Best To Begin With Poems
Heavenly Father,
Thank You for the many blessings that You have bestowed upon me, especially the affection for music and for the abundant joy that it has brought me throughout all the years of my life.
May this musical offering be pleasing to You and may it make Your heart glad, for it is with tender love and simple adoration that I now give back to You that which You have so graciously given to me to begin with.
May I never take this blessing nor any of Your blessings for granted or in any way think that I had anything to do with the possession of them, for it is only by Your good pleasure that I have any talent or ability to realize the desires of my heart at all.
I acknowledge that I am simply the vessel through which You have allowed these melodies to flow and it is my utmost desire to use them now in praise, worship, and thanksgiving to You.
May those who would hear this music be blessed.
May these notes strike a chord that resonates down into the deepest parts of their souls.
May the Holy Spirit orchestrate, manifest, and cultivate in them a burning desire to know You if they don’t already, and if they do, to know You better.
I humbly ask that You would coordinate my spirit, soul, and body so as to be in perfect harmony; that You would guide my hands to faithfully execute and deliver this composition of gratitude and appreciation, and that through them You would be honored and glorified.
In assurance of faith, unwavering, in accordance with Your will and by the power of the Holy Spirit, I ask these things in and through Jesus’ name, Amen.
He meandered lonely
just a senior citizen
trawling the pathways of his computer,
when suddenly one day in a flash
an enchanting name jumped from the screen
into his unadjusted head,
whilst still in a daze
he had cut copied and pasted,
the delete key not an option
when sent to his favourites.
Then like magic, poetry began to appear
every single day a new poem would emerge
all written in a familiar dialect,
to begin with down to earth
raw unadulterated poetry
the kind that attaches itself to one’s mind
bores in to the head, rattles around
then lays awhile
then keeps coming on back, over and over again.
Poetry that penetrates, like an arrow,
pierces the heart, tends to linger
deep in one’s consciousness
disarming the most vehement of thought,
poetry that creates calmness
making one at ease, especially one
old with age and recipient of an endowment of excruciating pain!
Soon the poetry began to blossom
as all creations do
in the springtime of their lives,
the purity of Wild flowers, colours of the rainbow
free to sway within the gentle breeze,
soon each daily dose of verse begins to transpire
into carpets of lavender
upon the woodland stage, cascading Bluebells of joy,
the epitome of beauty unfolding
before one’s very eyes.
Again the poetry continues to consolidate,
poems of form formularized those conceived of
the Peace Lillie so sensuous in shape
so assuring in grace, a hard life the Lillie endures
yet one, only of positivity etched into each stanza
of bold narration for all to peruse!
Then a transformation
to the Rose, the very sense of beauty,
when with words of wrought
thy language comforting long into the night
to ease each day a journey of plight,
yet for you sweet Rose
thy poetry, it is not at an end
when to the Orchid you graciously ascend!
Many are those that come and admire
the wonders of your beauty those words on fire,
yet some desire more
with cunning and subtlety
those to manipulate to control
for one’s own ends.
But the Orchid remains safe
suffers no fool,
nurtured in extreme climates
is strong and worldly wise,
the poetry just keeps on coming,
flowing like tears of joy,
from an eye of one who’s happiness
is assured every single day!
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Talking of being in a deep sorrow
Masked for a time beyond
I hide, under my shell of invisibility
I sulk, for I am lower still
Than I was to begin with
But then something triggers
My thoughts explode with all kinds
Of special feelings of heavenly
Love, brought to me by so many
Of my friends, and my family
All of whom I cherish
Without which I would certainly
Drown in my own darkest nights
Of emptiness…
But I only see light filled love
Beaming all around me
Lifting me higher each day
Making my pain go away
So I may make it again this way
And love all today
Russell Sivey
Fingers linger
Thoughts flying everywhere and
Stumble
Crumble
What was I thinking, where does this
word come from
How is it written
How come that in my head thousands of lines tumble
And not a word leaves my fingers
My thoughts fumble
What was I thinking, I cannot do this
They said I could never do this
Gather my thoughts sufficiently
Succinctly
Talk without stutter or tics
Don't they know my thoughts are racing
RAGING
Myriads images are playing
Hide and seek:
Come catch us!
Incapacitation feeds determination
Nothing will ever be easy anymore
Better be prepared boy and write your poems
Ride your wheels
Stop speaking with your mouth
To begin with you were too loud
Anyway!
Let your hands talk for you
Even if it takes your brain a while
To make your fingers type that smile
It isn't courage that you lack,
So work, and don't look back!
Nothing has a reason to begin with
It is a party of its own with no clothes on
Formulaic intricacies grow wild in mushroom clarity
Causality set in motion by music sounds out loud
Its grasp far reaching, weightless, astounding
On a line of invisibility destiny stretches in a yawn
Violins have no strings to be attached to any song
Held fast in times illusion
Dancing is forbidden in the dark
Freedom is an extension, not exactly hair
Randomly receding in all directions
Time is unwinding on tomorrows blink
Strobe-lights are an afterthought of spinning on
History sinking fast with every drink
Coming to festivities with one shoe missing is wrong
The black one or was it a sneaker
Let me think
Music laughs at circumstances quite like this
But changes tempo as it wishes
Surrounds circles so circular and round
Directs them to their proper corners square
Orgasmic at the edges of forgetfulness in fun and laughter
Circles are not square
Not yet!
The evening is young and has no children
Light the cigarette with caution
Don't forget the curtains
For no other reason than attention to be friendly
Tip the waitress when the party ends
Logic dictates that we leave before we came
That way we can go and never come again
restless sleep, struggle out of bed
walking like a zombie, newspaper read
thought patterns familiar rise, am in their grip
over cravings nurtured thus far, we once again trip
recognising piquant dilemma, distanced from joyfulness
we reverse attention polarity, choosing playfulness
as an experiment to begin with, soon addictive
before we know it, our orientation meditative
continuous consciousness correction
whereupon we choose our hearts expansion
erases gently aberrations of our conditioned past
memory images of yesteryears now leave us all aghast
we know not about God or any esoteric spiritual technique
discerning mind lays aside urgings that make us weak
as we go in within in deepening tranquil silence
we rekindle flame of love by this dalliance
feeling lighter now, carrying no burden
shifts were slow although it may seem sudden
treading now gently, flowing like the breeze, at ease
we amble along in wonderment, aspect embrace-hold-release
31-March-2021
I’ve learned that knowing “what matters most”, seldom happens until it’s too late.
That success isn’t measured in dollars or assets, but in the company you keep
and how much you laugh each day.
That if you can’t stay lovers, you should at least stay friends – and if you can’t, it
was probably never truly love to begin with.
That the best friends are the old ones. They knew you then and still see the “real
you” now, even when you try to pretend to be someone else.
That a hug from my son can cancel out any bad day, and a hug from my mother
is still the fastest way to dry a tear.
I’ve learned that accepting yourself for who and what you really are, is far more
exhausting then upholding an image, but in the end the only rewarding option.
That no matter how much living you did or didn’t do when you were young, one
day you’ll still look back and realize it all went by far too quickly.
That few things in life last forever, and the things that do are usually the ones you
never expected to.
That one door closing doesn’t always lead to an open window, nor is one man’s
trash always another man’s treasure – but if you don’t try to find something
positive in every situation, all you get from it is more and more bitter towards life.
I’ve learned its what you did for others more then what you did for yourself that
people will remember when you’re gone.
And mostly I’ve learned that life is full of surprises. Some that make you laugh,
many that make you cry and a few that will change who you are forever. And you
will many times be left with the decision of having to let go of something you
want, in order to get what you really need.
But while life many never be all the things you thought it would be, it is in the end,
no more and no less then what you make of it – and its success or demise lies
only in you and the decisions you make everyday.
Like, this one time, in band camp
I asked this girl out and she like,
Said no, and I like
Like totally liked her, and like
I almost loved her and she said like,
Like, like no,
Like how could she?
I was so hurt, like, seriously
Not like, broke a nail hurt, like really,
Really,
Really,
Really hurt, you know?
Like it wasn't even in my head you know?
Well, it was, but it was like, deeper than that
It was right in my chest, like right by my heart
Every time it beat, it like, hurt
And it like, didn't stop
Not for anything,
Like not even when I went to sleep,
It like, just hurt, and hurting
And like, like never stopped
It hurt like, so bad
It was like the worst feeling I ever felt,
Like in my entire life,
How could she say no like that?
Like really?
I like, lost her
Totally lost her
But I like never had her to begin with,
Still it hurt, because I like almost loved her
And it felt like she was mine, but she wasn't
And like, now she'll never be.
This is like, sooo depression,
How can I march in a time like this?
I just totally feel deprived of happiness and meaning,
I could die, I could totally die right now
Like I'm not even kidding, I could stop living
Right now, just die,
I could go to that cabin and get on the roof
Then like get onto that higher roof on the cabin next to it
And then like, totally jump off and die
Just die like a frog under a tire you know?
"Not a lesbian" she says, well whatever
I can't believe this, this is so sad
You know, this is so bad, you know what I'm going to do?
You know what I'm going to do?
I'll like, tell you
I'm going to go eat some cheese,
Goodbye.
"Why don’t you speak like you used to…?"
You smiled…
but your silence echoed louder than a thousand words.
How do I stay calm around you,
when every part of me still belongs to you?
You’ve moved on,
your heart now rests somewhere else…
And I?
I’m still stuck on the page where you left.
How do I claim something
that was never mine to begin with?
___________________________________
"I smiled… isn’t that enough?"
you asked.
And I, lost in the softness of your voice,
replied,
"I’ll wait..."
"But for how long?" you whispered.
And my soul answered—
Without you,
what would I ever do with these six seasons?
Spring doesn’t bloom like it used to,
Rain doesn’t sing,
Even the winter feels colder now…
Maybe... just maybe,
we’ll be the seventh season—
you and I—
in the next lifetime,
where timing isn’t cruel.
____________________________________
But love…
real love…
doesn’t lock doors or clip wings.
She doesn’t need me.
She’s free—
free from attachments, from what-ifs, from us.
And I?
I loved her too deeply
to chain her with that love.
So now…
Whenever my heart trembles with hope,
I remind it of her freedom.
That’s when I turn away from her street,
stealing one last look,
from the corner of my eye…
and simply…
let her go.
___________________________________
Still—
I am afraid.
Afraid of letting go of her hand,
of not walking beside her anymore.
Afraid that someone else might see
what I saw…
might hear her laugh
in the way I once did.
I’m afraid…
not of losing her—
but of never finding her again.
Not in this life.
Not even in the next.
Because when you love someone truly…
you never really stop.
You just learn to love them…
from a distance.
Quietly.
Endlessly.
Well,
To begin with,
There were fifteen stairs down
I felt like an infant kneeling on top of these stairs
Watching
Blank face,maybe blank mind
Curiuos stare
Interesting world infront of me
I wanted to touch, maybe take one crawl further
Maybe mommy wouldn't know
Four years blind-sighted I followed your growing shadow
Hand on heart, bright lights luminated our pathway
Without even knowing it's changed
I walked beside you in darkness.
Only you know if it was Real or not,
I cannot tell anymore.
How dense was the substance behind your words "I love you"
Doing anything and everything for them, I learned that was love.
Do you know my heart?
All I saw was you, I should've known better
But all my heart knew was to love you
In the moments we shared together, I wanted to give you my all.
Love entrenched in my soul
Giving me strength to accomplish anything, for Us.
I’d erase even all your painful memories.
Laughter and hardship together, my bright smile to change your world.
If happiness was truly deep-woven into your heart
You would have fought.
No battle to begin with,
Fate has played a trick on us.
Feelings showered of happiness was truly false
For you to let go/surrender so easily
Our time together has been a disguise how unhappy you were
This path shouldn’t have been walked on
Little by little, small memories are being drawn inside our hearts
I'll demand my heart to stop feeling those pricks
Unconditional is only a word
I cannot be with someone who looks at love so little.
We could have found success together
You fool
P.S. Don't patronize me that our time together was only a good moment.
One step closer
By Michelle Morris
17/11/2022
One step closer
One step closer today
Why wait until tomorrow
To inspire your dreams to awaken?
You don't have a past
For it is gone for good
You don't yet have a future
It's a magical portal to be explored
You have right now
To bathe in the glow of your light
You have today
To create magic and miracles so delightful
One step closer
One thing you can do right now
Take a chance on yourself
And you will see your soul smile
Believe in all your gifts
Believe in miracles
Believe that everything is possible
It's all about commitment and will
Those odds are in your favour
When you take actions every day
In a short time from now
You could have a masterpiece made
It may seem too daunting
You may need inspiration
Allow yourself courage and faith
To begin with small victories
Every single moment
That you put your best dreams first
Will move you towards a tomorrow
Where your contribution will bless the world
© Michelle Morris, 2022
Our sun-worthy glance.
Petals from flowers
Bursting from your mouth,
Slid through the cursive lives we run.
We catch fire randomly,
In bothered sets.
But I'll love your hair forever,
Since my eyes were
born out of yours to begin with.
My love for you is true,
For noone else is as special as you,
Ich Liebe Dich My love Anthony James Haniuk.
I can never love anyone or anything but you,
Everyday I find myself Daydreaming about you,
At night I dream about you,
I keep wondering if you are okay,
When I am not with you.
I do my homework, thinking of you,
I finish my homework thinking of you,
My whole life is with you My love.
My love for you is true,
It's as sweet as a rose,
It never dies,
Never wilts,
And is still going strong.
One day I will marry you my love, because noone in this world can even begin to compare to you,
You fill my heart as noone else has,
Noone in this BIG HUGE WORLD can fill my heart as you have.
I can't even begin to think about what would life be like if something ever were to happen between us,
I already know it won't.
My love for you is true.
Yeah I might get Jealous,
A little too overprotective maybe,
But What girl doesn't?
I think this way if you aren't overprotective, and get jealous sometimes,
That they weren't a real girlfriend to begin with.
Written By: Briana Lynn Haniuk @08/26/11 Finished at: 9:42P.M.
& when you finally die,
they will not let you rest---
for to finally get to enter every orifice
of your once secret world
is something that vultures dream of
late at night,
before cumming in their jammies
to the thought of discovering
what was never ever their business to begin with---
and when they get what they want,
they’ll puncture it with a stake &
run all over the televised town square
amidst interviews with people who will
say that they are your friends now &
family members who will say they always knew you,
all wretches whose boredom in life can be stirred up
into a freshness for a day or so
by the vomiting up of lies concerning a
dead person for the national public.
ever heard the stories of the sap whose **** collection or
drug stash was found by the weeping family members after
the tragedy?
ever heard a story come from the mouth of an individual so very worried
that when it is all over,
the “real” them will be discovered?
unfortunately,
the incessant curiosity of mundane, mediocre minds
has no limit &
to make themselves feel more alive &
better about their own failings,
they’ll stop at nothing to find out everything about
anyone,
when said individual is no longer alive
to ask them politely
to stay out of their business.