Believe in yourself
don’t dwell in the past
Until things become clear
Sail your ship
let the stars be your guide
Blue moon
Broken lantern
Bottle emptied
Black sea boots
Burn the bridges
Break the waves
- before they splash against the limestone
Behave yourself
Bubbly buddy
Be brave
Breathe
Blissful Billy
Blessing
A lighthouse’s light through the mist
the protector on the ocean,
wings and man
A fleeting remark ...
face the challenges as they come
- eclipse never comes alone
Freedom
I write these words
for people in doubt,
who question their existence
and what life's about.
There's more to life
than what meets the eye,
emotional feelings
we harbor inside.
Of all gods gifts
sent from above,
the most precious of all
is a thing called love.
Freedom's the light
with which we see,
it's who we are
and what we chose to be.
It's those hidden voices
our soul decrees,
it gives us life
if we only believe.
Friends and family
make life complete,
they share in the joy
and console in defeat.
There's times it seems
nothing goes right,
better to surrender
then put up a fight.
An old expression
says life goes on,
don't dwell in the past
or the futures soon gone.
To fully understand
the meaning of life,
you may chose religion
as a guiding light.
With faith and hope
comes peace of mind,
an inner strength
some never find.
We're here for a reason
though some chose to ignore,
there's something beyond
deaths' closing door
I thought i was strong but the word "sorry" still brought tears to my eyes
When i thought i finally made it then i would fall and break like never before
Healing was even more painful
Bits and pieces of my heart were sewn together
I trusted that everyone around me understood what i was going through
I trusted that they would keep my secrets and give me a shoulder to lean on
But why was i left more broken than before
I used to think being strong was holding on
But even tough stones break
I thought keeping it to myself was avoiding to break peoples hearts
but instead i broke my own heart trying to prove a point
Why is forgiving so easy while forgetting is so hard
Why do i still dwell in the past as if i would get a price if i changed things then.
“Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.” Buddha
Mere seconds, minutes or hours comprise each day of your life.
Only when unconscious, in a coma or asleep
Might you be unaware of life’s pleasantries or strife.
Embrace the “now;” enjoy what you can, for time does not come cheap.
Nurture the meaningfulness in all that you do,
Treasuring each moment God has given you.
Creepy tombstones year-round, but don’t bury me under
One. I dwell in the past, and genealogy is my life. I’m
Unique (in my own mind anyway) and I really enjoy
Reading just for fun. Poetry and blogging are my
True passions and I have two monsters that I hope
Never outgrow hugging me, but I know
Even now, they already have. More than anything, I
Yearn for my boyfriend to marry me one day.
*I wrote this poem on April 9, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 9 and the prompt was: Write an acrostic poem using your name. These are always silly and fun and can tell a lot about a person. What does this say about me?
I'm believing that next year,
will be better than the last,
One thing for sure,
I won't dwell in the past.
I cannot recall,
anything easy or simple,
The entire year,
I'm in pain and a cripple.
I can barely walk,
my hips will not engage.
I feel helpless,
and my temper is in a rage.
I'm not able to work,
you could say I'm a gimp,
Being handicapped,
no place for a wimp.
I can't get no help,
from social security,
Government offices,
run on inefficiency.
I'm not even able to get,
decent medical attention,
This blows my mind,
out of my comprehension.
I have a friend,
who helps take care of me,
Looks like old age,
is not hassle-free.
January first,
I will have Medicare,
They charge me 150.00 a month,
I have not a penny to spare.
I went to court,
a judge ruled in my favor,
This is where,
things began to waiver.
Every month,
I struggle to pay my rent,
Social Security,
gives me grief and torment.
I hang in there,
because this year will be a better year,
If nothing else,
I'm implored to persevere….
TURBO1904
Many of my thoughts dwell in the past
Surely, I longed to feel the breeze of your touch
Each day feels like a drag
Down is where I pick myself up
Please hear me when I say
I say my heart is in vain
Begged for it to come at peace to fix a broken piece
Please listen to me when I say
I say my soul is unease
Wished to mend it with no more broken piece
I follow my shadow where ever he goes,
we walk in the darkness so nobody knows.
We dwell in the past, we like it that way,
keep your tomorrow we have yesterday.
When there are dark skies, we paint them all blue,
so heartache and storms we never go through.
Some call it fantasy, others denial,
I'll tell you the truth and lie with a smile.
4/10/20
Breathing deeply, relaxing tonight
Contemplating the truth of our love
I will not dwell in the past
Or dream of the future
But in this moment I know
I love you
This romantic moon
Has awakened
My love for you
My love actions speak
Louder than words
For our love
Is a light
To be shared
And will never go out
At this moment I know
We are lovers
Enlightenment
Nirvana
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“O dear friend, the wonders that we have seen!
Departing this world has taught us to live
With what little light the nighttime might give;
In the dark we remain unageing and keen.
Deep in the cold ground, there’s no use for love,
So fear of its loss we leave to the living;
Dying has made us quite unforgiving
Of the awe we once felt of heaven above.
In this dank, heathen pit, we’re our own gods;
We pray to ourselves, day in and day out,
To keep from our hearts all shadow of doubt
That heaven’s the realm of perpetual frauds.
March on, O friend, so that you too may find
An early end to your bleak beginning;
Resting in peace, we’ll dream you are winning
The endgame we know plays out in your mind.”
With a silent goodbye, I press ahead;
My friends will continue to dwell in the past,
To live in the dark, where no shadow is cast;
Once we feared night, now it's light that we dread.
When I walked in I didn't know what to expect.
Each room highlighted in light.
A oral tradition. To make ourselves at home upon request.
In reciprocation we do.
The rooms we gather in, the ones we walk past.
The objects we fill to take up space.
The rooms a clear reflection of Spring.
The molding painted white.
I was told that some rooms are not to be visited.
Everything has it's season and this isn't one of them.
Placing blame on the rooms.
I want to explore them most I said.
The ones that go unseen.
The things we rarely shine light to.
The places films of dust continue to grow.
These are some of the best places to go.
The beauty of things we walk past day to day.
The smile unknown destinations can bring.
Cultivating the ideas we keep cluttered.
Gasping for air.
These are the rooms I want to explore most.
The parts of you that you strictly keep to yourself.
Only when you are comfortable to share these rooms with me.
To kiss the floor with our feet.
To dwell in the past staring into our future.
We are the pendulums trapped inside the clock
The Will To Live
There is a perilous thought in mind,
The desire to go on is gone,
The need to be needed, dissipates
Past the wasteland of this empty existence lies a baron field of clay
Clay that was once rich soil,
Soil that breathed life into green grass,
grass that bloomed fragrant flowers,
Flowers that swayed in gentle, cooling breezes,
The breezes are now violent
Sandy windstorms blow the decay of burning anger and
echoes of lies that grow larger and louder with time
Why keep trying to make them understand ?
Why keep trying to convince, only you
There's no reason to dwell in the past, but from the past
we build strength and action
The past can destroy hope for the future if clung too tightly to
We try to let go, but cannot
by letting go,
there is an emptiness in the soul that can never be filled
What a mortal conflict
Will it ever end ?
The world moves on
With or without you
You can't dwell in the past,
Nor stress about the future,
You must think about the now
The world will continue
It will still spin way past our lives have ended,
So do not fear the future or cry over the past
Live in the now, think about today and what it might hold
Missing you
By Asianae Aikey
Its been awhile
Since I wrote about you
I guess I’ve lost my spirit to write
To put up a fight
When you were here you made me go crazy
You had me going outta my mind
Though boy, you were always a precious waste of my time
The clock is ticking fast
I watch as the hands pass
Look forward to the future
Don’t dwell in the past
You treated me like ****
So why do I miss you like this
I had a schoolgirl crush
And I got over it
It’s like you thought it was the worst
When it was the best
You didn’t want to hurt me
But you hurt me more than most
You stupid sonovabitch
You acted like I was a jealous whore
You called me names
Well you should look in the mirror
And see what’s on the inside
Before you start to point fingers
It’s been awhile
Since I wrote about you
Boy you got me missing you like crazy
And I don’t know why
The great paradox,
A mighty creative star-burst,
A once unified power,
Dynamically out-sourcing in a display,
Of awesome light and heat,
Of gravitational attraction and boyant levity,
The genesis of life as we know it,
And how it weaves through our days,
And whispers into our night journeys,
A wonderburst of unknown origins,
From which a universe was birthed, ,
Ununiform and creatively diverse,
And here a riddle exists,
For within the unfoldment,
Of a chaotic, broken mess,
Contains a sublime secret,
That beyond mind mazes,
And numbing, repetitive cycles,
Fragmenting in habitual motion,
That beyond all this angst and addiction,
A great Loving Peace pulsates,
A Universal Heart-beat,
Individuated as our own deepest wisdom,
With this we enter the Xmas fray,
Calm and living in Eternity,
And yet playing in time and space,
Transcending yesterday's truth,
Love amidst chaos,
Tolerating those who dwell in the past,
Accepting the mystery of a universe,
That is seemingly not unfolding,
The way it should,
And yet knowing that Love exists,
Love behind the mega drama,
Love despite all else,
The great paradox!
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