Best Pathways Poems
Oh we made our choices in life and tried so very hard
Nothing’s easy when the old school buried deep mentally,
Being street wise we fought many times our lives put on guard
Till we came along and touched each with our candour gently.
Yesterday at the castle or was it a long time past?
Till then as yet never met life in concrete we thought set,
Dreams becoming reality in them a role at last
Seems we were meant to meet oh fate we succumb to your debt.
Far behind now the guilt as our hearts rhythmically beat
Looks count for nothing as sincere eyes see more than skin deep,
While many hours have long time passed; years spent now a new treat
Creating tomorrow’s memories forever to keep.
Oh to reap the rewards in this our lives the seed to sow
To know love needs a little rain before sunshine to grow.
© Harry J Horsman © Mandy M Tams 2015…
I fear the day our words cease to say
How much I need your love in every way
As our love is tested in such a mind-altering play
You know I pray in every way for God to take us away
Just like we planned it from the very first day
We knew our love was here to stay
Everything has been on display in such a bad way
Oh God, why are we living in such disarray?
Isn't our love powerful enough to sway
What holds us up and keeps getting in our way
So again I pray in every way
For God to take us away
To our love that is here to stay
I ask in your son's name
Oh please God from up above
Won't you show us the love
That came straight from you?
When you revealed
What a blessing had come our way
Because we trust you on all our pathways
From the love you bestowed upon us
From our first day
We planned our getaway
So as we approach another day
It's with that same love we pray
To you from our first day
Oh, how I pray this to send your way
Because of the love that's underway
It's as beautiful as a ballet
That you want to replay
In every way day after day
So very true according to what
We learned from you
Our God we love in every way
Written~ September 12, 2023
My cozy home, encircled by emerald pathways.
California autumnal beauty, created that way!!
This blessed day, He painted with magical rays,
Come on down, observe the deep, green leaves sway,
Saturday and Sundays are such glorious days here,
Grandma not hiding behind glass, there is nothing to fear.
Flowers of all sorts, in dawn’s glory growing,
Hoping some growth in my poetic heart is showing
God, most assuredly holds me in His gentle hands,
As I do my best to follow His rules and commands.
Poetry, has been such a spiritual blessing to me,
And those who wove me into their souls, effortlessly.
Winding down wrinkled bumpy lanes , halting steps not taken back
Barefoot strolls over hot rough streets, skimming across smooth asphalt tracts
Friends, neighbors and lovers after all turned their backs
Life shows once again its cruel wrath, onward down these same long paths
Those cool dark shadows touched, the small pools quickly douse the burning feet
Plodding slowly thru puddles devoid of rage and grief , cool rest stops to beat the heat
Life is green and vibrant all along these ways
The lush green grass and tropical flowers all welcome happy stays
A momentary pause to quench the ire, Onward down these paths as I retire
to the sea I go at long last and till it passes, will time recall these lonely treks
Treading the smooth velvet of white burning sands
piled high with jewels , cars and houses upon every land
White capped waves pushed by careless winds rushing madly to meet the sand
A pipers fluttering feet , seeking food for winter times, dances between the rolling surf
Invisible riders ,catching waves sailing over warm gentle breezes, marking their turf
Points of light , growing smaller as they march down the sand , disappear amidst the hazy skyline
Orange orb ,rising moon, merrily shows it face, sitting between diamonds and black ,eerie and sublime
The deserted beaches of mid September, all full of life s remembrance
The laughter , the playing children , the sun at your back
The cool waves lapping toes and feet, we run to these quiet little pools to momentarily quench the heat
And finally plunge head long into the salty deep
Life once more is given back , the wealth, the friends, and boring jobs
,the ones that rob life, love and sleep
Where are those days , those first halting steps taken full of strife
I long for the cool places and the short dark shadows reached full of life
All dark, foreboding pathways seek out light,
though shadowed, bleak, mysterious and long.
Does not bright day cede all its fire at night,
and seeing this confirms that both belong?
From blazing sun we often need escape
to waters cool, or sheltered place of rest.
Does not the night unfold its shrouded cape
to wear, and with it feel we're safe and blessed?
The journey of a day through dark and light,
has great extremes and we need find a way
to balance both so we might stand upright,
lest all through life our doubts would win the day.
We live in both worlds hoping they bestow,
clear paths through darkest night and sunlight's glow.
Sonnet III
10-31-14
Parallel smoky white lines carve paths as
passage marked 'cross cobalt sky;
homeward-bound seraphim.
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(C) John C Michaels, June 2017
The pathways we follow
are too oft chosen for us
Our birthplace or breeding
as to flowers their seeding
Schools and society too have their way
framing whatever they want us to say
Hearts need to express their deepest yearnings
toward the pathways our feet someday will be turning
so many road blocks and exits along the way
each day a choice given freely to each
to take whichever road they choose
did you think about it before you started walking
or did you wait until you were in the middle
of your journey and realize that you had
taken the wrong pathway
did you turn around and go back or
did you try and make the best of the
path you had chosen hoping to learn
from your mistakes knowing that
tomorrow is a new day and there will
always be a new pathway to pursue
The changing face of things to come
is threatening to all,
security in what we know
is where we like to crawl.
To move us on to pastures new
needs pressing intervention,
indeed its true, necessity
is mother of invention.
Alas not all face challenges
with openness of mind,
there’s those who fear to take a step
afraid of what they’ll find.
There’s those who with a gentle push
will greet the brand new day
and fortunately there’s others too
who help to guide the way.
The only thing that’s sure in life
is everything must change
and individual comfort zones
must always rearrange.
Just learn to welcome all you meet
and weave and duck and dive,
sometimes it takes a path that’s new
in order to arrive.
Ivor G Davies
A vertical line of point on a beach is a starving starfish. Enterprises of ravishing seagulls. Swoop swap. Thresholds of alignment. Delivery of stone reason. No rhyme. Under a large bridge a worm sits playing a banjo. Jolting it's head. And an abacus fancies a date with a calculator to discuss economic apparitions. Never turret a noted head on a silver backed gorilla packet as carpets can be raised to form sky tunnels. So be stoic in one's behaviour in a jar. Choosing chasing chased chasers casted caste credit creeds. And a knife speaks to a chopping board. Pretty not a wildebeest in a negligée as it prefers leather. Hahahaha and a dormancy. Hahahaha eradicated euphemisms hahahaha days of normal summery red wraparound dress xxxx pickled. 'paleobiological' z v z - ?
Where pathways probe the lonesome place,
And foxes tease with tails to chase;
Rabbits crouch beneath the hedges,
And grey mice play amongst the sedges.
Frogs that squat on rocks in streams,
Croak their songs to pipe their dreams;
While butterflies drift where faeries hide,
And sunbeams dance while shadows died.
Beneath the scented boughs that hang,
To cover hill where bluebells rang;
The lithesome deer with downy fawn,
Flick their tails and now are gone.
A raccoon sits with lonely musing,
Looking with care his food for choosing;
And floating through some jaded dream,
A blue jay squawks her rowdy scream.
Along the path where willows weep,
There hides a nest where owls sleep;
And perilous flight of fleet winged swallow,
Chases light within the hollow.
Silken threads that spiders spin,
Gives hope to catch the fly within;
And squirrels that look with elfin glance,
Perform in trees, their spritely dance.
Across the meadow shadows creep,
Inviting rest, to summon sleep;
And crickets sing their evening song,
To say good bye to a day that's gone.
Oh, that magical age of 5 -that long-ago time
when memory sharpens and events recalled
get compartmentalized into something more
than mere wisps of mist! Infancy’s vast fog lifts!
My own childhood more vividly recalled began with a country lane
which took my younger sisters and me away from grandpa’s yellow house
past berry bushes and rows upon rows of corn; how happily we meandered.
A year passed. Away from Grandpa’s farm, I got to know new pathways.
These were the streets of my new home city, where my mother remarried.
I walked a labyrinth of new streets, alongside new siblings as well!
In winter’s frigid cold, I’d trudge the many blocks to school and back.
In summer’s heat, my many siblings and I would traipse three mile
just to relish swimming at the pool, licking ice cream cones on our way home.
Poor - but not in spirit - we walked and walked and walked. . .
My 13th year, I walked all my city’s streets selling Christmas cards in summer.
Boils festered on my arms, but I was determined to cover all my town.
That fall, I bought myself a purple bike with the money I had saved.
Another magical year it was! As my life picked up speed,
I left my childhood behind -
pedaling up grueling hills, then racing gleefully down them.
Nov. 28, 2018
Separate Pathways
If you want to fill your heart with hate;
If you want to bicker, argue, and debate.
That's your prerogative if you're so inclined;
To be intolerant and asinine.
You may spew venom and vile;
Choose to be aggressive and hostile.
That's on you and your karma's deal;
But you don't get to tell me how to feel.
I will fill my heart with adoration;
Let love be my greatest aspiration.
I will allow myself to walk in another's shoes;
And listen to understand rather than misconstrue.
I'm not here to change another being;
I am here to live a life with meaning.
Your path is your's alone to walk;
The journey will be your responsibility or fault.
I'm not your judge, you're not my preacher;
I am not my brother's keeper.
If sometime our paths should meet;
Let our exchange be obsolete.
Go your way and I shall go mine;
Our lives need not intertwine.
May you live the way you see best;
For I am on my own life's quest.
By: Darlene Doll Smith
Resolved
to be insubordinate
a reckless gait upon
the shores of the mundane
craving moments of fury
though triumph ranks among
the victims of probability
And yet across the confidence
of this samurai troubador
strikes the villainy of self
urging a faculty too elusive
to be called critical but by
function
In this way destiny revolves by
a natural law unencumbered
fantasy overrun despite
jealous objections clinging
like threads to the electric
of life
Resolved
to be Excellent
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VyUebyqDCYg
In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above, sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes
and inspire forthcoming musings of the mind ***
Traverse with me oh blessed soul into a world of silence
together we can breach the Universal laws of order
and wrap our dreams with silver bows of mercy and love.....
Ensembles of beauty will ignite and claim our hearts
as we become students of the inner light ;
Place the spotlight onto heaven with ecumenical delight
recall the stars ablation as they blink and disappear
for sake of morns relinquish,she yields to sacred night;
Go ahead resign your tribulations and comply dear Mystic,
sing your cacophonic songs as miracles abound
beneath His tribal skies, new contracts await you,
so now that you know, go set the world on fire
with your afterglow and gait.
Nov. 16, 2019