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*Inspired by a comment Vijay made on a poem of mine
Like drifting fog or hide and seek with the sun
Life is forever changing, day to day
Whether you are walking or choose to run
Spontaneous events occur in a way
No matter our choices, we must flow
Life is forever changing, day to day
So much we cannot control that we know
To cherish each moment, we are at peace
No matter our choices, we must flow
Difficult times find a way to decrease
In a myriad there is something new
To cherish each moment we are at peace
Wisdom is seen after storms, sky so blue
Good and bad changes will always be found
In a myriad there is something new
Tip-toe with gratitude without a sound
Like drifting fog or hide and seek with the sun
Life changes will always evolve around
Whether you are walking or choose to run
Heidi Sands
8/21/22
The colors of the leaves, now represent change
Like a mirror to my life, as things rearrange
There is no way to know what is coming my way
even with any planning, I may do day to day
But colors can show change can be a beautiful thing
As when multiple things go wrong, leading to an upward swing
I have found the unexpected to be both daunting and great
Time presents the gifts when I am willing to wait
Change for the worst can lead to change for the best
Fighting to survive can lead to peaceful times of rest
I see these colors around me, as I embrace the moment
When I'm still for these minutes, I don't wonder where time went
Heidi Sands
10/5/24
(C)opyright
Like termites surface from the clod, out of the blue,
Or like small snails creeping out without any clue;
Boredom dwells in my psyche like a three-toed sloth,
Puts a halt to my day-to-day temporal growth...!
As though nothing to do or do not want to do,
I feel; even though duties standing in a queue;
My zeal and thrill and enthusiasm get hidden,
Joy stands out, as though the entrance is forbidden...!
Is it dejection? Is it despond? I don't know,
Where's my motivation gone? Why is my mind slow?
It seems, sometimes, treacherous; sometimes troublesome,
Where does increasing inner injury come from...?
Perceptional seizures are gone; my mind stands dull,
Concentration cuts off; distractions fill my skull;
Yet, when freshness fills me at the end of the day,
Excitement and euphoria come back to stay...!!!
24 March 2023
The Chosen Ones
By Franklin Price
1/21/2017
The chosen ones
Are nothing new
They take the reins
In all we do
They guide the way
Not always fun
Not all can be
A chosen one
The job's not easy
If it were
Why would unchosen
Ones defer?
Throw up their hands
Say, “We are done.
Please save us now,
Oh chosen one.”
The chosen ones
Cannot neglect
Their actions
Have the most effect
They make decisions
day to day
The chosen ones
Show all the way
They make the choices
That you see
The chosen ones
Make history
To sit alone and disagree
With what the chosen ones have done
Does none of us a bit of good
Become yourself a Chosen One
He had to confess, had to own up,
And tell her the truth of the matter,
‘Fess up about the online image he had,
Come clean about all of the swagger,
So he said, “Well my job, not as good as I claim,
And I’m not as tall as I say,
And I also need to lose a few pounds,
And money… well I live day to day.”
“That’s cool,” she replied, “I should ‘fess up myself,
I too, need to go to the gym,
And I’m not as young as I say, I’m not quite as toned,
And my bust is a little bit slim.”
And they both sent a sigh, a relief for the truth,
Their fake could now be replaced,
And they could get on with their life, a real liaison,
Now they could meet face to face.
I’m not that sort; I’m different;
My nature is like that
Not because I want to;
I just was born like that.
Whether my curse or my destiny,
The wall surrounds me;
Life is not available for me;
I’m trapped in life without the key.
And other people’s destinies
Every day pass by around me,
And I can only stand and see
Through the wall surrounding me.
I live my life that way
And hit the wall from day to day,
But I have broken not a brick;
Maybe am I just weak?
The Beast in the castle:
That’s all about me;
Is there my Belle in the world
Who could see real me?
I live, not touching life;
By only seeing I know life,
And through the wall I say to life,
“Why do I live without life?”
November 27, 2020
He was just a boy, living his life each day
Growing into his young years, displayed
Day to day life encouraging young thrall
Doing as he should, with friends, football
Then life takes a turn, changes, changes
Disjointed norms twisted, askew thrown
Stiffling a mind when should be growing
Turmoil now leads, his life in rearrange
From pillar to post cast, cast out to there
Just another statistic, another numerically
Discussions, discussions, lets put him there
When, quite frankly, they didn't really care
Inside from his outside, they couldn't see
Turmoil now leads, his life in rearrange
Young, so young, that even he can't be
Being pillar to post cast, innocently he
Days, weeks, months, years, decades
Through his eyes others have never seen
He was just a boy, living his life each day
But to another, he was just anothers keen!
We sat among friends at dinner the other night…
celebrating a new adventure Deborah and I are about to start
It was a moment filled with joy and laughter…
while it tugged at the fibers of our hearts.
And I thought how we all began as strangers
so many things about each other…unknown…
and as we came to appreciate, understand and enjoy each other
affection and friendships have grown.
As I looked at all the faces around the table
I tried to comprehend…
When was the exact moment…
we transformed from strangers…into friends.
How did we reach a point where we are comfortable…
where everyone’s at ease…
laughing, talking sharing stories of our lives, our loves…our families.
And again I had to wonder…how and when did it come to be…
these friends…once strangers…became part of our family.
But life is unpredictable, we never know what will happen day to day
which often brings a sadness…when good friends move away.
Yet there among the sadness…we find happiness with what we have achieved
for we have given the gift of friendship…
and the gift of friendship we have received.
We are confident once we move we will meet again…
and each meeting will be tenderhearted…
We will laugh and talk and share stories…as if we never parted.
Because we have experienced one of life’s wonders…shared only among friends
How friendship has no time limit…how good friendships never end.
Because all good friends who become old friends know the secret…
all friends will one day learn…
That friends never says goodbye to friends…they wait patiently for their return.
Shadows of you remain since the day you were gone
Black is my world and there is no dawn
I travel around to try to forget your face
My life is baron like deep space
When you were here you left your mark
But now that you’re absent I’m here in the dark
How can I go on without the suns light
Trapped in a world of a forever night
Your pictures still here in there black and white
My existence is a terrible sight+
It takes all my strength to get through the day
The only color I see is like my mood lifeless gray
When you were here you left your mark
But now that you’re absent I’m here in the dark
How can I go on without the suns light
Trapped in a world of a forever night
You were my better half now I’m cold
Your loss gets worse as I get old
I feel like I don’t have a soul
Everything around me is deep a black hole
When you were here you left your mark
But now that you’re absent I’m here in the dark
How can I go on without the suns light
Trapped in a world of a forever night
I try hard not to give up the fight
But the here and now is an endless twilight
The day to day task make me feel over run
I cannot grow past this for there is no sun
No one can take your place and your presence I will always miss
Maybe some time soon I’ll get out of this abyss
The Cotney Country Store
By Franklin Price
07/24/2020
A mile north on Merritt Island
Maybe less or maybe more
A local landmark, I recall,
Was a little Country Store
Mister Cotney built it
Was no carpenter for sure
Brought a service to the area
Helped the poor folks to endure
The economy was citrus
People lived from day to day
Cotney extended credit
When there were no bucks to pay
He kept a written ledger
A tab for every needy name
Living one day to another
Was how many played the game
Those who had so little
Mostly honest way back then
When pay day came, the tab was paid
Making Cotney whole again
The store provided products
Mostly basics, yet some cheer
Candy bars and cold drinks
Along with cigarettes and beer
As kids we went there often
Returning bottles we had found
People threw them from their cars
We found them on the ground
Were worth a couple cents a piece
Cotney paid us every time
We purchased candy for a penny
And a drink was but a dime
Those days have long been gone
No drink deposits any more
Convenience stores have taken over
There's no Cotney Country Store.