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A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It taught me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright
Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second bid
I knew my mother was hurting deeply from all of the pain her silence hid
Downstate was another dagger, the lonely days, the nights, the "Draft"
In times of peace the seagulls shrieking...and, I could have sworn at me they laughed
Then came Green Haven/the pain continued; those forty months in just a cell
Abundant vermin, to live determined...where most Co's were scarred as well
College courses would keep me focused, mixing with others who sought degrees
To be well rounded my reading varied from Og Mandino to Sophocles
All was good, then times grew darker, by "95" my health had waned
Some forsook me while others wondered how my Trust in God remained
On bended knees I prayed this daily..."Not my will be done, but thine"
Then I was showed One set of "Footprints" which I knew could not be mine
Deliverance came, yes things got better; I thought my sorrows were finally gone
Until I left to live in Fishkill, which in truth was Matteawan
Intellectually I was their equal, they had no choice, but to grin and bear it
For, I knew their books, their words, their history...and many things deemed esoteric
Bogus tickets, the box, harassment, they thought I'd fold from all the stress
Still, what would I be if I didn't suffer?...a spineless man who acquiesced
People have asked me how I survived it, a prison life sometimes appalling
I inhaled deeply, and finally told them...That Freedom Was Always Calling
Freedom Was Always Calling by Poetiq1der aka Don Simmons
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
How can our world be so abundant and blessed
with nature's vast displays of harmony,
so filled with pictures of beauty and love,
wrapped in the fingers of God's gracious love,
and be so filled with mortals void of love?
God grants us mortals freedom of choice.
We account for the choices that we make.
We account for the courses that we take.
Has our universe been set in motion
and forever programmed to have no choice?
Do non-mortal entities not debate?
God's love set all things in its proper place.
Should not His love heavily guide our love?
Such love guarantees to free us from pain.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
Some suffering in life we can’t avoid.
However, no excuses should there be
for pain that leaves inside our hearts a void.
It’s love we need. I think most would agree!
If love could rule, at last we would have peace,
and that would mean an end to every war.
Just think of it - all brutishness would cease.
Whatever on earth are we living for?
We live to love and be loved in return.
God’s children that we are, how can we hate?
Our neighbors’ welfare should be our concern
and having charity our greatest trait.
Since ancient times, the answer has been clear,
yet still away from love we seem to veer.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles Greek poet
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Life
Life is a flower with perfumes and thorns,
A book scribbled with pains and happiness
Where one with gleam or grief exults or moans,
It is a drama of joy and sadness.
It `s a drama of esse of everyday
With the pages written with noble deeds
Where everyone a part is called to play,
With scenes of love and care for those in needs.
Some episodes are set for the Lord,
Where humility is a precious friend,
Where sincerity is a common word,
Where honesty is a close kin of man.
Else, life won`t be a drama worth playing
Or a story worth writing or reading.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.”
-Sophocles, Greek Poet
Out of the shackles of turbulent night,
Through the dark meadow to redemption light,
Freed captives of a menacing shadow,
We can look out of an open window.
Held by a warm and compassionate hand,
Led to a beautiful and blossoming land,
A symphony of glee pervades the room,
Out of the hold of the tendrils of gloom,
Hope adds colours to a shadowy day,
The feet find a sure harmonious way,
The mind sees beyond the looming sorrow,
There’s an entry of a new tomorrow.
Lightened of the weight, we see with new eyes,
Love aids us to disperse the gloomy skies.
Be bold like Socrates,
Be fearless like diogenes,
Be strategic like Chanakya,
But never, you.
Be straightforward like Aristotle,
Be calculative like Archimedes,
Be a statesman like Machiavelli,
But never, you.
Be learned like Eratosthenes,
Be stultifying like Sophocles,
Be imaginative like Herodotus,
But never, you.
Be dedicated like Plato,
Be caring like Hippocrates,
Be daring like Herostratus,
But never you.
Be brave like Leonidas,
Be tactical like Themistocles,
Be liberator like Thrasybulus,
But never, you.
Be loving like Paris,
Be defending like Hector,
Be attacking like Achilles,
But never, you.
Be ambitious like Caesar,
Be victorious like Alexander,
Be illustrious like Pompey,
But never you.
Be determined like Washington,
Be proud like Tarquin,
Be devoted like Magdalene,
But never you.
Be curious like Da Vinci,
Be creative like Tesla,
Be observing like Newton,
But never, you.
Be fiery like Hitler,
Be silent like Coolidge,
Be perseverant like Rowling,
But never, you.
Be barbarous like Ghengis Khan,
Be paranoid like Stalin,
Be terrible like Ivan,
But never, you.
Be disturbing like Osho,
Be calm like Krishnamurthy,
Be charismatic like Vivekananda,
But never, you.
Be spiritual like Shankaracharya,
Be materialistic like Charvaka,
Be enlightened like Buddha,
But never, you.
“One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life.
The word is love.”
Sophocles, Greek Poet
So, what is life without the gift of love;
an empty shell to face it all alone.
Without it, we will lose the support of
our drama now- and what is still unknown.
To earn that gift, love is a two-way street;
its take and give is our security.
In times of pain, love's kind embrace we greet
and relish in the warmth of sympathy.
It matters not what misery we face;
love is the potion that can ease the pain.
Though there are problems love cannot erase;
it calms and heals- some peace, at least regain.
Love's two-way street of take and give must share-
when family or friends need special care.
A Distant Shore
Beached upon a distant shore I wondered about my life
Beseeched by solitude all I could pour out was sadness & strife
I reached for something in the distance that looked like it was a knife
It teached me to be indifferent as I knew my thoughts were running rife
Extending out with a notion leading my mind toward the dawn
Pretending that without devotion things are soon to be forewarned
Defending all of the commotion as my spirit lays there torn
Upending my torrents of emotion as I pray to be reborn
Pertinent proclivities that can’t hold onto prevention
Militant sensibilities that keep you a candidate for detention
Indeterminate absurdities that seek creativity for invention
Recalcitrant eligibility’s that defy the next mass organised convention
Incantations of a prophecy that came true far too soon
Lamentation of Sophocles by the light of the full moon
Emanations of soliloquies that are about espoused around high noon
Invitations of proclivity that contrive while I turn up the latest tune
Observations of vibrant conversations while I go without vocalisation
Sensations of reserved consternations bring about the elevation
Emulations of salivation over something close to revelation
Colourations of computations that lead me toward general devastation
The End Elizabeth Moroz copyright