Days go by and I feel so numb
My brain is foggy and I feel dumb
I don't know who I am now
who I used to be took a bow
the day my son took his life
and now I live with strife
and grief and all the emotions
and going through the motions
of life as it is currently
and I wish fervantly
for my son to be alive and whole
but instead I play a role
of someone who isn't shattered
as if it really mattered
that I still struggle daily
and try to blend in gaily
with the world moving on
I am stuck because he is gone
but I do get up and live day by day
and say what I have to say
Day by day,
DEI DEI
All I hear is DEI
Diversity be gone now
Equity goodbye now
Inclusion you disgust us
No more DEI
Chorus: To see things less clearly
I ate a bat so nearly*
Oh Oh
DEI DEI
Our melting pot's a far-left lie
Get lost diverse opinions
Jim Crow you're our guy
Inclusion take a hike now
No more DEI
No more DEI
Oh Oh
A little eye not made by man,
all woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to the rose are butterflies.
If only screens were made of wax back then.
And then tomorrow comes.
I hear a voice inside my head that says.
Honey sweet cornbread is made each day.
My belief in happiness through another human being has left me jaded.
Breakfast in bed turned into flowers for the dead of a relationship that once bloomed.
I prostituted my worth for a dance with a destiny that did not belong to me.
For a person like myself a life of dread needs no convincing
I would gladly buy snake oil if the price were right.
I end it with this. For all young lovers who forfeit common sense for a walk in that beautiful garden I give you this advice. Watch out for the thorns you are sure to come upon during your travel.
The only thing permanent
about peace
—is impermanence
(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)
Day by day, by frame
Your tender, loving, care poise
Haunt me, day by day.
Every morning I enliven chimeras
I turn over my enchanted dreams
Incense of desires my life
We lift our
errant eyes
waking up
to the blissful
bluebird skies.
Where there
dawns
another day
faintly
flickering
itself away.
?
A little eye not made by man,
all woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to my window butterflies.
If only screens were made back then,
rewound beyond tomorrow's song.
Voices heard inside my head sing to me and say.
Honey sweet the bread was by me, made today.
e.d.
My poems are getting shorter
Day by day by day.
Here is another example
What more can I say.
A little eye not made by man.
All woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to my window butterflies.
If only screens were made back then,
rewound beyond tomorrow comes.
Voices heard inside my head that said.
Honey sweet the bread is made today.
e.d.
To God must be always sure to pray,
While we worship Him day by day
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtR7xrgZ_Fk
Forever He has been in our presence
We will love him in every essence.
When Jesus on earth had been born,
World was filled with wrath and scorn;
All those around He would settle down
To find us had travelled town to town.
Found that Jesus was our first Evangelist
Wanted to hear Him and could not resist;
Forgave our sins and then as we feared;
Was no longer here and had disappeared.
On a wooden cross Jesus was crucified;
Existance as savior those there denied;
After that what will become our fate;
In heaven for us is where he will wait.
Now, each day poses limitless opportunities for stress and strain -
New directions, new pains, new worries, brand-new doors open
Before older squeaky ones have closed, yesterday's problems
Had been mulled over, firmly grasped, solved, and cast aside.
Stanza from "Perspective on Time Passing"
for "Liberum Divisa" poetry contest
sponsored by Gregory Richard Barden
Poetry Soup Poem of the Day
May 28, 2021
#70 on Poetry Soup Best New Poems
June 1, 2021
Author Dana Redricks
February 07, 2021
Living my life day by day. Trying to
deal with each challenge as they come
my way. Life is a journey in which we
must learn. Sometimes we may get burnt along the way. Constant communication
with God is the key to make it each day. Holding onto God's Holy hands. Wrapped in His arms of love and Mercy. Giving Him my complete attention. Come what may I know Jesus is with me each step of the way.
Author Dana Redricks
February 07, 2021
Living my life day by day. Trying to
deal with each challenge as they come
my way. Life is a journey in which we
must learn. Sometimes we may get burnt along the way. Constant communication
with God is the key to make it each day. Holding onto God's Holy hands. Wrapped in His arms of love and Mercy. Giving Him my complete attention. Come what may I know Jesus is with me each step of the way.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.