BIRTH came to me without my permission
possibly doomed to spend my life
no questions asked with strict submission
various sojourns from breast milk to sweets
then pubescent hair begins to sprout
I cannot figure my parents out
they call it a rebellion
of an immature child but I am immature
but what lay in store is wisdom
that comes with each winding year
to encounter a feeling or sensual dream
that one day will inhabit a new scene as it seems
To wed or elope and to cope with my life
to raise children in the midst of
love hate and joy as I recall
a generation ago
But as generations change it is time to renew
the changing colors of their state of mind
with a new world order they are left to imbue
to sneak in and out of chaos with a lollipop
to indoctrinate them into societys fold
and the vicious cycle goes on and on
continually with each aching breath
until you say hello to DEATH
September 7, 2014 ©Ralph Sergi
When you find yourself with more time than things to do
Think back on all the times the reverse was true.
When you feel alone in the midst of a noisy crowd
Remember there's a bright blue sky behind the clouds
When you feel that you just cannot get out of bed
And your mind is filled with anxiety and dread.
Think hard on why your life has become so shattered
You may find that the underlying cause never really mattered.
When you feel as if you simply don't belong
And the walls that defined your space are long since gone
Dispel all thoughts of a life that was ill conceived
And concentrate on all the things you have achieved.
Remember your life is out there for the taking
And yes sometimes that appears to be a daunting undertaking
I have found it best to take one day at a time
And always seek the path of the light sublime.
birth of a poem
as beauty flutters forth. . . .
the chrysalis’ death
Born: March 8th 2014
Who would assume
she could never bloom
Who would assume
she could leave so soon
Who would assume
such doom could loom
that a life giving womb
would turn to a tomb...
Died: March 6th 2014
Dedicated to Kloe Faith Reno and my precious granddaughter in law Veronica and grandson Jacob who have lost 2 babies in less than 2 years. The first was a ‘simple’ miscarriage, but the second baby Veronica carried for almost 7 months.
birth, to those who dare
begins the life adventure
to never fear death
©Donna Jones
3-17-2014
Birth adorns the gush of flowers
Across a patch that lifts boughs’ grace
Where Grandma tends a day's embrace
Mellowing the closure of hours.
The lucent sun pours dewy gold
On mounds changing autumn to snow
Her eyes agleam from sprouts below
As dahlia buds peep and unfold.
I gaze to watch her fingers dip
Into new stems between the leaves
Forgetting that age now weighs on sleeves;
Yet, garden blooms of life’s worship.
Today, dahlias lay on her earth
Surrounding a crypt, the flowers’ bride
When glory of morn stands aside,
In languid blush of Grandma’s death.
~
Dave Woods' Life Is What You Make It Contest
by nette onclaud
Birth, inception of life,
Reason to celebrate
Joyous moments
Taking great pride,
Body the chariot,
Soul passenger,
Mind is the one
That drives,
Check your thoughts,
Cultivate ideas,
Work hard
Not for reward,
Your deeds decide
Nascence of life,
Life is what
You make it,
Selfish or kind
A humble mind,
Poor or rich
Honest or witch,
Remember you must
Shed everlasting lust,
Equality for all
Do your very best ,
Sooner or later
All make peace,
Nothing will count,
Unannounced comes the death !!
birth of love brings new life
in her eyes he is the one
future of his he says she is
love blooms more and more each day
promises become broken
darkness draw nears for her pain in deep
her heart pounds silently in his hands
his hurtful words ring in her head
tears flow like a river down her face
darkness enters her eyes
an evil prescence enters around them
dark clouds releases acidic rain upon them
frozen time stands as she falls
her heart he smashes
death awaits for her
kisses of poison he gives her
her lips crack and shatter
darkness consumes her skin
suddenly she turns to dust
in the wind forever will she glide
a soul in the hands of death
evil forever gone from the world
light shines done bright upon all
darkness evaporates from alls eyes
happiness to all from her death
Birth ushers us into the world,
giving us an opportunity to mold
our thoughts into music and noise;
love and hate; peace and war.........
We find ourselves doing deeds
that are either good or evil,
swinging like pendulums between
the two qualities; history books prove
what we are, and what we can become
We stop creating our reality only in death.
Birth
Welcome - Miracle
Blessed event - Renewal - Creation
New born- Baby - Life Begins - Complete
Happy origin - Citizenship - Family - Generations
Blood ties - Stimulation - Beautiful - Proximity - Encourage - Exciting
Warmly - Motivate - Accept - Every day - Responsibility - Respect - Challenges
Emotions - Fear - Joy - Freedom - Development - Energy
Grateful - Dreams - Hope - Fellowship - Friends
Young - Elder - Old - Loneliness
Pain - Life ebbs - Crying
Tears - Sad - Longing
Angels - Heaven
Death
(From Birth To Death)
13.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Contest Name: Life is what you make it!
Sponsor:Dave Wood
Deadline 4/6/2014
(4th in the contest)
Birth,when time silently stops, is measured
Life brings a cry, a restless soul now born
Heart, life's beating clock quietly treasured
From this, we await the moment all mourn
Time is what's spent with every choice and deed
As we come to learn, understand its dues
Payment for decisions from want and need
Gathering life's yield, as we're passing through
There is only this, a distanced traveled
Lost in its realm of wonder and refuge
Confront each moment until unraveled
Then confirmed by joy or tearful deluge
Though none know the moment of final breath
Life should be lived, not worried before death
For the contest Life is what you make it
sponsored by Dave Wood
Birth … Death;
You fill in the blank.
Some are dealt an easy hand;
Some given challenges that are hard;
Some are fed with a silver spoon;
Some presented problems by the yard.
Some have so much support;
Some are left all on their own;
Some live in luxury;
Others don’t even have a home.
But, regardless of what circumstances bring,
it is what WE do with all of these things
that determines what our lives are worth
and where we take it after birth.
Then, when death comes knocking at our door,
and the breath of life we breathe no more,
and the life we lived – as the Reaper takes it,
was lived the best as WE could make it.
We have no say in the style of our birth,
but we must own our own life’s quest;
WE are responsible for the story in between
of our birth and death.
Birth of a new child
Brings joy to the world
A new beginning
A circle of hope
No beginning and no end
You learn to talk
Then told to be quiet
You learn to walk
Only to be pushed about for miles
You learn to use your hands
To its enth degree
But told don’t touch
unless it belongs to thee.
This is how your life progresses
You learn but told not to do
there is one word
that cocks a snoot at us all
It’s used with fear
yet welcomed by some
Death……………
Birth, the life of dreams now comes to town
as parents gain the title as a crown
The dream, the thought, success for mothers child
as both the parents plan the future wild
It's college, love, success the parents dream
in dreams you see your child as a queen
the king of all your future thoughts and schemes
The hero and the knights of tables round
Yet life is not as easy as it seems
sometime the parents drink and fight and scream
sometimes the battles lost and love is gone
sometimes the childs dark night linger on
Yet many are the hurdles that we climb
life the battle sometimes overcome
When you believe that you can climb each rung
When you believe that you are number one
when you believe that you can plan each day
to build the steps that help you grow and play
A young girl living on the city streets
believed that she could do it in her sleep
She crept her way through college
studied in the hall way doors
she build a better future living
in the streets of londons poor
believe that you can do it
you the king of your success
believe that you can do it
never beaten down by death.
Birth begins a newborn's step into a world unknown.
And whether they have many friends or spend it all alone.
Depends on many different things like if your kind or not.
Cause what you give is what you live and truly what you've got.
What can be said when you are dead if you have failed at life.
Rue and regret did make his bed that was so full of strife.
But everyone has their own path that they make in this world.
Let's hope it has a magic carpet that the God's unfurled.
I know in life that things get tough, more for some than others.
Hopefully, when you've had enough, you have sister's and brother's.
Cause sometimes you can fake it and just take a deep breath.
But when you feel that you can't take it, you almost welcome death.
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