Long Daily life Poems
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You may find destiny's ecstasy, that you searched for all your days
Cut free from your bonds of sorrow,and sadness burnt up in a blaze
For when the ashes and fog arise,happiness reveals its ways
The familiar face in the mirror, will be happy with your gaze
To stay on course in life you must keep the right frame of mind
Think not only of yourself but of the others you may find
Look at yourself as a stranger that you've met for the very first time
Notice the sadness,and sorrow that you keep hidden away inside
Hard enough as it is, you've got to just pull yourself upright
For some circumstances in daily life, are hard to see in light
Sometimes you have to look into a mirror,and focus with all your might
To see what you may find hidden within,takes so much more than sight
*Collab with Dan Kearley Thanks for the opportunity, Dan! 8) Twas fun..*
O.babe
What's become of Us
I'm saddened by the sorrow
That I no longer feel
I could wish upon a star
But I know that isn't real
The daily life of always
And here to there to share
Not met with meant no longer
And a sombre stand to care
We miss you in the evening in the
Twilight next to day
Then there's that part we lose you in
Isn't nothing new we say
So Cry a tear a river widening
And wonder why it's gone
We hear it over and over like
A hit me hurt me song
The longer than forever
We can reach and we can
Learn the turns we find so
Often like the embers that don't burn
So oh Babe I'm so sorry I don't miss you most of all I'll try to remember you always like we just talked in a call
And find me in the evening never grieving at not near the clearest
We can offer to the loved ones we can't hear Is
Amen and an always We can find find it when we try the gone and guess is better than we done our all to cry
And truer than a sunset we can't see that it is clear Aways is she was lovely in I still Miss you most my dear
Expressions
Yesterday I wrote about observing facial expressions
so much can be said of the unsaid, where a smile often
it is a shield against the hurt of loose, unscripted words
AI, suggested it could help, I let it help, but the result
flawless, I must say, was no longer what I wrote
AI suggested I should alter some words to sound
more positive, overlooking the slight hesitation of one
not sure he is right, a lack of irony which I think is vital
in our daily life
My article about facial observance was no longer mine
it had little to do with what I was thinking at the time
I ask, how does AI know what a correct expression is
Humility is to apologize although it's rejected
Showing respect although you're disrespected
Being humble isn't something most practice in daily life
Most people focus on who was wrong and who was right
Humility is the hardest quality of character to apply
Imagine being honest with a person who constantly lie
Humility can be shown if assisted by the quality of love
You can't have one without the other their hand and glove.
Forgiveness is another sign that displays the quality of humility
To forgive and forget isn't something that's beyond our ability
We're taught by human nature to be on top and be elevated
That if you allow yourself to be humiliated that you'll never make it
Constant competition among the people in the world to be flawless
Pumped up ego, to be conceited, always being presumptuous
We do all of this just to be knocked back down to ground level
Is it really worth it to imitate the characteristics of the devil?
Let’s see now
Do you eat?
Get up
And go about your daily life
Do you appreciate all that God does for you?
From preventing things that can happen to you
Preventable things
And non preventable things
So that you can go enjoy your breakfast
at McDonald’s
Grab a coffee at Starbucks
Live your ordinary or non-ordinary life
Did you know that God has a Hand in all that?
Who gives you money so you can buy that coffee
biscuit?
Who led you to a job so you can earn that living?
Who gives you breath, mobility, voice
So you can carry on your wildest achievements
God - only God
And don’t ever forget that
If it wasn’t for Him
You would be dead a long time ago
Many times over
If it wasn’t for Him
You wouldn’t be here
Period
No stopping guessing here
We are so unappreciative
of what have been done for us
and keep on complaining
bemoaning about the little things
some dissatisfactions
And totally lose sights of the big picture
We are not here for ourselves
We are here for God
- His purpose
- His enjoyment
As long as we can remember that
We are good
As soon as we stray from that
We’d become lost
As we begin to serve ourselves
And that is not good
What is the world without the Sun?
What is the world without God?
One can only imagine
But not live in it
Hades
That is what it is
So here in our world
Not just another sunrise
Not just another day
because God lives in it
Here before the grace of God go I !
I wasn't born into a pigsty
Or my 1 daily meal did not have to be fetched
Off the back of a charitable relief truck
Or pray the water well had not run dry
So the next time I curse my bad luck
Maybe I should rather think ?
Here before the grace of God go I !
There are far more pressing things over which to cry
Than what I can or can not buy ?
Nothing for me will ever be as despondent or depressing
As the choices my lot in life will never have me make
And seldom have the humility to truly appreciate
Here before the grace of God !
Have I wasted so many golden privileged opportunities
Some other poor unfortunate soul will never know
Because they were born into
A War Zone or worse still a 3rd World Famine Hell Hole
For whom the bell tolls ?
Put no heed in dreams and aspirations
Because they live a life i could not possibly conceive
Praying only for clean water and enough food to go around
And God willing a roof under which to lay there head
While I am sat here wasting money on lottery tickets
Ironically never knowing I have already won
I want for none but yet still feel somehow hard done
The only thing in reality we all have in common
Is come 1 day we are all destined to die
But for these poor souls it will come as a blessing
Because daily life was an uphill struggle
Where as I am bound to finally realize
I squandered my prize
And took for granted my winnings
Time will only tell
If here before the grace of God !
In life Today's winners ?
In death become tomorrows loser's ?
And if this was all just a Test ?
Set to confuse us ?
In order to prove if I was truly worthy ?
Or simply wasted my time self-obsessing
And self-serving ?
That should instead rather have been granted
To some poor soul far more deserving than I
What Does it Mean to be a Woman?
What does it mean to be a woman?
What does it mean to suffice?
It means to overcome suppression,
By men as cold as ice.
I suspect you know about the cruelty,
Of history and its legacy,
And that you yourself can change our society,
Away from this harsh, insidious fallacy.
That we are different from men,
In any way apart from physically,
Is an ignorant misconception,
That should be quashed entirely.
Women and men are like a rope,
Two separate strands twisted together;
Both strong and individual, independent,
But to each other they are important.
Without both sexes you wouldn't have kids,
The continuation of life and humanity,
Where many affairs and relationships occur to give,
Much happiness, freedom and proclivity.
But the relationship facet of daily life,
Can be very distastefully circumvented;
You can be sexually abused in childhood and raped,
And then not taken seriously or respected.
Being female means that you need to justify your intellect,
To validate it and maintain its vitality,
In replies to teachers, lecturers and college friends:
Reactions will tire you, and you will not comprehend.
When you're employed, you just have to ignore the signs,
Men give you when they're not mellow or tactile;
You just need to chill out and get on with things energetically,
‘Cos you know you don't need them to be upwardly mobile.
And worse, you're considered second in the family,
‘Cos your brother is always way more important;
He's the pride of his eternally doting parents,
When you're just left with a specific love quotient.
Feminism is old, but it is still really young,
There's so much more talking to be done,
For a world with no rape, jousting and evil glares -
We all need to climb a few more stairs.
Oft times, I truly desire with a passion
to write like my fellow poets.
In doing that, I cannot see, the beauty
in my own, and fail to recognize it.
To create poetical magic, I have to dig
deep into my own reality.
For with that, and that alone, comes truth,
clear as crystalline tea.
I never try to impress wiith words, I shan’t
use in my daily life.
The words I pen, hopefully, will bring joy
sans clouds of strife.
A comedian on paper, is for witty, poet
compatriots to be.
All I can write about is wishing humanity
awakens, as I dream by the sea!
9/13/2024
@ Panagiota Romios
There’s red lipstick
When her legs, dressed in denim, float teasingly through the air, and her soft, gentle hands caress her daily life.
All we see is red lipstick
When she hides secrets behind a subtle, tough leather jacket and her beautifully dressed, warm face smiles.
That glorious red lipstick
Camouflages her deep, seeking blue eyes as she gazes into you and her tender words ignite your thoughts.
Her proud red lipstick
Makes her wicked, sharp laughter carry her irony and her innocent mind screams out curiosity
All the while her dark red lipstick is yelling at the world- see me!
There’s red lipstick.
We did a lot of waving yesterday at our city’s annual Christmas parade.
We waved at people dressed as chandeliers, at grinches and mermaids.
We waved at dance troops, at bagpipers, at wind lasses (those are women who sail the sea)
We saluted old disabled veterans and young men and women of the new ROTC,
We waved at those throwing candy and beads…we waved at those who made it snow.
We waved to our friends who were in the parade…and so many people we didn’t know.
When the parade was over all we had to do was turn around…
and walk to the Olde Time Christmas celebration being held in our downtown.
It was when we passed Santa surrounded by children…as Christmas music played….
I realized as we walked along it was our turn to parade.
We paraded by the open shops, by our bookstore…by thousands of people celebrating.
We stopped our parade for a moment to watch people in Florida…ice skating!
We paraded by professional singers on a stage listening to their voices soar….
We paraded by a group of children singing…and I’m not sure which ones I enjoyed more.
We paraded by children having their faces painted on our walk through paradise….
and as we paraded by the food stands we stopped for some crab cakes and yellow rice.
We paraded to our golf cart and headed home…calling it a night….
and as we rode along the streets…a parade of Christmas lights.
On my walk this morning I was thinking…what a great parade…
and all the wonders we saw passing by…
When I looked up at the crescent moon as the clouds paraded by.
And I realized…when it comes to parades…I don’t have to wait for Christmas Day…
as I travel through my daily life…I can enjoy parades every day.
Parades of wonders…parades of strangers.. parades of family…and friends…
How lucky to be a part…of a parade that never ends.