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when schools will encourage children’s gifts and abilities
Rather than stick to outdated systems that stifles innovation and possibilities
I LIVE FOR THE DAY when Man will adapt to our Earth a more reverent conservation
Our steadfast purpose toward environmental change
And Mother Nature becomes our commitment to her preservation
I LIVE FOR THE DAY …
By Maria Williams
Copyright © Maria Williams
Video arrangement, production, direction
and compilation:
Ron Williams
Video editing, sound mixing, graphics:
Jayne Hartano
(Our very own Lariese.com Art Director)
Voice over:
Kelvin
Music:
Our Future
Composer:
Peder B. Helland
POTW 12th May 2019
(WHY I KEEP LIVING)
She is light skin
blonde hair with curls
a perfect mixture of our different racial spring.
A gap in between her front teeth
and two tiny dimples on her cheeks.
Haha!
She is so beautiful and fragile
very intelligent and sweet.
She has a castle in the garden
she believes she is Cinderella.
My unborn princess Mia.
I dreamed of her ever since i was sixteen.
at nineteen i thought this was it
only i had no groom.
so when he put a ring on it on my 21st birthday
i knew it would be anytime soon.
But when we went our separate ways an year after that
it was another doom.
Now am 24,turning 25yrs soon
and i think i have found the right Mon.
But with all the distance and miles separating us
i think it will take a few passing of the moon.
Each night before i drift off
i close my eyes
place my hand on the tummy
and listen as her tiny legs tries to kick it off.
Each dawn when i wake
i kiss 'Mia the teddy' on the forehead
as i shall each day when we wake.
I live for that soft wail
when doctors cut that tail.
I live for the bite of her first set of teeth
announcing she is about to outgrow my ****.
I breath for the day she calls me 'mama'!
I breath for the day she runs down those stairs
without my arms as her guide and armor.
I breath for that scared innocent look
when i let go of her hand on her first day to school.
I fight for the day she comes home crying
with her first heart break.
I fight for the day those tall legs makes a win on the run way
granting her a career through break.
I live for the day she reach the teens
start to see me as her evil twin.
I breath for the day my baby girl walks down the aisle
with pride besides her father all glamorous and in style.
I fight for the day she hit forty
and everything she feels becomes a fight.
I live for the day she will comb my gray hair
tuck me to bed with a kiss on my forehead
as i once did to her.
I breath for the day i shall dies
old,toothless and with a smile
because i know she will be standing by.
I live, breath and fight to live
till she is live
right here in my life.
Be Thankful
When things seem so unfair
Remember what you have
A roof over your head
Food on the table
Memories made with
Family and friends
Some days can seem a drag
But you’re alive so smile
Learn to be yourself
Remain honest and trustworthy
Your work oh such a grind
Suppling pennies to spend
Providing for your needs
So be thankful
You’re in charge of what you do
Live for the day
Tomorrow’s are always there
Make life the best you can
Be happy
Laugh until you cry
Have fun always
Stay crazy if you must
Just remember
Remain thankful
Tomorrow may never come
My demons have come poised for attack.
I have no fear for you watch my back.
In the still of the night, far from the sun.
I stand protected by God’s only Son.
Freshly washed, my soul is now clean.
The veil has been torn down which stood in between.
A bright new day is now shown by your light.
Saved lives have begun free from the night.
Death no longer has a grip on those who believe.
May God bring you peace that will never leave.
Lose all fear and live for the day.
This life is a gift, so treat it that way.
There are far too many who live in fear.
Waiting for the end of days thinking it is always near.
Don’t waste your life on things you can’t control.
Jesus died for you and he stays in the know.
I board my little metal box early in the dawn,
Adjust my seat, fix my mirror, turn the stereo on,
I love the drive, I live for the day,
And I am generally accepting,
Of all those little experiences,
Life shares with me along the way.
Check my mirrors, watch my speed,
Keep that safe distance that all drivers need,
Tense up my neck, stare into the next car,
Give people intense looks from near, and from afar.
All of the sudden, something within me jumps out,
Did I just curse, did I actually shout?
I’m only going from here to there, just a simple commute,
But there is a collective static that I cannot dispute,
As I glance at the other drivers, with that protruding vein,
From all of the anger, stress, and strain.
They all look like the angry guy in my mirror,
That is staring them right back again.
Break checking, tail gating, horns blowing,
And all of those one fingered salutes,
That my fellow drivers are showing.
Have I lost my mind? Is the traffic beginning to slow?,
Did I just call that little old lady,
A bloated warthog for not staying with the flow?
I finally reached my destination and my patience is gone,
My nerves shot, my anger boiling over, as the day wears on.
Why Oh why do I love to drive,
When just getting there wrecks my day?
I cant point the finger and blame others for my anger,
When I reacted in exactly the same way.
There is a solution to this though,
There is more than one way out,
There is a way to have a good day to this you may score,
Have others drive so you can talk,
Leave earlier and walk,
And of course, that is what a bus route is for.
It makes me smile when i see him
All my worries fall away
Nothing but fun while we are together
I see no boundaries to seclusion
I have no hurt or pain to think of
Just pure happiness and thrill.
I like the way he laughs at most things i say
The trust is incomparable yet defined
We share rooms but not beds when we travel
He shares stories from home and i listen with great ease
We are never apart for more than a week.
We live for the day but dream for the future
We moan and act like kids so sill but so freeing
We can tell each other anything
Our time is precious so we spend it wisely
He is everything to me and i wish him well.
He has seen my pain yet never knew how to help
He doesn't do hugs but he is there and that's ok
He likes the fact i am a good listener
I will listen to him all day if that's what it took
I would be lost without him in my life.
I walk in the shadow of death,
I have neglected to care for my soul,
creeping age, brings it close with each breath,
Faith is the breath for your soul to be whole.
But when faith, no longer is there
And you've treated your soul like a shadow,
When it's spiritual needs, you’ve ignored without care,
Leaving no room, to include and to share.
To the promises of church and state,
I now no longer relate,
I cast no blame, I assign no wrong,
But I cannot find Salvation
in a Choral hymn or song.
Doctrine and catechism, drummed in by rote
Never ever would get my vote,
The promise of everlasting damnation,
The subtle procrastination,
Hell fire just left me cold,
threats just made me bold,
rules designed to avoid temptation,
Were eschewed, when recognised,
as misinformation.
The future is what it will be,
If agnostic you’re somehow set free,
To find God in your own special way,
To look forward with hope to that day.
In the meantime just follow these rules,
Just live for the day,
Do your best on the way,
And leave the hereafter,
To fate and to laughter.
Hidden within the depths of your pocket
You grab onto your pen like a plug to a socket
As a way to focus on life to know when
Inspiration consumes you and its time to write again.
When you open your heart you open your mind
Unlimited energy within you, you find
That when you do inspiration is easily sought
Now strike while the irons hot.
In a world thats suffocated by consternation
Consideration is given to infinite inspiration
Strange desolate faces plodding on the street
To the salivating pleasure of ternasco meat.
We are our own creation yearning for liberation
A chance to be free from pain
blossom like a carnation.
Realise that what we have today may be lost
Live for the day smile without any cost.
You are not some game so dont be played
Confront the venemous beasts dont be afraid.
Save money, theres a reason piggy banks are cute
Be so happy to put money in that chute.
Sadly there will be rainy days
You gotta be happy with your loot.
The paper we earn and yearn is the poison fruit
Prosper on the highway or go down a murky route.
Tell the truth, be honest and discrete
Dont divulge your mind in dark denials
Wilting as a person the walking deceased
So indulge in truth stand tall for miles and miles.
You are a biome a community of complex cells
A great individual with inate potential to excel
in anything if you channel the energy
required to propel you towards your destiny.
In the depths of your pocket lies a pen
Harnessing you to speak your mind.
When that stream of energy flows within
Start writing from the inspiration you find.
Gondwana
I woke up it was morning and a year had gone
My future was behind me I only had to live for the day
And not bother with philosophical questions but
Set the day free to wander, see where it will take me.
I hope it is not Madagascar this island of muddy shores
Steamy heat, odd animals with big empty eyes
A variety of snakes and dusty roads leading nowhere
This Island was once a part of a supercontinent but it
Moved out of time Madagascar is a reminder of not to
Worry about now whatever happens it will move out
The world is a stage where most of us a statists but has
No say about the script; time takes care of that.
“A person who is remorseful over his past actions without any inclination to change just punishes himself. On the other hand, remorse with a desire to change is so constructive and will yield wonderful results”- ~ By Poet
Scenes reel back casting dark shadows,
Of the fated day I had to leave my home,
Handcuffed and guarded by cops on either side,
Despised by all as one so loathsome.
I had in me, then the heart of stone.
All I could think was of my own gain.
Thoroughly swept by the rip - tide of illusion,
I had no regard for another’s pain.
‘Drink life to the lees’ was my credo.
So I gambled to make a hoard of money.
Drugs and dopes gave me instant delight.
Initially my days were all too sunny
But suddenly life derailed from its track.
My wallet was like a leaking tank.
All its contents drained out in no time.
Gradually into dejection and despair, I sank.
Eliminated from life by my own misdeeds,
Weary of mind from stress and strife,
Hate grew and hardened within me as a rock.
Once I ripped my rival with a knife.
Convicted and caught red handed,
I ended up in this cheerless cell.
Within these dank forlorn walls,
I shrink like an oyster in its shell.
Everything here is dusty and rusty
To get some peace as I attempt to sleep,
Marauding thoughts invade my brain.
Like a line of red ants, they listlessly creep.
……. …….. ……… ……….
But years of confinement have changed my life.
I am determined not to give up my fight.
Somehow, I will push and pull myself on
And will walk victorious to the world of light.
Through these cold rusted prison bars,
Now I look into a world that lies beyond.
From dead faces, longingly I cast my eyes,
On all that once to me has been so very fond.
I must go back to life, so sadly lost,
And live for the day I will make a new start.
I hope I can make it, at least have to try,
And realize the dreams I still treasure in my heart!
The weight of sin grows heavy with age,
And at the aged the demons do rage.
And why do they fix their grin upon the young,
And not a sound raise against a forward tongue?
But for those who know they circle above,
And those who would touch the perfection of love,
These fallen have nothing but ire,
And seething disdain for their penitent desire.
Hopeless and helpless they want them to be,
And broken in heart, and crippled in knee.
And seeing no way to continue to live,
With nothing to offer and nothing to give,
To go on and die and make place for the young,
For they live for the day, a fools song on their tongue.
And so at the aged the demons will rage,
And despise all those who gain wisdom with age.
Winds of hatred, clouds of dark waters shower thy grace upon my soul
Be merciful to me God of my world
See time rewind in my name, cleanse me from it all
Yet I can't go back and amend
I sit here desperate in question of the future that walks my way
If only I saw, if only I spoke of beauty beyond reach of the naked eye
If only I held her every time as if it was the last
How can I make her love me more if I no longer am in her life
Will the wind carry my voice upon her ears that she may rejoice in my hearts verse
I weep and in thought I die
I no longer live for the day, as only at night can I see her
She sits over the clouds in the second heaven
Her light dwells upon the night
She glows my eyes that I may see
If only I had listened to her when she spoke
If only I had taken the time to plant joy and see its fruits upon herr smile
Yet I stood there in lifes struggles that killed the eduardo that she once knew
And here I am wondering if God will give her back to me
In prayer I stay for it shall be but my Lords will. Amen
lost in freedom
i opened my eyes
oh is morning
another new day
another new privilege
am alive so am blessed
what else is needed
if not to live for the day
till it night comes
what a freedom
what a blessing
yet around me
are circumstances beyond
my control
despite am in control
of my self
lost in freedom
living through life
i realise am human
in the midst of too
many devalued humans
who got no hope on
intelligent humans
except from God
who they live to
Sacrifice all life gaves to
in the midst of this humans
i learned what humanity means
i was touched to live among
them realising how much
humour i could acquire to
live up to my virtue
is so beautiful when
one can live freely in
a land of emptiness
of material wealth
lost in freedom
i got lost in a famous system
i got depressed in getting civilised
i never understood today reality
on freedom
so i realise life is not a game
but a legacy
as i discover my soul
in spirituality
through the connection
i share from the universe
of love where all it takes
to be human is found
yet some say am mad
they that are too intelligent
say am crazy
yet if i have followed
there opinion
by now i would have been
lost in freedom
You could have taken a different route
Lord knows it had its charms.
But that wasn't what you were about
before you were in my arms.
You forfeited friends along the way
but you scarce gave it a thought.
You let them do and be what they may
while you did everything you ought.
Thus you came to me in celestial white,
sweet, pure, faithful in every degree.
I see you still in that heaven-sent light
and live for the day you and I are we.