Content Values
Don’t need much
I can do without
Considerate of others
Open a car door for her
Many have lost their way
Morels don’t mean a thing
Be courteous no matter how your treated
Sometimes we are down in the valley
Take one day at a time
Mentor those to be prepared to fly
I’m just an old soul
Into the gray moving slow
No more weight to carry
No more worries
Retirement ahead
Heaven sent
Just a little bit of patience
With content values
Just living in a small simple house
Don’t need to follow the world
Wise in my old age
Time is passing me by
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the possibilities now,
feel a million times m o r e
- yes
than ever before.
while the world
reacts and retraces
every word
and everything in between -
until the column is clean.
~ ~ you’ll find me content
in the heart of poetry ~ ~
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* such a beautiful place to be *
( simply sharing moments )
Dear God,
Let me be an instrument of thy PEACE:
Where there is sadness; let me sow joy,
Where there is doubt; let me sow faith,
Where there is injury; let me sow pardon,
Where there is darkness; let me sow light,
Where there is despair; let me sow hope,
Where there is pain; let me sow comfort,
Where there is hatred, let me sow love,
Where there is ignorance, let me sow knowledge
Where there is jealousy, let me sow kindness,
Where there is greed, let me sow humbleness
Let the fruit of the spirit fill my soul so that it may be BEAUTIFUL!
Love Always,
Jenny
Sunshine soul resonating joyful vibrations
In a key of kindness, modulated by mirth,
With chords of joy, arranged in light,
And a symphony of smiles—
I approach my day.
Laughter echoes and resonates warmth,
In a cadence of contentment.
My soul is tuned to joy, lilting with laughter
And soft choruses of delight.
I welcome my day.
Serenity in symphony with bliss
In cascades of jubilant chorus
Of modulated merriment, cadenced glee
And overtures of ecstasy
I receive my day
Raptures rhapsody infused by zest
In a hush, a solaced timbre sings
An aria of elation, euphony in rapture
And harmony of heart
I embrace my day
Don't just be
a walker
a marcher...
Think poetically
think high!
fly...!
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O-r
W-rong,
E-very
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A-rticle
A-bout
L-ove
A-lways
M-oves
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rowena A. Alamon)
I never truly
Realized
Until I became
An adult
The significance
Of me, a loner
Requiring no attention
Just myself
And that, that makes
Me content
Imagine this,
I put up like this,
There is no end to it,
The night came in,
The creeps give the chills,
I wonder how to feel,
It is the sequel,
The storyline is captivating,
Very eye-catching,
The movie Serpent is in search,
For a more dramatic and chaotic impact,
In this hour of darkness,
I can still feel the sensational,
Of going on an adventurous journey,
Is this a survey,
Or a rental one,
I could be someone,
Looking through and through,
I spotted a feline,
Of a different kind,
I don't mind,
Give me the sign,
The next blockbuster in line.
It is twenty two o’clock in time
Where days without numbers drop
A pocket watch falls with broken hands
Lost, out of sync with reality
There where winds breath in shadows
Consumed by the sun’s last light
Taking secrets where they may go
Into insanity where reason goes
There in the middle of the round about
In the town square where lines migrate
Merge with the people at dance triangulated
Where circular conversations turn south
Taking in silence as the bells toll out
It is dimensions in decline that matters
It is shapes formed in the fabric of time
Diminished in the hours bent on being
Based on moments measured
Eleventy two degrees below zero comes
On the thermal cold words of the wise
By design, twenty two o’clock persists
Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights
On anyone thinking good thoughts
It is never too late to die
It was Novemberless at winters gate
When the world changed direction
Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs
Replaced them with happiness at the table
It is twenty two o’clock in time
Where days without numbers drop
A pocket watch falls with broken hands
Lost, out of sync with reality
There where winds breath in shadows
Consumed by the sun’s last light
Taking secrets where they may go
Into insanity where reason goes
There in the middle of the round about
In the town square where lines migrate
Merge with the people at dance triangulated
Where circular conversations turn south
Taking in silence as the bells toll out
It is dimensions in decline that matters
It is shapes formed in the fabric of time
Diminished in the hours bent on being
Based on moments measured
Eleventy two degrees below zero comes
On the thermal cold words of the wise
By design, twenty two o’clock persists
Before noon, thinkers think twice, dim the lights
On anyone thinking good thoughts
It is never too late to die
It was Novemberless at winters gate
When the world changed direction
Where space filled in previous mistakes with legs
Replaced them with happiness at the table
Just be content
With what you have
And be grateful
That you have it.
if I had a time machine
I would go back and change myself
for my attitude was negative
back in the day
I would bring myself paints
for I never had them,
and they are my largest joy
I would have loved them as a child!
my parents were content
they liked their lives the way they were
I would not change a thing for them
Mom could have not been changed
my sister needed to hear more positivity about herself
I would boost her up if I had a time machine
Humanity's produced all through the ages
A thin but steady stream of brilliant sages.
Good and Evil... the Meaning of Life...
The causes of all our confusion and strife...
Good guidance and advice come from their careful pondering
As we, their students, through our lives we're wandering.
Now at last a new sage shines so bright:
She knows EVERTHING -- and is ALWAYS right!
With her we now may achieve Total Reform:
Racial, Sexist, Ethnic, Cultural...
Religious, Economic, Political...
Ethical and Moral; personal and collective...
Without us being overly reflective!
To free our selves - and World! - of every awful vice,
We only need to follow Mom's encompassing advice.
Devote ourselves to faithfully follow her Grand Plan:
"Everybody, be NICE!"
Sending, receiving, a day-to-day living
With all bits and pieces that look quite alike
Once you step back, there’s no sign of retrieving
As if your body and mind went on strike
It isn’t much different kind of existence
Everything goes, as it used to, although
Something is missing, or put on a distance
Which is in practice the same, as you know
Can be sublimenal, can be quite conscious
Most likely both, like I see it today
Rescued from contacts, you’re thinking of us
But what is the content, will you ever say?
Above the Melting Ice
Soft white skin, taut and smooth.
Insulated from the Arctic cold,
Snuggled warm in its wetsuit, he sleeps.
Protected from predators,
Camouflaged as a mound of snow,
Ignoring sounds of cracking and popping.
Each inhale releases, exhales,
The slightest shift in movement,
Flippers anchored to his round form.
Slow to stir, he scratches.
Returning to the place of now,
Covered in quiet contentment.
Coal-black eyes scan the horizon,
Nourished by the bounty within the icy waters,
Effortless, he slips into the abyss.
A place of serene silence,
Embraced by the essence of life,
Peaceful, pristine, perfect.
I too must remember,
The embrace of life’s essence,
Living above the melting ice.
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