You don't realize you have lived through the best years of your life until there gone. Recalling memories of a remarkable time that once felt like ordinary days, unaware of the happiness you were standing in. The sincerity of friendships, that you took for granted, in hindsight, would give anything to return to, experience again, but this time, with a new perspective and a deeper sense of presence. But its not too late. We are still living those moments. The things we do today, the friendships we form in our ordinary day-to-day lives. Years from now, we will look back on these days as the good times. So lets make each moment count. We are all writing our own stories and each chapter is special in its own right. Don't worry about tomorrow, be grateful for today.
Years of togetherness now lead us apart.
Desks remain untouched, pages left unturned, charts unread.
Dust blankets everything, forgotten in time.
A new path unfolds.
Laughter echoes through empty walls,
Curtains cling to memories long gone.
The ceiling seems to hold those smiles,
As if everything is still alive.
A new journey begins.
Writing boards erased, markers cast aside,
Files grow old, shelves stand silent.
Awaiting fresh stories, new memories to be made,
A future ready to be written.
Yet the spirit of learning moves forward,
A new academic year will arrive.
With laughter, new faces, and open hearts,
We forge new memories in the making.
And so a new voyage starts,
Writing another chapter in the dairies of time.
In the book called “life” each page reveals many twists and turns in the plot.
Reaching the age of wisdom and experience it is time to dissect paragraphs that reveal great joy, some sorrow and lessons learned.
Words in play bring back memories and excite the imagination to envision our distinct version of choices made, dialogue expressed and feelings displayed.
Characters come and go but some remain to influence the outcomes of scenarios in our lives and to direct our course for the grand epilogue in the final chapter.
As we close the binder, take off our glasses and reflect. May the storyline have been intriguing, suspensful, delightful and peppered with the unforseen.
A grand final acknowledgement to the author who lived the story through wide open eyes and revealed it with integrety and honesty
From moments when love was cherished in Stalingrad,
Like stories written on the walls
With the song repeated by Babushka
And not long after that, the war reached its gates.
Hands turned into fists and ready for battle
Like heads and shoulders patiently under the whip,
The Motherland Calls enchants and glorifies,
Without knowing the ensuing bloodbath.
Every minute felt like a bundle of fear,
With the magic of free will as faded as a dust,
Like a house turned into rubble
And corpses piled upon corpses.
I watched a leaf release its breath,
A golden sigh upon the air.
It tumbled softly into death,
A quiet dance without despair.
The wind, a gentle funeral song,
Caressed it with a lover’s grace.
It drifted, weightless, swept along,
No bitterness upon its face.
I thought of all I’ve had to leave,
The hands, the homes, the hollow years.
I thought of how we choose to grieve,
Of all we bury in our tears.
I saw myself in autumn’s fall,
A fragile thing, a fleeting name.
Each chapter closed, each silent call,
A softer ending than I claim.
I let the stillness speak to me,
I let the branches bend and sigh.
I let the leaf teach how to be—
To let things go without goodbye.
The leaves fall not from spite or fear,
But from a life that must renew.
Their fading paints the earth sincere,
A quiet blaze in every hue.
I whispered thanks to every breeze,
To every stem that dared release.
I whispered as the shadows seized,
And felt within a tender peace.
The leaf, the loss, the letting go—
All part of something vast and kind.
A truth the autumn leaves still know:
We lose, we fall, we rise, we find.
Chapters throughout the time as I tweak.
The below-mentioned chapters segments of
Seasons endured.
Time in connection with deadends one way
Itineraries related to continued everyday life
Unchangingtwists and turns, facing phobias,
Adjustments.
Desiring resiliency. Chapters
Day-to-day events mold us into reinforcement
of one's fears to continue and not give up.
On the crossroads of the endings sometimes
Contrast to beginnings. Chapters
Christ said
Judge and condemn not
But people do too much
For us to remain silent
The truth is hard to say
It's also hard to swallow.
Now ponder
You might wonder
Your perception
A reflection of you
Do you know the meaning of life?
Everyone with different story or meaning
I guess none knows the meaning of life.
What are your opinions about life?
You can't finish education
Just as you can't own or know it all
Everyone have their own view or point
As time passes by, season changes
Life comes with stages
Different pages and chapters unveiling it's true meaning.
Mathematically speaking,
Life is not a continuous function,
but holds discrete chapters
to be closed at different times on journey of life.
Carefree childhood terminates
alarming to get prepared
to lead life on self confidence.
Bubbling vibrant youth : Most alluring period
to fulfill ambitions, dreaming and dreaming.
Aspiring chapter offering opportunity
of activities in broad spectrum at random.
Onwards start struggling taking life as a Challenge.
Career, Family, Responsibilities, Duties are embowered.
Success to access, Failure to endure
Love, Betrayal, Happiness, Sorrow appear in series.
Inevitable last phase shows
Achievements, Emotional Involvements
turning obsolete, seeming Life to be meaningless,
only to wait for last call to reach the ultimate end of Life.
I took a long walk to the park
While holding my book and pen in both hands
Upon arriving, I looked all around
And noticed a brown bench that looks extremely antique
I sat down quietly staring at a blank page
Just trying to form words together in my mind
So I could create a perfect first chapter
Ten minutes later
I still can't think of anything to write
Oh well!
Maybe I should give up completely
Or give it another try
Five minutes later, I'm fantasizing about
Being the best published author
Who sold a lot of books
Then it suddenly dawned on me
That I was not in reality
Now I'm back to square one
Staring at the same blank page
This time I'm getting different ideas
Therefore, I jot them down as they come to me
And I began to write constantly
Plus did not stop until my book was finished
How satisfied I felt that day
For I did not have to worry about anymore incomplete chapters.
When we embraced after years apart, I felt as though I came home.
When we parted ways again I had no choice but to close our tome.
When we meet again someday, I want to take you to Rome.
Chapter sequences involving experiences of events
contents of juncture, dwelling places. We'll mention
Life as Chapters
Venturing to destinations not farrying one one's
destiny, Sometimes one will stumble into an assortment
of emotions with anxiety of confusion. We'll mention Life as Chapters
Self discipline, Self love, is eminent, vital to release one's
fears. We'll mention Life as Chapters
Confidence and Motivation are friends with a variety of boundaries marinated with decisions and intuition. Well
mention Life as Chapters
Emotions are comparable to roller-coaster rides peas in a pod lows and highs that fluctuates moody and sulky oftentimes like see saws. We'll mention Life as Chapters
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
The failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Have you been knocked down?
Get Up
Have you been betrayed by a friend?
Get Up
Are you experiencing marital problems?
Get Up
Have you been having trouble at work?
Get Up
Are you having relationship problems?
Get Up
Are you having financial difficulties?
Get Up
Have you been knocked down by divorce?
Get Up
Are you having study difficulties?
Get Up
Have you been knocked down by illness?
Get Up
Have you been struck down by trauma?
Get Up
Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
secrets hidden deep
within your mind and soul
unwritten chapters
Half made ideas form
In a void conjuring colors warm
Glow in the dark shapes,
From one small nape
Then touching an arm,
Hands held in stasis
A lingering forming the basis
For all future ways
In the following days,
This face of love
Will take us to our trove
Or skip a rainbows end.
I am going to write some poetry,
Some happy and some sad,
Ones you have to think about
Others that will make you mad.
If I write a good selection
I will put them in a book,
If you see it on the shelf
I hope you take a look.
There should be one that relates to you
At sometime in your life,
And I hope that it's a happy one
That will bring your smile alive.
I'm sure there will be others
That will make you be aware,
Of all the good and bad times
I'm memories,in all our lives we share.
So if you purchased my little book
And you have got it in your hand,
With all these chapters in our lives
I know you will understand.
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