One wonders, searching concept to reality; urge to desired dreams of paradise
Is man apart his own journey one runs, clarity of knowledge laid claim to evolution
Desires for peace meet by war fronts, innocent die like guilty evil predator walks
Amongst our soul just as life's breath
What is a man that he kill all light but darkness reigns death and destruction
World without love is a heart's tears, fallen to pains misery feeding our depths
Do we better journey which lie ahead, portrait of water color washable in mist
Lost being, like fog covered waters, rough sea devouring every gulp breathe
Is survival worldly or demise we fight in disarray
What is it we thrive that is not life, other than ourselves important priorities conclude
Achievable means to control uncivil hatred persistence
Among my being a flaw in design to beauty, chance find heart, a man apart from the rest
I also find peace, my last words laid to rest, untamed spirit; in search of Godly world
How do i escape this feeling, fixation on a life other than my own. How do I detach from others actions. And not let them affect me. I want to be an impenetrable ball of steel, reflecting the influence of others (in)actions with a infallible magnetic force. Now, I am a sponge, a cloud. I absorb the actions, words, intentions, of others. Easily, automatically. They seep into me with ease, and linger. I hold in these feelings from others intently. A walking collection of the mental states from those around me. Or I can be a cloud. My world, unstable, transparent, fragmented, easily dispersible with a gust of wind.
Love , kindness & courage
By Lady Arabella
Love kindness and courage all free to give
Nobody knows the life other people live
A listening ear and a hand to hold
All you need to watch a story unfold
Life is hard , there's no harm in a helping hand
We all need someone willing to understand
Love, kindness and courage they all come for free
Well maybe to some degree..
Those who are kind and love all risk being hurt
Sometimes it’s something we can’t avert
But don't let your kindness, love and courage be taken away
Let your light shine today
Embrace the pain it may cause
But Don't you ever stop or press pause
Share love , kindness and courage in all you do
And never be afraid to just be you
Collaboration with Marcello Eans
I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by others
That don’t seem to know what it means to love.
In the relationships I’ve had, I’ve always felt smothered.
All I’ve ever wanted was a little help from above.
So, here I am now, getting down on my knees,
Praying to a God that I hope really does exist.
I’ve done nothing in my life other than try to please.
Why won’t you answer me? Don’t keep me in the dark like this.
Are there rewards for the deeds done from my heart
In the midst of savages tearing my character apart?
To love those who hate me, forgive and forget.
In the beginning, this can’t be the plan that was meant.
I want to give up daily and call it quits,
But my life is a best seller and can’t end like this.
I’ll run this race to win and endure what I must.
Sometimes I don’t show it, but it’s you that I trust.
I loved, I laughed, I cried
I felt the ocean, watched the sky
I'm happy on The Other Side
Because I live, I did not die.
Would you instantly embrace love at first sight..or adjust your focus trying to fine tune your eye..maybe he's thinking poison she finessed her disguise..and she could be like I bet he tells good lies..and maybe they both have it all misconstrued..what if their thought process has suffered abuse..what if he's been sincere with no reciprocation..and her altercations with no prevocation..and they both have shown patience during mental displacement..in return were presented with bitter beer faces.. one in it for life other off to the races..what happened to love it has left with no traces..and now they could both be looking at love..but pass up each other because all the above..
Being a lover of poetry so much
but good to make time for other things
variety they say is the spice of life
enjoy real satisfaction for what it brings
I've always been a great lover of books
so I still love a really good read
whether history, bio or Christian thought
obviously, poetry inspires me up to speed
Walking is something I love to do
especially among nature colours so clear
among the woods branches and twigs
has such effect to inspire all that's near
Music has always been a love of mine
tastes have changed over the years
at one time in my 20s, punk was my thing
now latterly classical soothes all my fears
In all of this, I've enjoyed variety
brings joy to my life fort each day
so good being alive whatever our years
enjoying these pastimes hoping to stay
(This is a piece to describe what hobbies/pastimes fill my life other than poetry.)
Oh lord, I pray, turn me away from sin I say. Lift me up to heavens gate. Hear my cries as I shout please do not make me late. I want your love and peace that endures forever. I want to be by your presence and side always together. Their is no friend like you. No one can give us life other than you that’s true. Never give up on me. Without you their is no light to see. I pray that you turn me away from sin. I pray that you will turn my life around until the end. Oh Lord my shining star, I know that heaven’s gate is narrow but yet so far. I am never giving up on you. I trust you to be my lord and savior forever even after I turn blue. Oh lord hear my cries, take me in your arms as I fly. Please forgive me for all my sins that I have done. Please make a clear path towards you as I run. Thanks oh lord for hearing my prayers. Thanks Jesus Christ for you do care.
The wonderful story of life begins. And then came Calum... Is there any greater joy in life other than creating a new heartbeat. This is how my new grandson came to be.
Four eyes sparkle
Two smiles appear
One conversation strikes
A first date is set
Another follows
Six months later...still dating
Happy one year anniversary
Happy two year...
Happy five year
Finally...he kneels
She accepts
One year later...
The rice is thrown
A wonderful honeymoon
One year passes
Two years pass
Uh oh...
Cramps!
Nine months pass
Boom!
Six eyes sparkle
(Dedicated to Calum)
Writing Challenge 3, July 2019-List- Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
7-29-2019
I swear this medication
is taking all my dedication
withdrawal after withdrawal
is making life no fun at all
why were some of us born with brains that overthink
we drown ourselves in life, other people, drugs or a drink
I feel I keep falling down
reaching out but no one is around
so if you take the time to read this
you will see I didn't learn to write yet I bleed this
in the group home was I just a mistaken youth
forced to popped pills mixed up in my juice
from thirteen medications down to the final three
will I ever find myself again we will have to wait and see. -TA
She was the best of us.
She was gloriously fun and exciting.
She laughed like no other, throwing back her head, full mouth open.
She was outgoing, completely her own person, and outrageous.
We adored her.
She grew up a few years.
Began dating three men at a time.
Engaged to one man, married to another.
She was living a life other women did not dare dream of in the 70’s.
She was a party animal before society knew women could be.
She came up missing in February.
Her car was missing too, a beautiful, two-toned sports car.
All the contents of the car were missing too, and there were a lot of them.
She was moving to another region at the time. She had partied with friends.
The next morning she was taking the loaded car and her children
To move away from their daddy and all of his clan.
People who had been there for her children when she wasn’t.
The Highway Patrol put out bulletins.
People searched for months.
She never showed up, neither did the car.
The 70’s was not ready for a party animal in the form of a she.
It is a different time now.
I wonder if she would have made it if it happened today instead of 1979?
I sat in awe and watched them
make the stage a world,
where everything,
everything
could happen.
The music took me away from
where I was sitting.
Drifting me on invisible lines.
And I dreamt.
I dreamt.
Their hair in braids,
their colourful clothes,
their graciousness.
A jump a deer, or swan.
Arms a house to live in.
Embracing all the world from
love to death and beyond.
And I danced, I danced,
my music danced in my head,
my words, sung on paper,
were spoken on stage.
Lived a life other than ink
or syllables.
I lived there.
I bowed for my imaginary public.
My mind a stage,
all dancers,
all words,
all the music.
This dream kept me alive.
This dream makes me a poet
who sees colours and music
in words, and enjoys
just that.
***
October 31, 2016
Why
Oh! People created something for questioning why,
Few ones hate their parents and mother bcz of love why.
Why a girl is so important in someone's life
Whether everyone known to it there is pain in love always
Why
people getting love to each other then why one of them ditch others why
Life come sorrow bcz of girl why
No one is important in life other than her why.
If you find happiness everywhere then u definitely find a hidden pain and sorrow why.
No one knows from where sorrow or happiness comes but comes why
People making their life with fun say themself COOL but who says this in actual they having ocean of sorrows why.
I think so manytimes if the word WHY is not in book then everything is gone alright .
Avnesh yadav
A turmoil within the heart so fine
Shows a light not like any before
Tenderness unknown as besought
A life so free she forgot the score
Inside her eyes, a wild girl exists
She’s a woman of awesome insight
Nothing brings this piece forward
Completely shadowed within the light
She lives in mild pain, it’s always there
Shallow wants eclipse compliance
Period of nothing is brought forth
There’s no life other than defiance
Now a tug of war is within her
Playing her soul as a puppet
Pain shoots through her lonely heart
Whatever is true she won’t forget
Potentially the world lead her down
The whole place sends chills through her
No words can place it perfectly here
The life she leads is just a blur
Russell Sivey
The first thing I saw when I awoke
In the beach were an embraced shark’s eyes
Where the waves broken in pieces into the long distance
Flowing underneath the sweet sand
And marking in every step I made in life other than me.
In every effort of my body and soul
Yelling out as if it were leaving a finger, an arm, a leg
As much as they begun to create a second of me;
A reviewing of my separated self until
I cannot yet conceive the ability of being me.
How I flung myself in that shark's eyes
Different from which I have witnessed in my young dream;
And the appeal that reborn from my last holding heart
An abyss filled with you. A caption of being
Nothing else than a receiver away from me.
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