One love, one life, one God, and one story for each of us.
Love we each make our choices, who to love and who to leave.
Some loves just don’t meet our needs.
Some loves just can’t see, all that we need.
Some are perfect, but are unavailable, because they are already in a relationship.
Having one love, to hold and love is the ultimate feeling anyone can have.
So, hold out for that one love, the one that has your heart and mind in the top of their mind.
The love that is kind and loves you all the time, that puts a smile on your face, just by thinking about all the moments you have and will create in time.
Love can make us all feel so amazing that it makes our life feel incredible.
Love is the truth and the way; it is like how God made us for loving each other in one love kind of scene.
Like the Garden of Eden, Adam and Eve had each other till someone come between.
So, hold out for your one love, and pray that we all find our one love.
Lifting prayers and thoughts for love, that’s one of a kind.
incubator day
children wait for eggs to hatch
one chick pecks away
teacher covers cage
six chicks emerge overnight
only one hold out
this egg never cracks
wise teacher takes it away
quietly alone
EVIDENCE
See here, this object that I found
Surely belongs to you
You may shake your head and look away
Yet I can tell that you recognise it
Now your face reddens
And I am ever more certain it is yours
Something of great significance
To you especially, I think
Take it, hold out your hand
Let me please return it to you
Merely a small blue glass phial
Containing the residue of some liquid
With which you are familiar, no doubt
A lethal weapon in your armoury
Poison makes no sound, except an escaping sigh
That you must have heard so many times
Go now, I shall hold this a secret between us
For one day I may have use of your skill
somewhat focused...
yet alwayZ wrong...
Climbing the walls...
Singing a song...
Feel me reach...
Wrists tightly bound...
Tired of spinning
round and round...
Hold out your hand...
Head out of sand...
suffering without breath...
Begging to understand...
If left alone...
Future unknown...
Help to bury...
The demons i own...
I didn’t notice much change, but now
the birds begin to sing…the music
breaks through…it is okay once more.
The ancients must have thought so.
I wonder of the animals in the zoo,
the scientists rubbing their palms.
I noticed when it seemed a minor dim,
hardly noticeable. Didn’t have glasses
to join the din, so opened the shades.
Now, seems a bit brighter. Hoping
the world sees it the same. A bit
brighter, a hopeful tomorrow.
O Luna! O Soleil!
Slay me…but save my eyes.
The night and day meet,
out in the open they meet,
and the worshippers gather,
but I
hold out for the Creator, my hands
as if holding an infant,
arise.
It is sunrise, yet not.
It was sunset, but not.
Sooner comes the Lord,
ready or not…
Please forgive the things I do
I'm just looking out for you
To do good I have to lie
Giving it just one more try
Going for a ride today
I'm sneaking you to AA
Where I hope they can fix you
If not I'm gonna see it through
And admit you to a bed
An in house program that has led
To a miracle recovery
From a battle won by me
I see you going down a path
Leading to an aftermath
Its so hard to come back from
I used to be just as dumb
Thinking a drink or even two
Wont be addiction for you
Then it leads to something harder
Pushing you farther and farther
To the brink of no return
Till a hard lesson you will learn
Then you will have to face
What your past can not erase
Burning memories in your mind
Of a sad and tragic time
Listen to my story friend
This doesn't have to be the end
Help is always there if you
Hold out your hand--I'll see you through
Down by the pond,
you know, the one behind the bare hedgerow,
a pond dug out as a feature,
for condominiums to surround,
as if they just had to have,
a basic single nozzle fountain,
and an ornamental plastic swan
just to off-set the isolation
and disassociation
that comes with
the last urban hold-out
you will ever own or know.
A blue pastel haze
On this midwinters day
envelops the world as we know it around
I pause in this whistling quiet of snow
And take in the absense of sound
Within I felt a budding
the slightest little nudge
has cracked this frozen layered facade
I believed no way would budge
Hold out I will for eventual thaw
Winter will pass this way by and by
As closely I harken the whisper of spring
On a wind as soft as a sigh
The palest of light shines through this gloom
emitted from a distant shore
embrace it I will for its life giving warmth
As I have received it before
Joyously I welcome it
though its light at present is vague
Soaking it inwardly warming this core
melting this ice crusted ache
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a bro,
You know, with some dinero.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants to eat somewhere nice.
Yo! Santa Buddy, do you think you could help out a friend
And send, something I can spend.
Santa Buddy - my lady wants some jewelry with ice.
Every time you hold out your hand,
I give a contribution for my fellow man.
Every time you ring your bell,
I put a few dollars in your silver pail.
Yo! Santa Buddy, your biggest admirer is me,
But see, my pocket's empty.
Santa Buddy - my lady is so way overpriced!
There are so many options to choose from in life
Do what makes you happy with the least amount of strife
You are the captain who controls the destiny that you wish to create
Make a plan, the rest of your life is at stake
Draw a picture in your mind that would fulfill all your heavenly desires
Take that vision of a wonderful life and make that your reality, and from that you will never tire
Fill it with family and friends and shower them with love
Hold out your hands and reach for the stars high above
Do not let life control your every waking hour
Time to pave your path to success, you have the power
Your vision for life is truly a course you must find
Just remind yourself you are truly unique, a one-of-a-kind
there is a heat advisory in Kansas for me and you
It is July twenty six, and it is supposed to get to a hundred and two
A hundred and two
a hundred and two
would that melt an egg? a lamp or a shoe?
A hundred and two, I sing along with glee, no longer blue
a hundred and two, it incites and delights me, does it delight you?
I cannot quit singing a hundred and two.
I consult my echo dot, loving the idea of melting as goo.
What is the temp? I ask, hoping to hear a hundred and two
It says ninety-eight which is a letdown for both me and you.
I wanted it to be a hundred and two
I will hold out for that number, that is what I will do.
A hundred and two, a hundred and two.
Crazy weather in Kansas, and other places too.
A hundred and two, I hear a cow’s moo
A hundred and two I sing. A hundred and two!
It starts with avoiding phone calls
pricks up into chills when
no more can be avoided
oozes into dreams of teeth
falling out by the dozens
stalks past awash in fear
nothing can be saved from
the gaze of Other
And why should you be saved
you who have not
earned the right to be sad when
others have known grief
deeper than the well
everyone must now drink from,
instead of putting confidence
in the clear waters that were
So nothing is to be done but
bash away at bystanders again and again
and again because
the darkness holds no fear now
it was and has always been
people that terrify
even when they hold out
the well-wishing well-waters to your lips
"a dagger of pain, a tear of grief" Quote by _Constance La France
The food in the county jail is horrible
but it's not worse than the pain in my heart
She left me, running for the hills
which tore myself apart
I am here and I am lonely
It's just me and my cat
She comforts my sorrows for me
and her companionship does much more than that
But can an animal, a pet,
replace the love one of which was human
Can the pain of loss ever be repaired
like embellishing a plate with cumin
Grief has accompanied me to the bridges
The height of which I yearn to leap
But I hold out for my lady may once return
And that would be the most awesome feat
Monday, May 15, 2023
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Her pleas fall on deaf ears.
Ignoring her groan.
Her children are not stirred by her plight.
How long can she hold out?
It turned out wagerer that she went away.
But it's a touch depressing.
I foresaw her need for downtime.
For a stronger and successful comeback.
To reflower and gain power, she needs time.
Flowers of a bygone era lie dead.
In a ripe, rotting state grabbed over time.
Now she's doing it her own way.
She's all topped off and ready to shine!
Written: May 11, 2023
Here I sit, diving into some wits,
my mind over, at this time
Looking for some intellect to jot down
Then, I came across these words in my mind.
It is with the muse, that comes to take up,
With my pen to these words, I do write
With the memories of my past, I can seek
They were good times, and bad times, passed.
Though the journey hard
Those times have I flown
I have no more misery
That need to hold out in my storms.
Those times have defined I,
And these words, as I write
It's time to find an end to my fray,
As I, last write.
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