Someone comes into your life.
Someone who just naturally,
makes you feel a lil happier.
You are that someone for me.
You have opened my eyes to a new perspective,
On a lot of different important things, including myself.
You have said things to me that no one else ever has.
I will always remember how you helped me in so many ways.
I will always remember you, and how you took the time to help me.
I will never forget, the times we spend together.
We always had a good time that left a smile upon my face.
Looking forward to our next encounter, anticipation of a child.
Thank you for being the awesome person that you are.
My world is a much brighter place with you in it.
May we always be friends, it would mean so much to me,
You have made my life complete just by being in it.
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Life Changing
In these quiet woods, as shadows spread,
Timorous leaves whisper my secrets to the breeze.
A sentinel of time I am among the malus trees.
My roots run deep in my seed’s homestead.
--
I stir under the warm sun anew.
My blossoms blooming bouquets of pink petals fair,
I stand in beauty, unaware.
Unbidden but welcome, Spring has made its debut.
--
My branches grow branches, my leaves bear blades.
The bees buzzing come, a swarming tinnitus hum,
My stigma swipes their pollen, my honey glands reward their plumb.
Such is the dance of life, out of sight, in the shade.
----
Sated with Spring and Summer, exhaustion nears,
Pink petals pass. Unadorned leaves leave their color green for brown
And softly, gently, resignedly, flutter down,
Dumb in their final moments in the breeze’s tears.
----
Myself, in those moments, stark and bare, I ponder life.
Its fleeting fare seems awkwardly unfair to the fruit I bore, the leaves I shed,
My issue are now numbered among the dead.
But my roots still run deep, insulated from the strife.
---
A sentinel of stone I am among the malus trees.
Saman’s herb
Oh, samans, from the past, from exotic lands, thank you for my new life
Thank you for my new dreams, perspectives, hope, fantasy, and fate
Yes, a blocked life got a new direction in his life of you – goodbye past
Oh, Samans! I love your life, your first tea was a great blessing to my life
I never forgot the dream after the first cup of tea – three old samans see
See my face through the endless field of the dream – my loved masters
My life is yours in the Light, you are my spiritual fathers in the future of life
Let me be your kind, give the old histories, and lives, and write in the past
I got your spirits in the tea, living with me your past in the futuristic present
In the present, it’s always going for the future, past moments give us life
Let my heart like yours, kind of a soul of a saman – thank my new life
I love you, timeless masters in the space of past, present, and future of life
Life, time
Directions
In the Space
Of the Life
Space of the Life
Comes from God
The Endless Light
Life-Changing Love
Life changing, but where is the power, fatigue is the burden
Suffering, miserable life, affliction, painful memories, past
Oh, where is love? Love is just a tale, a fairy tale, a big fake
Life-changing is not possible, my life is in beton and bitumen
My love brought me into this living-dead life. Oh, lovely love
I needed her, just her, no one else just my amazing love. Her
My life has changed. I don’t trust them anymore. Stay alone
No, I don’t stay alone. God will send a true love, a lovely gift
She will be the Life-Changing Love. I love her. Comes light.
She!
Look up!
There is light, there is the sun, there is
- there is a different life
Must go up, if you want to change and make a new life
- change, change, needs only one time
Gives life, nevertheless, what is eternal
- no need for more opportunities, no need
And your spirit in space will forever and ever fly.
Shortness of breath, the struggle with stairs
The paranoid thoughts, of judgemental stares
Tomorrow I'll start, next week I will too.
The person you're fooling can be only you.
You carry on, each day just the same.
Every week again and again
No planning, no prepping, just take and away.
Spiralling down, delay underway
Hoping and dreaming, I'll do this one day!
One month later, a burger, a pie
Feeling low, as life passes by
Outstretched clothes, low confidence too
It's now your decide to do this for you!
You take to the web, to find nearest group
Hoping and praying "Please not only soup"!
The hardest part? First step through the door. Always remember, who you're doing this for.
You meet all the members and go through the plan.
At this point you realise, "Oh yes I can".
Now weighing and measuring, healthy A & B
The change is incredible for all to see.
The feeling of pride, the spring in your step.
It's now you can't wait for what life brings next.
The Life-Changing Seasons
Life is a staircase,
Problems will arise as we climb,
Challenges brought anew,
Time becomes a race
The steps don’t align,
Seasons change,
Seasons go,
Raging like a storm.
A calmness stirs,
The wind blows,
The clouds glow,
Hits with a crack,
Next step sorrow,
The fear begins to grow,
All the horror shows,
Alone, thinking,
Only the inevitable -
Comes next.
All of the beautiful things,
Waking in a field,
Reaching for a rose,
With eyes- wide -closed,
Wondering, as the wind blows,
Tumbling into the water,
The world goes black,
Then the next.
Frozen with fright,
Cold at last-
One more step,
That is all that is left.
1- 2- 3- 4
STEP!
Each season brings
about life’s great changes.
Bert loved his garden
Full of shrubs and flowers
His garden was his life
He worked in it for hours
Until one day in winter
There was torrential rain
Wind, thunder and lightning
Caused poor Bert to complain
He looked out to his garden
A big part of his life
It always gave him pleasure
Now it was causing strife
He felt he had lost everything
That had meant anything to him
So he put a tracksuit on
And went out to join a gym
I can't explain just how
I feel.
I know my heart will never
Heal.
If you could see what I
See.
What just could never
Be.
I was a part of a
Whole.
Now I have a wounded
Soul.
My wound is not healing
Well.
There are things my mouth
Will not tell.
The mask I wear,
I try to smile.
Even if it's for a little
While.
I can see you in a
Crowd.
I holler your name out
Loud.
People stare and my smile
Shows the pain.
I could buy a ticket on the
Crazy train.
My laughter comes from a
Broken soul.
Being your other half made
Me whole.
My heart surrounded by
The darkness.
You're so cold and seem so
Heartless.
The memories haunt and
Torture me.
It's either depression or
Anxiety.
Mental anguish, my soul lives
In torment.
A Category five life changing
Event.
Turbo1904
A Life Changing Choice
Miracle Man
2/24/2022
I was like a Salmon, always swimming upstream,
or facing some mountain that I couldn’t top.
No viable life plan, that would achieve my dream,
until unexpected news caused my drifting to stop.
Things began happening that I didn’t foresee,
I saw my problem as either a barricade or span.
By accepting the hand that reached out to me,
I became a participant in God’s master plan.
Before that moment I thought I had no voice,
I was drifting through life, indulging in sin.
My fork in the road became a life changing choice,
I clutched Jesus’ hand and was born again.
Just because I’m breathing, doesn’t mean I’m alive.
A walking vessel, with one purpose and one drive.
Willing to abandon everything for one more magical ride.
To escape reality, trading in shame for my pride.
Ignoring my intuition, yelling and screaming for me to break free.
The demon I invited into my life, constricting its grip on me mentally.
Hush now be quiet, its probably too late.
Ill never find myself sober, and soon I will meet my fate.
Feeling like im always falling, reaching for that last bit of hope.
God grabbed my hand and threw me a rope.
He pulled me up and embraced me in his arms.
I was safe, warm and away from harm.
Reborn, awakened, he gave me meaning.
I always had trouble making myself aware or even believing.
Ill never turn back to that life, it just wasn’t the path He set forth.
But I will never forget I was an addict that God knew had self worth.
It used to be responsibility
was something Beth had wriggled from until
she dreamt, yet chose not to reveal, the prophecy
that blessed her life and gave her newfound will.
No longer was her life monotonous,
for not a moment did she waste of it.
And there was not a girl more generous.
Her transformation was the ultimate!
One day Beth went out (seeming frail)
to pick blueberries, never to return.
They found her body by her half-filled pail.
The reason for her death, we soon would learn. . .
A cancer with no cure began, they guessed,
around the time she’d said her life was changed to blessed.
June 27, 2021
for Charlotte Puddifoot's Contemporary Sonnet Poetry Contest
(Irregular syllable pattern; I hope that is one definition of contemporary)
A song is a poem that seized its opportunity to fly
A dance is a close-lipped soliloquy narrated by vigor
A story is a word with blazing sentiments that can't die
Every mastery is a tenacious failure
A laugh is a smile learning to be an extrovert
A noise is a whisper that couldn't stay in its zone
A race is a walk with ambitions it won't desert
Those who crawl out of their shell become full-blown
-Nicola An
Death, where are you
01/05/2018
Battered and broken, body a crumpled and crushed mess,
Lifeless on cold concrete, near death, in distress.
Motorbike versus truck, who won? Well you can guess.
Death, where are you...
No emotions, no fears, no nothing. Just pain.
I lay there in agony waiting in the soft rain,
For my life to ebb away, to quiet my wailing brain.
Death, where are you...
Breathless and beaten, I wished my life taken.
Why should I live with life as I knew it forsaken.
When my head hit the ground, why did I awaken?
Death, where are you...
Ten years have passed since that fateful day,
Destiny decided there was a price I must pay,
With my ability to run and jump for joy taken away.
Death, where are you...
Rhyme and Refrain.
Sponsor, Broken wings
I flew to Israel at age 22
Ten days after graduating college
Knew what I didn't want to do in life
Didn't know what I wanted to do
Got off the plane
Looked at the signs
All in Hebrew!
Kosher Meat -- in Hebrew
Taxi for Hire -- in Hebrew
Lod Airport -- in Hebrew (Today: Ben Gurion International Airport)
My language! My Country! My Home!
Moved there "for good" five years later
Didn't quite make a go of it, Pity!
Returned broken-hearted...
But the Flavor of the Land
The Spirit of Its People
My People!
Has never left me:
They Changed My Life
They Changed Me
For the Better
Forever!
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