They revel in triumph
Triumph, over taking me for granted.
Granted, Love was my undoing.
Undoing so many of my boundaries
Boundaries, I had dropped for them.
Them, who I once thought were my shield.
The battle between good and evil lives in the back of my mind
I choose good, I choose love.
But I am often disappointed as it seems that choice is never the right one.
I grow from my experiences; I grow like weeds in the cracks of the driveway.
People pick me the way they pick a dandelion.
I am used for their wishes,
And what is left of me is tossed to the ground,
blown away by the wind.
I try to grow again,
But like a weed, I grow in unwanted places.
And I am picked from my roots once more,
Only for the disappointment to repeat itself.
And in this battle between good and evil in the back of my mind,
I still can not help but to choose good, to choose love.
If this finds you millions of light years out,
you'll see a comet race toward our earth.
Know our planet nearly died from that clout,
but experienced glorious rebirth.
By and by, a civilization grew -
one of beauty and scientific truth,
but the knowledge with which we were bestowed
(e equals mc squared, indeed was true)
slew our Shakespeare's and Mozart's world in youth.
Don't let your bombs or CO2 explode.
Diary entry dated October first
Sublime indian summer won’t last much longer
Enjoyed every amazingly sunfilled minute
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Every breath you take isn't good to take lightly
Every near death experience teaches that slightly
We're shown love from our friends and families constantly in every way
We take their presence for granted thinking they'll be there everyday
We take our five senses for granted and don't view them as gifts
We live life like its guaranteed and never think about what if's
Our lives are lived but not promised to no one
But we take risk and take chances with life just for fun
We think we're invincible and nothing can happen to us
We have youngsters into drugs exploring for that quick rush
We hold a grudge and stay angry with those who mean the most
Not realizing life is too short and we should be holding them close
We take things for granted because its part of our imperfection
But we lose life as quick as we gain it so you make the connection
we just lost power
no biggie
I’ll fix something to eat
maybe not
unless I want cold food
I could type up some poems
If my computer would work, but it won’t without power
the refrigerator is out, the oven is out, the TVs are out
the internet is out, the power tools are out
Our cars are stuck in the garage
I just put the doors down before the electricity died
Electricity is something I take for granted
Until it goes out
Then I appreciate it until it comes back on
when I can take it for granted again.
Spirit remains young though body ages,
heart harbouring desire for a rebirth,
bringing back next time wisdom of sages,
that blissful and joyful be time on earth,
where presence is always bubbling in mirth.
Refrains replay with memory erased,
with each immersion leaving soul amazed.
2025.3.24
Sixty five days ago, on a sunny Saturday,
I came here with some body.
It was supposed to be our first time,
But it turned out to be the last too.
Time flies fast as it passed you.
At the end of the trip, he suggested,
We both wrote a poem each,
It was not to compete,
Just to express one own feeling.
I came here so many times,
Now, I have completely lost of count.
But after this particular trip,
What I loved most was the photo,
He took on the day,
And printed the poem which I composed on the day.
I received it as a pleasant surprise,
I felt such an honour by his gesture.
A kind and sweet memory for me to keep and remember,
To mark once we were friends.
However, it was ashamed,
We travelled on but separate way since then.
I continued my daily journey,
I was happy to do it with or without company.
Here I am at Phillip Island again.
To enjoy my day walking on the sand,
Along side the water washing up the beach.
There will be another day another trip,
But never have the same friendship.
My daily routine.
Every day, as always,
Wake up at four.
Start the chores.
Go to the gardens,
Do some maintenance.
Visit the M Central
Play the piano.
One hour goes past,
Enjoy some breakfast.
Go to the library,
Take up space,
Use the computer/internet,
Lunch with meal set.
In the arvo,
Play more and more piano.
Otherwise, visit "Maker Space".
Do some embroideries
For the rest of the day.
What a wonderful day with appointment free.
Tomorrow is another day,
With hectic classes and clinics.
Appointments and treatments
Do not know how to describe,
How the rest of the week was like?
Few words maybe.
Busy and very busy.
Life moves on,
Regardless how you want it.
Thursday, 2025.1.16
Happy birthday to my sister.
She turns a mile stone at the new corner.
Now she earns the title of being a senior.
Congratulations to you, my sister.
Congratulations to me too.
Today, I was introduced the Poetry's world.
I started to post my poems,
Few days later, my first piece of work,
Was listed in "This Week's Featured poems".
It was read by many viewers.
I was overwhelmed and flattered.
Initially, the poems were written,
To serve as my diary keeper.
Eventually, the writing got easy and easier.
I was glad, I met this poet,
Who I named "Mr Author",
He introduced me to the poetry's world,
Hopefully, I can continue on writing,
Post them all on the internet.
Thank you "Mr Author"
Thank you all the viewers.
It was all my pleasure.
Dear child B66.
Don't wait for a perfect friendship.
Make your friendship to be perfect.
Don't dream of a perfect family,
Make your family to be perfect.
All I want for Christmas was you to be happy.
All I want for New Year was you to have a perfect and lovely family of your own.
From Santa.
Today's child
I see the child
Surrounded by wolves..
Pain never felt
Tears never shed..
The nestling has been accepted into the eternal den
Received, concealed, protected..
Reclaimed against the will of the maker
We that live outside the back are but scavengers..
Approaching the alpha nervous
Conquered..
Enraged when our selfish requests are not consummated
Everything has been taken for granted
Sincere apologies
Diabolical policy
My part in your life
losing its novelty
Babe magnet wannabee
Recurring anomalies
Quantity first and always above quality
brighter afternoon
after the solar eclipse
four eyes put away
as couples are high-fiving
emphasizing photographs
heigh-ho back to screen
first to post solar eclipse
along with the throngs
lucky strike of sunshine gold
its older than the black hills
the sun soon will set
but will all appreciate
the normal darkness?
sunset taken for granted
without retinopathy
Because, it was given to you freely
You will never learn to appreciate it for what it is
Until it is gone
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