I’m the piper man
Will you follow me
Let yourself go, let yourself be
The journey starts – but shan’t end – with me
O’er meadow, hill, cross streams we’ll flow
Deep down inside ‘tis your desire, you know
Imagine infinite possibility
Unlock dormant ability
I’m the piper man: Will you follow me
Vita brevis* ~ Life's meant to be free
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*Vita brevis means 'Life is short.' It's part of a Latin
phrase, 'Ars longa, vita brevis,' which means, 'Art
is long, life is short.'
Like a great storm she makes her path,
flying ever higher; blowing wild and free.
The warm winds of her supple breath
caressed an old soul when inhaled by me.
Enthralled a heart; and made her mark;
strong heart being held in passion’s silk chains.
Spellbound is he whom she touches,
with sweet seductions of pleasures and pains.
She’s a lady of worldly ways,
a tender lover; wise beyond her years.
Though her confidence overflows,
deep down inside, she locks away dark fears.
As a hurricane, she’s a force,
yet in her heart burns gentle desires.
Her spirit may rage for hours,
drenching her lover with torrid fires.
She possesses many faces;
a tempestual lady with a tender soul.
Holds the power to break a heart,
with the beauty to touch…and make it whole.
I choose to trust my eyes,
When told to believe an alternate truth.
It should come as no surprise
My faith in our government hangs by the skin of its tooth.
When a country has no rule of law
That equally applies to every man,
It has already begun its downfall
I hope you understand.
My political stance is now personal;
I cannot deny that fact.
I have always gotten emotional
When innocent people are under attack.
I have always stood up to the bully;
Sometimes giving, sometimes getting the bloody nose.
Deep down inside of me truly
I know, sometimes, that is how it goes.
You can love me or you can hate me,
Given the emotions I wear on my sleeve;
Or, if you care instead to debate me,
My convictions I am sure you will see.
We do not have to agree on everything;
Or, really on nothing at all;
I’m just getting tired of currently living
In the most divisive time I can recall.
Church so quiet,
only HIS children prayers are heard sitting quietly waiting to be healed.
All lined up against the wall, praying quietly to their Father silent pains of sins waiting to be heard.
His door is closed, as I edge closer to my turn, I can feel 40 days of unshed tears deep down inside, “My Jesus I trust you” is all I can say.
The door of the confessional healing is finally open, yet my feet are not able to move..so dark , so quiet, screen of dignity separates me from My Jesus.
“Father forgive me as I am broken, my body is willing yet my soul is weak” my words I cannot speak, my waterfall of pain, envy, anger, as a daughter of God, my breath I cannot catch, my body trembles as I unleash my mask, falling crumbled in front of my Father’s knees.
My time is up, my tired body I slowly rise, “after 55 years, I finally sat in “in my Fathers Chair”.
a limerick using palindromes
Ole Dan - Mr. Owl ate my metal worm,
deep down inside its weight has settled firm.
Poor Dan is in a droop;
it’s hard to take a poop.
The Doc says lots of Coke may help long-term.
There is a secret place in the heart, that holds things so dear,
yet in that place, a hand gripped tight, with fear.
As we live our lives, it’s what we don’t see,
that comes in, trips us with it’s reality.
Down for the count, will we rise again,
that hand with fear gripped tight, will we ever win.
Now in the darkness, deep inside your mind,
those things you hold so dear, now you try to find.
Will they pull you back, stand you on your feet,
or just bring tears, that is bitter sweet.
For what we hold dear, to our hearts you see,
can sometimes only bring, forth tears, full of misery.
But, if deep down inside you, you have let the Son-shine in,
that secret place in the heart, whispers to you, you know going to win
We all have a calling
We all have a gift
We all have a future
We all have a grind
We all have something
But maybe its time
It's time to let go of excuses
Let go of fear
Live out your dreams
Dont let no one stop you
Keep going
No matter what life throws you, you got keep on rolling
Your dreams
My wish is that they come true
Do what you have to do
(Repeat 1x)
Sometimes we loose focus
We get off track
Sometimes we let our dreams lack
We fulfill others dreams and others potential
And deep down inside
It messes with our mental
Keep God first ,tell him your passion
He will help you no distractions
We are driven
Driven on purpose
With your dreams
You deserve this
Your dreams
My wish is that they come true
Do what you have to do
(Repeat 1x)
Dream on
Dream big
Do what your heart desires
From when you were a kid
Dont let no one get in between
You and dreams
You can do anything
Just don't give up on your dream
Your dreams
My wish is that they come true
Do what you have to do
(Repeat until chorus fades )
Written by Concetta Hardnett
12/28/2025
STILL BLESSED
"Happy Thanksgiving 2025"
?The air is crisp, the table set and bright,
A beautiful day, as God brings out the Light
I'd like to say "Happy Thanksgiving" to all with a grateful sound
Even though there are 2 empty seats sitting here on the ground,
Although it leaves a painful feeling deep down inside,
From missing my 2 youngest who wont be by my side.
For my once little children..oops sorry... children now grown,
have decided to venture out and do their "Thang" on their own.
Hopefully its just for now, I have no choice but to bend,
Besides I am still around loving grace from my family and friends.
?I have a roof, warm food, and health that God sees me through,
My spirit finds a bounty, both fresh and new.
So I count my blessings, and decided in letting worry rest,
Cause I know that even here, I can't deny the fact that I am Truly Blessed!
I know you know
But I don't think you know how ing deep it goes
Void of feelings for years gone by
The awakening is happening
Deep down inside
She screams quietly
Refusing politely
Letting it go
Letting it all go
No control
Is it peace
Fear is forgotten
To turn away from something loved ;
can damage ones own heart,
many prayers to heaven above,
Is where I had to start....
Defeated by ones own choice ,
to want a loving life;
has met its match for me,
with that first Bride ; my wife....
I have reached deep down inside ,
and tried so many things;
to overcome my sadness ,
Is where my poetry rings ....
Two sons I was parted from ,
because a Mothers true intention;
was to chew up men she encountered,
later with no mention....
A heartless ,
led by her Mother;
who was evil inside out,
should have killed them both,
and did the 20 years no doubt....
My concern was my boys did need ,
a loving family member ,
every month and all year long,
so a good life they'd rememebr ....
shot to the wayside ,
she only cared for only one;
if not for the Grandmother ,
these boys lives would have been done....
So run away you ,
your evil side has shown,
from dancing at Pandoras ;
to know being all alone ...
Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Be it in the least possible ways that I can.
Pick-A-Title, Vol 54 Poetry Contest // Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Contest Judged: 9/5/2025 5:24:00 PM
( 2nd Place )
Written: August 13, 2025
It stalks in silent corners of the mind.
A whisper, jagged, dark, and undefined.
Its claws creeps walls we dare not show,
eyes ecstatic where our hearts should glow.
It scoff on mistrust, on every hidden fear,
gnawing at the edges of what we hold dear,
A silent growl underneath the laughing sound.
A truth too fierce to face the day unbound.
Yet deep down inside the marrow of this fight.
A spark ignites a flutter of quiet light.
We don’t meet the beast with sword or shield
but with the quiet courage the heart alone can hold
It howls, it rampage, yet we will not fall,
it's shadow recoils before our inner call.
The beast is vicious, but we are more vicious still--
Adepts of the darkness by our iron will.
LOVE
Search for love
It's all around you
You need love to get by in this world
Every day, you will learn about love
Sometimes it's hard to give out love
To love someone has many meanings
It comes down to how you feel
Attract someone you just met
Love in the long run
May change your life forever
And in the very end, you might
Have that special treasure
Deep down inside, you will know
If you have that special heart for someone
In the end, you want that
A special person to be loved
And someone will believe in you
Love is such a simple word
But to carry it out
You need to always believe and be honest
And always follow your heart
Deep down inside her earthen throat.
God fashioned a pearl-hearted railroad...
Her freight train soul gifted to the world.
A bouquet of thorns and blue-hearted roses.
An existence of devilish fire and heavenly rain.
Shot glass and needle and rose-stemmed champagne.
Dig...black soil,stone. earth worms wiggle, decayed bones
Dig... scatter seeds there, sprouting, searching sun and air
Dig ...to hide our dead, six feet under, body bed
Dig...shovel and spade, flowers grow from planted pain
Dig...out of this hole, skin so pale and Icy cold
Dig...deep down inside, reveal secrets graveyards hide
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