Best Recovery From...Time Poems
Revolution Number ‘12
Old habits are hard to break
As are new ones to make
But through trial and error
And maybe facing a terror
One can learn to ease an ache
Changing can be like fighting a war
Civil civilians, casualties young, and poor
The good, green and gold
Versus ways ignorant and old
May the victors’ world be better than the one before
She held onto Saturday, with hands calloused and nails bitten
down
to the quick...her eyes saw sunlight and denied it's presence while she rocked, back and
forth, back and forth, to the ticking of a dishonest...
clock.
He told her, in words that cut the air as they fell from a razor sharp tongue, that she
still played the part of the victim, her little girl costumes uncomfortably small, and she
refused to hang herself up, for she had memorized the part and her voice knew
nothing
else.
Her lips parted, still stained with kisses and dripping with the acidic burn of
yesterday's stale tears, and she whispered the truth about choices as she unknowingly lied
to herself
again.
He handed her the script with a brush to her cheek, and she shook her head as life tumbled
viciously around her face, her peripheral vision capturing sight of years long past, and
she informed him that she couldn't read it, she told him she was
scared.
He took her hand and taught her how to smile with the slight tickle of fingers that danced
across a lifeline that posessed trails she was ignoring, he showed her how to not walk
backwards and
the appearance of Sunday if she didn't
trip.
She discovered the moment she was stuck and moved herself beyond the sunset, misty skies
so old that colors had faded and maybe yesterday wasn't as pretty as she thought, maybe
Sunday
didn't lie, and she came to an understanding as she straightened and tossed her sight to
the windows that glimmered with afternoon light...
that glistened with the reflection of twenty years past the weekend and the eyes of a
woman that had seen the formation of a smile
on
Monday.
I looked at snapshots
From a bygone day
Were things as great
As people like to say
Everything picture perfect
Clothing and smile
Captured by the camera
These pictures in my pile
There is my old self
With a knowing look
The memories flood back
Like pages from a book
As I keep flipping
My tears make me shake
Taking this look back
What a huge mistake
So back in the box
To the rear of the shelf
Hidden but not forgotten
Still a part of myself
He made her cry,
again today,
he calls this love,
in his own twisted way.
She can't go on,
living like this,
trying to survive,
under his iron fist.
Where can she run to,
is help close by,
who will comfort,
her blue eyes that cry.
He is not a man,
he is way too mean,
the worst case of evil,
she has ever seen.
Money is an issue,
this is all she needs,
to make her break,
and once again be free.
A very hard lesson,
but she learned real good,
as her life crumbled,
like many said it would.
One can't be happy,
where no happiness dwells,
she must make her own future,
by stepping out of hell.
She places her life
In the care of her doctor
A shot and a haze fills her eyes
And her thoughts wonder.
Images arise
Inside her, she remembers
When twice upon a time
She had carried them.
Had given birth to them
Now grown, with children of their own
In a couple of hours it would be gone
It was for the best.
A matter of health
Yet eyes now shut, her heart wails
Wasn’t the first time she needed doctors
A smile’s on her face
She can feel him near
Her better half gone before her
Would not mind joining him.
Softly, he whispers,
“Where is that woman so brave?
That fought through many a pain,
Survived each time.
It’s not your time yet
You are still needed, and you know
I’m always there, and I’ll wait
For the day we are
Together again.”
In honor of my mother, having surgery today, a hysterectomy.
I was home last month for 2 weeks, wish I could have stayed longer.
Speedy recovery, mom!
Your perfume lingers in the car.
The radio remembers our favorite song.
Young lovers stroll by, hand in hand.
Those hungered sighs of passion stir again.
An Earth bound Rat searching for his Monkey Cat
lost in a dream.... worlds apart.
The cause of which has made us blind.
The effect quickens, as nothing less, then stolen time.
The setting of a chokehold has now begun.
Never the time to see what we've become.
Spinning, spinning, round, and round.
Trying, trying, as we're falling down.
Like borrowed hands, and two grains of sand,
falling fast, through the hour glass.
Merely just passers bye, clinging to each others side.
Curse the day, and mock the sun; for the rags of time have surely come.
Pain zeros in on the mark, striking arrows, through the heart.
Our cries of hope, and sorrow beg; from out of the thickets, on this day.
by edwin baldwin
love is overdue
we check out with our passion
back to the basics
Love is...
A Heal.thy gift… and it’s good for you too ;)
Form:
I have lived,
And felt the cost,
Paid my dues,
But I have lost_ You.
Still I pray,
As chaos looms,
And as my blue turns into grey,
I hear__
The angels sing- In tune.
Don't be giving in,
Don't give up my son,
Or fade away,
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise,
With this new day!.
I have lived,
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways,
I've paid my dues,
I - Have lost you.
I can hear the angels sing,
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth,
As the grey seeks out the blue,
She will__ Your daughter my son---
She will return--- To You.
For I have lived,
Felt the cost of all my walkin days,
I've paid my dues,
I- Lost you....
I wont be giving in,
Won't give up my girl,
Or fade away,
I'll lift my chin with the sun---
And RISE--
With this new day...
Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong,
The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long.
Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change,
Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain.
Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried.
Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride.
“It’s an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say.
It’s up to you to make the choice, so start anew today!
The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too,
Is not an easy task, but we’ll find our bonding glue.
Not sure exactly where we’re headed, we just swiftly plod away.
Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today.
If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside.
Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside.
Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He’s calling!
The path is outlined for us as we go, He’ll catch you when you’re falling.
Tears may come from time to time, and that’s ok, you know.
For in our quest for what’s to come, they’ll be sure to help you grow.
No pain, no gain we hear, but here’s the best news yet……
We’re promised a life we’d never dreamed that alone we would never get!
With the laughter we’ll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away.
Our gratitude for the new life we’re living will shine with each new day.
A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years.
Life will become like a new pair of glasses,
We’ll see laughter through the tears!
This time machine is not just for one. The time stream can hold anyone. But me and you
might make it through safe and unharmed.
Don't close the door when you're running for the place you've already belonged. I'm not
the one whom you'd shut upon the door that leads up to day one.
Don't look back down to the here and now because the streaming has already begun.
Will you take my hand and stay till the end with me just this once?
We're starting again. We're building a plan that can save us from the start. We can
prevent our love from within from pulling completely apart.
Elderberry wine
It's a knockout, first time round
Boxing time again
From Ireland, Deirdre's now calling
She wrote a Haiku that's appalling
If only she'd waited, with words reinstated
Her Haiku might now be enthralling
At times we say and do things we dont mean,
we hurt others feelings without wanting to.
'im sorry' loses its whole meaning.
at this stage we start looking to undo,
knowing that it cannot be done, we try.
But sadly, what's done is done.
One right doesn't fix a wrong, but why?
Why is every effort shunned?
The past will always be brought into the present,
to remind us of the damage we caused.
Nothing is forgotten untill and unless,
time itself heals our flaws.
Everybody has some reject.
Nobody is born perfect.
Was absolutely healthy, fit and fine
With Lifestyle of jogging, gym, laugh & be merry
One day ... alarm bell rang at odd time
Angiography led to Heart’s Bypass Surgery
Situation critical, Heart went under scalpel
Reports, X-rays, Veins cut, Grafts inserted
Operation successful, Health went on to propel
Heart overhauled, new lease of life injected
Am absolutely healthy, fit and fine
With Lifestyle of diet discipline and stress no more
Every day.... alarm bell rings in time
For Yoga, Mind-Body-Soul now peaceful, blissful to core
Operated, for Others Life's countdown has begun
Rejuvenated, to me Era of "By-Pass" to "Surpass" has begun
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By Hitendra Mehta
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Here I am Running away,
Walking at the beach, counting the days,
I see the sun, I covered my face.
Feeling the wind, I know I can't win in this race.
I sat under A tree,
feeling the sand with my feet, Oh how I want to be free.
These days the problems kept me captive.
These shadows of fears seems to be abrasive.
I just want to stay, I don't want to leave,
It's better in this Island, there are matters you can still believe.
Clear waters, Aqua sky,
I envy the birds that soar & fly.
I want to sing another lullaby,
I sat on a swing & a flashback pass by.
But in every decision you have to be wise.
I don't know why, but to me this is paradise.
And now I lay down on the sand,
A melody that should be put to an end.
And again I wiped my tears,
It's because of these unending fears.
I am hurt, and I am weak,
Then I looked up asking what to seek.
Like a little girl I cried,
I wanted comfort because I'm tired.
Tired of seeing people lying,
tired because I'm also hiding.
tired of all these unanswered questions.
tired of people with their exaggerated opinions.
And I don't want to go back, cos I know I'm safe here.
But God gave me that courage to fight w/ every fear.
Maybe I am confuse now, and maybe not yet satisfied,
But my Faith is giving me the assurance I'll have a balanced Life.