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Feelings of jealousy stem from insecurity,
Making us feel bound by infidelity.
It stirs in us feelings of great distress,
Thoughts consuming us, causing unrest.
Sometimes it’s a mere misunderstanding,
And when clarified, proves notwithstanding.
But when someone's words and actions diverge,
Doubt creeps in, emotions start to surge.
You hear one thing, yet their actions betray,
Leaving you confused, questioning the fray.
The stories they tell seem to acquit,
But their behavior casts shadows on it.
Betrayal and deceit, born from jealous thoughts,
A battle in your mind that can't be fought.
Questioning them, placing them on the spot,
Wondering if their honesty is all for naught.
When truth feels evasive, words seem uncouth,
Seeking actions that align with the supposed truth.
Defensiveness rises, emotions run high,
Actions contradict, leaving questions why.
Remember, jealousy’s root lies in insecurities,
Breeding feelings of obscure uncertainties.
Envy too can fuel this green-eyed beast,
Wishing for what others have, never feeling at peace.
Imagine being secure in heart and mind,
Free from regrets and doubts of any kind.
In a loving relationship, deeply secure,
Jealousy’s grip would lessen, that’s for sure.
Honesty and openness with your partner, pure,
No secrets hidden; trust will endure.
Make your lover your confidant, your best friend,
Such transparency ensures jealousy’s end.
Reflect on the blessings you already possess,
Let go of envy and learn to feel blessed.
Love what you have, cherish the now,
Jealousy fades when gratitude takes a bow.
Hope this helps all who read it,
And you’re jealous feelings are defeated.
Where has your mind gone, mirror man?
Can I call you my creator or my craft?
Your gaze awaited my unman.
Yesterday's raft is today's raft.
I can't find you any longer.
"Do you likewise?" a youngster asked.
His heart would glisten at the center.
What couldn't mumble satisfied?
I'm guessing cries are powerful.
As a result, I was running in a haze.
My ultimate goal is to be a fire fuel.
The child's goal was to blaze.
A runaway child leaves his imprint.
The wrapped double braid is stunning.
Shrunk and bark in a couple of rate.
Were these his etheric dropping?
The windswept over his sight
His earthy eyes betray his naivety
His genuine condition has blight.
Even when he was quiet, he had a glee.
I can feel myself collapsing to the floor.
No man in the mirror in my universe.
I have a child within my spoor.
I sobbed and hugged; it's getting worse.
I was suffocated by his adoration.
Until I had the option to cry or shed a tear.
I'm 54 years and have only discovered the sun.
I was always lurking, waiting for you to veer.
Written: September 6, 2021
Your Inner Child Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
I have a dream to travel abroad
I tell myself, do everything to it
One day to make it happen when
If not I can make what I want
Come what may I still wish it
Is it impossible, no, I'll try
I keep on dreaming, walk, crawl
Lie in that direction far away
But I don't betray my dream well
So I got myself a piggy bank
I taped the lid of a shoe box
I put a day in every day I can
After all, on the box I wrote
"Hugh, to Maldives, here I come".
So funny the description I made
I put money in to start filling
Everyday, I'm crawling towards
My unpolished and unsure dream
Thinking of ways to put all the bills
I squeeze the box from time to time
How far it will be filled up I don't know
Looking at the window today by far
I can already imagine the plane
Landing in a hot nice country by sea
Slapping on the hot coastal sand
Sipping on a cold cocktail from where
I stand wearing this summer trunk beach
I came awaken this nostalgia realizing
I have to put again the bill to the box
To make this dream happen to reality.
Electricity flows deep inside me.
You cannot harness it
Because I do not know it is there
Deep with in
And with in comes
With everything.
Attached to me is a soul
Morals that govern my entire existence
Profound power that is indescribable
However
This I am doing as I am who I've become
Both good and bad
I reflect the image of my own
I follow the path of my makers
People; in fact
Like you and I
We are the creators of each other
Bonded by common grounds
The ones which we physically walk and live upon
Bordered by the segregation of same species;
Invisible boundaries
Some of which are visible
Viable through the reflections of our own
Mirrored eyes reveal truth through involuntary traits
The same traits that make us man and woman alike
The same traits that betray those in which we are
Such a separation of species has been our eternally fatal tragic demise
We were not meant for what we truly are
We are intended to be much more exemplary
Divided by nature lessens our homogenous immaturity to the lowest level for success of any other means if found such wrongs
I feel something inside of me that is itching to be set free
It is not a monstrosity
More so a virtuosity that is of truth, compassion and love
Electricity flows withing our veins
We are,
each and every one of us,
Responsible for setting each other up for failure
We place limits upon ourselves
I doubt what I can become.
We are unaware of what we truly are
Simply because we are to afraid to release the amazing powers we all possess inside.
You and I have electricity inside of us.
10-05-16
No wings of gossamer nor halo bright,
no aura of divine serenity,
feet firmly on the ground, no gift of flight,
just dignity and grace, her pace steady.
A face now lined, hands gnarled, hair silver grey,
but eyes betray a love within still young
she shares by simple deeds done every day,
no approbation given, praises sung.
What treasure does she carry in her heart
to freely give, take nothing in return,
eyes on the prize, hers when she must depart
leaving us simple lessons we can learn.
More Angels wait for her when she does go
for heavenbound she will be, I am sure
maybe she taught them everything they know
not telling us she had been there before.
For contest 'New rhyming poems about Angels', sponsor Emile Pinet
August 12th 2018
The tempting thought I just could not dismiss
To share with you one surreptitious kiss.
A brief, flirtatious moment of delight,
Snatched furtively and hidden out of sight.
The red umbrella camouflaged all shame
As if accomplice to our fickle game.
But passion soon subsided, like the rain
And guilty eyes could not engage again. *
You left me standing there and it was clear
That we could not betray those we held dear.
I gazed into the scarlet dome above
Ashamed that I had risked true, steadfast love.
And looking down, my faithful dog sat there.
His saddened gaze was more than I could bear.
I led him home resolved upon that day,
No more to linger in temptation’s sway.
Then, one by one the features disappeared,
I glanced outside, the stormy skies had cleared.
'Ah, there you are, I thought I'd find you here,
The gallery is closing soon, my dear!'
A painting, like a poem can inspire
Rekindling the imagination’s fire.
And both may leave a message in their trail,
For contemplative spirits to unveil.
31/10/18
‘The red umbrella poetry contest‘ - Sponsored by: Eve Roper
* Please note that in Britain and according to the Oxford dictionary, two versions of the pronunciation of 'again' are permitted and commonly in use.
One rhymes with 'men' and one with ' rain'.I have used the second version here.
Audio version at : https://dictionary.cambridge.org/pronunciation/english/again
I love you funny Valentine at all cost
All your bad habits I laugh them off
How you wear your clothes a certain style
Boisterous of course with colors loud
I love you funny valentine yes I dare
Speak to you kind love your kinky black hair
And in the eve your peace is with me
Despite the rat race and warring in street
I love you short I love you tall
And in between I love you all
Love your licorice laugh and your chocolate eyes
And when mad love your ego and pride
And when you’re bad love your candy lies
Running so fast with your caramel thick thighs
I love your tears you keep inside
When you let them out we both cry
Love you past present future days
Love you young and as you age.
Even when you betray love you still I will not shade
We all can be real and make mistakes
Funny Valentine my love is your fate.
On my farm, my daughter Zoe grew strong
She became a beauty, like a happy country song.
She didn't smoke or drink, had lots of fresh air
But an exorcist once took a look, told me to beware
Down a dusty road in the evening glow,
She'd walk in her gown where the wildflowers grow.
Deceptive beauty could melt iron men
Zoe earned the nickname of "The Siren."
Legends speak of shipwrecks in the past
Homer has the captain tie himself to the mast
So he can safely see the beauty of the sirens by the sea
But nobody could survive my girl from Tennessee.
She's a distraction on the high road side,
My advice to you, give her a berth wide
Cars jump the curb as they pass her by,
Luxury cars wrecked; I've seen grown men cry.
She says it's not her problem, it's their self-control
She's not going to hide just to save each lonely soul.
She left Tennessee for Scotland, to find her family tree
I begged her, "wear a Burka," but she would not heed my plea
In Glasgow there were warnings on the radio wave,
"There's a girl ahead with the soul of a knave."
But eyes would betray, and hands let go,
Into the heather, the cars would go.
So if you drive that highland trail,
Keep your eyes ahead, pretend you're tied to the sail.
There's plenty to look at - the lochs, the sheep
The scenery in the highlands makes your heart leap
Just don't look at my Zoe, and don't get sore
It's not her fault if you don't reach your door.
The SNP in Scotland has filed a complaint by diplomat
But I tell them - when it rains, get a hat.
She just looks pretty, the open minded must agree
Not to blame the USA for the disaster from Tennessee.
Balcony moods
Morning offering;
Song of bird duo
By the yard edge
Bird frolic twitter;
A cheery quartet
Song fills dawn
Sunlight slants;
Window view sparkles
Last night's rain
Wet grounds betray;
Uneven footsteps traced
Joy after sorrow
Traces of old grief;
Ushered out abruptly
Old sepia memories
Silver nitrate etchings;
Old time photography
Haunting faces preside
Mother and father;
Yesterday's courtesy
Today flings
Doors wide open;
Strangers in paradise
Prayers on altars
Everywhere we go;
Living burying the dead
Can you hear
Sounds of old strains;
Voices calling in echoes
This life we live
Takes sterner stuff;
Hope feeds effort
Do you notice
A common melody;
Swirling time after time
Mundane routines
Calls time for after shocks;
Trauma feeds norm
When I listen
Do I hear
Sounds in the silence
Trip to market
Buy and sell;
Barter for things
Hate is fear exposed
Let love attend trade;
Poverty lives painful hatred
Look up and see
Dawn in a flash;
Insight reveals truth
Leon Enriquez
15 July 2014
Singapore
Beckoning … beckoning is the night
In its ice blue grey and snow gold light
Beckoning … beckoning is the night
The swallow has long since whispered away
the cardinal and so too …blue jay
have strayed but now in the beckoning light
the beckoning …beckoning of the night
comes the sweeping and keeping
comes sweeping and keeping
in the night
The sky is still ….but wild edged with light
Bluish... high... tight ...grey
but the branches swirl and deeply breigh
beckoning…. they are beckoning
the night into night
Come wild and courageous into fading light
Tis just the beckoning beckoning…. of night
the sky dark blue does and does not ....betray
the coming… coming of end of day
and still it comes the end of day
with the beckoning ...comes beckoning
the…beckoning of night
The light is waning and so day’s might
beckoning as we bridge to night
the wild things move on stealthy flight
beckoning beckoning into night
The beckoning beckoning of the light
wild things shudder and take quick flight
The beckoning beckoning of the night
the wild things move and take to flight
When tomorrow's dawn will cast
first light!
@Ingrid Showalter Swift