Best Self Will Poems
When you were born...
a gift you received.
Invisible knitting needles...
can you believe?
The yarn started out white,
then you added the the colors...
depending what happened
as you reacted to others.
You are the creator of your own scarfs design,
It's based on life's lessons...
let's keep that in mind.
The longer the scarf...
the warmer you feel,
as the cold winds of defeat...
are right on your heels.
The negative remarks that get you to question,
your value in life...
may I offer a suggestion?
Start knitting yourself in the opposite direction,
just ask God for help and his loving protection.
Good thoughts of self will make your scarf grow.
At the end of your life...
the results they will show.
With each negative belief...
your scarf will start to unravel.
One can not go back...
for there is no time travel.
You are the knitter...
so It's all up to you...
believe in yourself...
and to yourself always be true.
P.R.Deremer
Categories:
self will, encouraging, inspirational, uplifting,
Form:
"The Forest"
In the forest
we meet strange gods
our reflections
are seen in their eyes
in our dreams
we remember them
we meet them face on
we touch them
they do not remember us,
they consider us,
we are common, and
very well known to them
we are like glass,
broken pieces
we are not smooth,
we are rough and dull, yet,
they see
straight through us
the bardo
dreams of us
it calls us back in
like moths to flame
for a short time
that seems like aeons,
we are remanded
in detention,
they survey us
considering
what is open
and what is closed
we are
their strange reflections
hesitating genus
common in their uncommons
hearts beating like wings
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“This is what I believe:
That I am I.
That my soul is a dark forest.
That my known self will never be more
than a little clearing in the forest.
That gods, strange gods,
come forth from the forest
into the clearing of my known self,
and then go back.
That I must have the courage
to let them come and go.
That I will never let mankind
put anything over me,
but that I will try always
to recognize and submit
to the gods in me
and the gods
in other men and women.
There is my creed.”
(DH Lawrence)
Categories:
self will, muse,
Form:
Narrative
When dawn’s bright light reveals your dreams with endless scope,
Embrace each day with courage, let your heart find hope.
The path ahead may test you, challenge all your might,
But stand with strength and honor, let your spirit light.
In times of doubt and sorrow, when your strength seems slight,
Remember deep within you burns a steady light.
Each trial that you weather will shape who you become,
And through each struggle faced, your destiny will hum.
Don’t shy from paths untraveled where the wild winds roar,
For risks and daring ventures open every door.
Though twists and turns may come and obstacles arise,
With each brave step you take, you’ll touch the boundless skies.
Hold dear the ones who guide you with their love so true,
Their laughter and their warmth will help you see it through.
Value every bond you make, let your heart stay kind,
For in their constant care, a light you’ll always find.
Treat yourself with kindness when you stumble or fall,
Perfection’s not the measure; it's the effort that stands tall.
Forgive your own mistakes and cherish every try,
For through your gentle heart, your dreams will never die.
Life’s not a frantic race but a journey to embrace,
So move at your own pace and find your sacred place.
Every moment’s precious, each step a chance to grow,
And in this grand adventure, your true self will show.
As you look towards the future and the days unknown,
Know that every step you take will help you find your own.
Face the road before you with hope and endless grace,
For you’re stronger and more resilient than you may embrace.
Categories:
self will, beauty, cute, encouraging, farewell,
Form:
Alexandrine
I took a book out of the library
where it must have stood amidst
its brethren for 25 years, unused,
unborrowed-- I know this because
its pages were crisp, never bent
by a greedy reader, and not yellow
from time's effect, a drug that
ages books as it does readers....
Someday I guess all books, both
the virgins and the overly used,
even abused, will be no more: all
replaced by sterile zeros & ones,
and my future self will never again
have the soft pleasure of turning
endless pages, feeling tangible
the words of some distant mind.
Categories:
self will, allusion, appreciation, books, change,
Form:
Free verse
"Mountains of Blue: Forest of the Three Sisters"
Mystery mist whispering over Mountains of Blue
where angels set secret prayers
on the wings of swans who only speak home truth
soaring high upon Heaven’s stairs
singing loud and clear
new dreams do bloom
(Lovejoy-Burton/August 2018)
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
D.H. Lawrence
Categories:
self will, adventure, freedom, imagery, journey,
Form:
Free verse
"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers"
Lionheart, kindred spirit, my dear Confederate Ghost,
Golden Light emits clandestine hearts’ swinging lanterns.
Tis shadow play on love struck phantoms -
Pendulum incense imprints the air,
"The Chronicle of Lost Lovers".
Breathe into each other intoxicating Passionflowers,
they walk naked through some enchanted sleep.
Drink dew from sweet satin skinned hollows,
'tis the foxing hour in
"Lost Love Woods"
Plunge deep into her Ocean, thy ravishing tempest.
Hold tight her hand, for a Lionheart can drown
in her immortal siren song, she is your longest quest.
Dip your quill into her ink, your now lost Lionheart.
Love Lost, reverse.
In the Maze of Life, lost love meets as LIGHT through scenes of cracked time.
Lionhearts and Tempests, lie naked in their dreams, ne'er rhymes.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2v5P0h66aCY
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
D.H. Lawrence
Categories:
self will, imagery, lost love, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Imagination is the reality. What would creativity be without imagination?
What would the reality be without creativity?
One relays on another.
What you imagine is what should be created.
Everything on this earth was once a
Piece of someone’s mind.
As nothing can form by itself it can be an idea of....
A Little child or an idea of an old adult all qualified evenly
Who is there to judge an idea?
Only the person who thought of it can decide
What they will do with what they came up with.
It takes courage to change a imagined idea into a
Piece of beauty only ones that
Dedicate themselves into what they think they
Can influence people's minds with
Can really be proud of their self-will.
Categories:
self will, courage, imagination, strength,
Form:
Free verse
The drivers of my journey bring me to here,
somewhere between yesterday and tomorrow,
alive, leaving a trail of blame, pain, shame,
accountability, restitution and change.
Living life with less selfishness and self-will,
sufficiently provides all daily needs.
Driven by free choice, fate and faith to an unknown
future - I'll arrive on time - I'll be okay.
July 4, 2018
Eight Lines of Fate... Contest by Silent One
Second Place
Categories:
self will, change, faith, fate, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The Mountain –
I climb between a foothill
And its craggy legs. Self will,
See me through
Where few have forged before,
Higher than the hawks explore
And higher than my clouded view.
I must not fail, there must be more!
I go
IN SEARCH OF THE MEANING OF LIFE
Beauty Most Rare –
Days past the conifers below,
Green fur upon the snow.
A lone bloom
Higher, fighting through the drift
And higher, I kiss this fragile gift.
The petals bruise and fall against the gloom.
Beauty most rare, your death is swift.
Ah no,
You Do Not Hold The Meaning Of Life
Wisdom –
Time blurs within this wintry void.
Hand here, foot there, my wits employed,
This is the way
Higher, my path within my eyes
And higher, I pause and realize
This is not wisdom hard at play,
My quest is far from wise.
Ah no,
You Do Not Hold The Meaning Of Life
Love –
My need yearns to drink her scent.
Such longing rues the quest’s ascent.
I must push on!
Higher, she waves beyond my reach
And higher, this love begins to teach
‘Though loved ones may be gone,
They live within the hearts of each.
I wonder,
Perhaps You Hold The Meaning Of Life
Holiness –
The climb has all but claimed my life.
I only see my home, my wife.
A cave ahead?
Higher, I see the open door
And higher, he sits upon the frozen floor.
I ask for truth. He lifts his head
And laughs, “We live, we die.” And nothing more?
Ah no!
You Do Not Hold The Meaning Of Life
Friendship –
Higher, I must steel my will
And higher, I fall and feel no chill.
The quest is lost!
The mountain peak and dreaming blends…
I waken in the hands of friends
Who followed me despite the cost.
On you my breath depends!
Ah, yes
You Hold The Meaning Of Life!
Categories:
self will, friendship,
Form:
Rhyme
ON SELF-WILL
We live with the possibility to get angry,
distressed or displeased.
Being yourself provide these negative emotions to enhance;
Sharing is part of living!
One can choose not to get upset about every single confrontation.
Anxiety,
depression,
sadness and stress
result in personal perverse health.
These emotions activate bad reactions in the body,
leading to arousal and a weak character.
In life,
there are always dark days.
Categories:
self will, emotions, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
As I clutch the hand of the little girl
who walks in my shadow..
I dare to dream
As I gather my self-will, prepare to hold my
ground against even the slightest hint of danger..
I dare to dream
As I distance myself to look for progress,
the distance soon becomes a measure of my emptiness..
I dare to dream
As I look in the mirror, I see her now with
widespread wings and know that real change
is about to take place...
I dare to dream
Categories:
self will, hope, life,
Form:
Personification
Round and round, they twist and rise;
Without a sound, towards heaven’s skies.
Pure energy, it cannot die, despite a skeptics protest;
It brings a soul to new heights; there, it has its rest.
When the light, it does appear, an all-consuming fire;
Life renews; becomes dear as we transcend this ugly mire.
With electricity; souls are called into the light;
The clay and water, reduced to ground; as souls alight.
The one part of your self will rise,
to touch and stay in Heaven’s skies.
Just know you go where you’ll be free;
Across the void, to your Creator, you see.
Life’s not easy, but when lived well;
back to the Source, we all will sail.
Categories:
self will, death, inspiration, introspection, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Train Up A Child
“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it.” Prov 22:6 NIV
Train up a child—
To know the wisdom of God,
So that when that child is older,
They’ll have good habits to applaud.
Your children need your guidance;
They know not what is right;
They also need a good example,
So they can live upright.
Train up a child in obedience,
So self will not reign;
Teach them to love others;
From sharing not refrain.
Read to your children;
Teach them of God’s love,
Show them from the scriptures—
The promise of eternity above.
How you train your child,
Will mean life or death;
Train your child for eternity—
Far more precious than wealth.
Teach patience and persistence;
These traits aren’t natural,
But are essential in life’s journey—
To the life eternal.
Train up a child—
To see what the Lord says on a matter;
Show them Christ as the advisor;
Our provider and the Savior.
Be considerate of your children—
They are people too;
Always love and cherish them,
As your Father loves and cherishes you.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2010
www.maureenlefanue.com
Categories:
self will, childhood, faith, inspirational, child,
Form:
Rhyme
“This is what I believe: That I am I. That my soul is a dark forest. That my known self will never be more than a little clearing in the forest. That gods, strange gods, come forth from the forest into the clearing of my known self, and then go back. That I must have the courage to let them come and go. That I will never let mankind put anything over me, but that I will try always to recognize and submit to the gods in me and the gods in other men and women. There is my creed.”
(D.H. Lawrence)
"The Beginning of Memory"
Wouldst thou reconcile thy fate
with the turn of a card?
Sweet child doest thou tempt all the Gods
to "Lost Woods",
beckon to thee the Three Moirae,
to question perchance your dreams
spin them gold thread from reel?
Or to romance Court Jesters,
leading them freedom fluttering
**** to the Wind,
a kiss to be sealed?
What beckoned you here in the first instance,
a whim of the heart?
Or perchance to hunt for an intriguing tonic
to tear it apart?
Wouldst thou be seeking the words for a book
carried by other Blue Crying Larks?
Twouldst seem, thou art consumed by
overpowering memories
of some wretched cursed pox
of a dream from thy past.
But time is bleeding into days waning fast,
life’s to be seized to be blunt
Plundering, efflorescence for Kings
to pin them with blessed Purple Hearts
Consorting with legions of temporal angels
to tarry and gander a golden egg pass
Perhaps it is best to seek guidance
from Shakesperian Masters at last
How would I compare
a love joy kind of Sonnet
to better unfurl their Venetian masks,
to a frolicking Midsummer feast in the dark woods
e’er to be lost in the maze?
Is this pure folly or reckless courage ablaze?
"Tut-tut" from the pulpit, "today’s not the day…"
Sigh,“So long as men can breathe and eyes can see,
long live this and this gives life to thee”
So tarry not too long here my Palimpsest Dreamer
My embrocation to you, Deus Ex Machina
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
1. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pA9q6uwcBio
Categories:
self will, adventure, fate, humorous, imagery,
Form:
Free verse
Fueled by alcoholic self-will run riot,
Thoughts full of blame and defiance,
Resentment, self-pity, lies and shame,
Relief demands psychic change.
Twelve steps suggested be taken,
Acute withdrawal and body shaking.
Admitting powerlessness is no disgrace
For transformation by God’s grace.
Change is painful and not easy,
Many meetings and even therapy.
Process of cleansing and renewal,
Thinking change appears doable
Mind slowly less chaotic and loud.
Worry and excuses not allowed.
Memories hold less pain and torture.
Rarely overwhelm or cause disorder.
Things yet to come, what might have been,
Faith stops them from wandering back in.
Restless, discontented, irritable feelings,
Less annoying with prayer and healing.
Moral inventories of character defects
Lead to actions that bring self-respect.
Good intentions never meant to be,
All are replaced with honesty.
Seeing certain people cause feelings intense,
past relationships that never stood a chance.
Everywhere possible - still making amends,
cleaning up the past to the best one can
Praying each day for willingness and strength
to do what needs to be and go to any lengths.
Living life guided by these basic principles,
changes thinking and that is a miracle.
Written 12-17-2015
Categories:
self will, addiction, change, conflict, drink,
Form:
Quatrain