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Our friends are dying fast.
Visits are very few.
But we all have a blast,
When occasionally they do.
It was pouring rain on Friday,
Not the most cheerful weather,
It was not the time "To make hay".
Just lovely still to be together.
Then to our surprise,
Our doorbell rang,
John took time to arise,
Then we heard the"Bang."
John tried to hurry to the door,
He was far too slow,
When he finally got there,
He found our old friend Joe
John was delighted to see Joe,
And Gwen, Josip's wife,
We had not seen them for seven years
Because of circumstances of life.
Josip is from Ukraine,
He is a knowledgeable man
He has lived a life of pain
And can handle strife.
Gwen was using a walker,
Joe is partially blind
Gwen is an easy talker,
And she is very kind.
We made tea and coffee,
And a bite to eat,
Gwen said, How long have you been deaf?
As John sat rubbing his feet.
In the course of the conversation,
I had to instil eyedrops and take various pills,
It was a revelation
To discover so many ills
After we had discussed our ailments
And how life as we knew it,
Way back when has changed
We got onto the derailments
Of unnecessary wars,
Brought about by Power and greed
That has deranged
The Universe.
Our conversation peppered,
With every emotion that one could feel,
We laughed and sighed
Our friendship sealed,
No aches and pains
That afternoon
All forgotten
As there was no room
For personal woes.
We talked them away
The conversation was stimulating,
We could have talked for days
The time spent was invigorating
It brought our brains into play.
No need to agree with all that was said,
Respecting opinions,
Without being easily led,
Keeping an open mind,
Until you find,
The answers that are true
And acceptable to you,
Thank you, Gwen and Joe,
Your visit cheered us so.
See you in the New year.
It will give us time for our minds to clear.
When you awaken in the morning
Remember that you're lucky to be alive
You have more time in your Hourglass
For your loved ones and your Life
Whatever the weather outside
Whether rainbows, rain or sunshine
Know that it's all part of the process
Nature gives us through seasons and rhymes
We may have challenging moments
We may have pain and tears
But we need to focus on Hope and Faith
Love and Light, not Darkness and Fears
Every single Soul
Has a Purpose and a Path
We are all connected
Part of the Universe's Heart
When we expand our Hearts
Focus on the Light instead of Dark
We ignite the Power of Positivity
And extend the Light like a Sparkler
Like magic the World lights up
We discover Joy and Peace and Harmony
And when we go to sleep at night
Our Connected Consciousness inspires our Dreams
The stars twinkle and giggle and play
In the Cosmos so filled with mystery
For they know that Magic and Miracles await
For Humanity's ultimate Destiny
Take nothing in this Life for granted
Have Gratitude every single Day
For you are part of the greatest Story
That ever was played out on a Stage
One day when we've overcome the Darkness
When the Light sets us all Free
We'll celebrate our Cosmic blessings
Beyond Starlight and Stardust and Being
"Don’t make the mind lose the way, let it delve inside,
you’ll discover the abode where happiness resides." - Quote by Poet
Happiness is a dew drop in a critical poise,
trying to adhere to the grass tips holding close,
searching for the creeping ecstasy to find ways
through the dry blades to its heart morose.
Happiness is a dew drop in delicate disguise,
perched on the slender blades of green grass,
waits overnight for the golden sun to rise,
and to wear the sparkling jewels of rare class.
Happiness is a dew drop, shines in innate light,
grasping the swathing sunrays the grass likes to share,
tells the drop in its own way not to alight,
and uncover the hidden dark despair.
Happiness is a dew drop, glows as a pearl grand,
a jewel created by morning for the grass crown to grow.
As the sun travels over the desiccated land,
the dew drop dries, the grass bends in sorrow.
Happiness is a dew drop, saturated with transient glow,
making awhile the grass a happy prince feeling desolate,
tells everything has a time to come and go.
The drop will return to the grass having patience to wait.
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February 27, 2023
Theme chosen : Happiness
Contest : Writing Challenge - H Words
Sponsored by : Constance Le France
Well, if I am not willing to change anything,
I'll make life a harmonious poem;
yet, I didn't believe at first anyone
who knew how to love, I just laughed at them
with a curiosity that an incredulous had...
to know, to discover, and feel something
while living and not leave anything undone!
My assumption wasn't enough to pursue conviction,
the human sentiment hung especially on guilt,
however forgetful it may have seemed on crucial days;
the restless voice within rebuked me with harsh words,
" Delusions are paid with tears and regrets,
with a bitterness that has no equal opponent;
nothing will delude me or will make me hope for redemption,
I pushed everybody away, instead, I choose isolation and wept!
Nothing made me aware of the reality with its crude tones
denying me the sweetness that others found in simple delights,
and not having felt them, the longing never stopped growing;
they thought I acted strangely being an antisocial human being,
did they realize how I wanted to be their friends in lonely moments?
They did not reach out for me and stretched out their arms!
What are my choices after all has been tried
and terribly failed? Reinvent a reality that doesn't exist,
or continue this journey with a dubious thought?
What if I'll make life a harmonious poem and insist
that destiny is not a force that frightens a strong spirit,
an individual that has dreamed, sighed, and cried?
Written on 10/30/2020
Happy As A Bug
Happy bug got stepped on today insuring death
Ending its existence from a lineage stretching back
Billions of years his species started off in insect ways
They came equipped with speed and armor
A miniature size assured their survival
But something happened to this buggy thing
Primarily an outside creature playing in the sun
Simply wanting to discover something new
The feel of plush carpet in the merry neighborhood
It stumbled in erratic movements to the cozy home
Stepped inside for the first time in its life
This was an errant turn
It only wanted to pass through
Innocence and speed did not aid this particular situation
A playful carefree nature didn’t do
The young, beautiful, elegant woman in stiletto shoes
In a soft and graceful move to take some caviar with spoon
Caught the little fella with her heel
It was so long and narrow, a chance encounter
His time had come. It’s done
To become a stain upon the rug
Little bug must have felt so lucky
Not to be crushed by someone ugly
It was an honor and a privilege to die at her lovely feet
A happy merry bug that rests in peace
To that one soul reading this…
whose problems seem abyss.
There is a bridge to better days,
where sunshine still exists.
To discover the way,
and a warm place to stay,
isn’t hard to recognize.
If you’re searching for clues,
that will help you get through,
they might be in disguise…
The mountains that you climb today
as storm clouds gather ‘round,
will soon fade into yesterday,
when all that’s lost is found.
The morning sun is not defined
by last night’s sunset, so
as for the trials of days gone by
they can simply be let go…
So dream sweet dreams
from dusk to dawn,
and your deeds will
stand applauded.
You’ll be smiling twenty
years from now…
as you walk a path
well plotted…
Cole Banner
Copyright ©2019
Tear the Heart and Teach the Soul
Through all our lives we seek control
Darkness held at arms' length
Striving with our bitter strength
Forcing madness to submit to sense
To rein our Animus to governance
Though it resists, to try our will
Against its roil we set our minds
Lest we perceive what it divines
The razored truths it seeks and finds
The lessons it would give us still
That tear the heart and teach the soul.
Life eats life
As so it goes, without restraint
Necessity absorbs the spreading taint
That all must bear, the cost of life
Paid with death, born of strife
We are the ends of one another
As we destroy we must create
As we discover, much too late
Sister to Sister, Brother to Brother
This. The shared edge of the knife.
What I’d like to give you is an ounce of my perfume,
what you’ll get is my permeating essence-filled scent
so you can discover who I really am.
Step in to my space,
study the aromachology of me,
become the nose to my inner "scentual" being.
A pungent trace of amber redolent with promise
is fragrant with what can be,
seducing you with a tangy sexiness,
inducing a deep-down-in-the-marrow reaction.
Step close, burrow into my soft vanilla neck,
breathe in the all of me.
Allow my red, red rose head notes to light a spark
to beckon you on to explore
every inside, outside inch of my skin.
Lean in, capture my cinnamon, cardamom heart notes
which reveal my truest nature.
Inhale my musky base notes,
then heed the primal-instinct-releasing call
to explore the jungle of my soul.
With cloying clarity,
discern the conundrum of sweet, savory me.
Rivers of thoughts flow through my mind, like dreams lost in the endless ocean of memories,
Spreading night over my heart, searching for answers among falling stars,
Departed from a "home" I have called so my entire life, I travel through the vast realms of existence,
To create a home I have always yearned for, I must leave what I thought was "home."
The past follows me like a nocturnal shadow, its dark whispers luring me into the labyrinth of confusions,
But my searching steps lead me beyond the boundaries of family and habit,
Toward unknown lands, where each fallen leaf carries the promise of a new beginning.
My searches stretch into the horizon, where the twilight colors melt into the dawn.
To find the things that belong to me, I have to discover them, to lay them brick by brick,
From fragments of shattered dreams and fragile hopes, I reconstruct my identity,
Each step carries me towards another universe, another forgotten corner of the self,
Between the desire to be myself and the need to rebuild, a new spring is reborn with each sunrise.
Under the vast sky, full of lost constellations, my scattered fragments,
Recompose themselves, forming a map of my searches – a new home emerging upon the very sky,
For me, this home is a sanctuary of dreams, a refuge built from desires molded from the ashes of the past.
If I don't do it for myself, who will create this magical universe?
From each fall, I rise again like a Phoenix reborn from its own ashes,
My arms stretch towards the stars, assembling lost fragments of dreams,
With each note of melancholy and euphoria, I weave an eternal song of rediscovery and reconstruction,
In a dance of shadow and light, I shape myself, reconfiguring my being.
A home I have always longed for, a treasure lost in the labyrinth of destiny,
A home that calls my name in the stillness of the night, beckoning me to build it out of myself,
I embrace chaos, rivers of thoughts and dreams, for in them I find my source of creation,
And thus, in melancholic magic, I follow my path, transforming shadows into light,
In an eternally desired home, where the horizon of my heart travels towards infinity.
(Rhyme)
It's only through Jesus that we can come to that wonderful place
So filled of love, and peace and supplied of eternal grace
It's only through Jesus that we can come to His Father someday
The Bible makes it so plain and clear! and there's no other way.
God is the sovereign Author of everything upon the Universe,the sea and earth,
He's written it all and designed it all with His own Almighty Hands,
God is the Master Painter of everything you see all over the sea and every land
It's only through Jesus, the Perfect Lamb,that we can have salvation for eternity! His love is so Grand.
It's only through Jesus,that you can have the precious treasure of "new birth" and be "Born Again" spiritually
Just then you can understand and see the big picture, and discover, why so many things really make sense
The importance of God's plan and how much He really loves us all,
Nothing happens by accident,He already had a plan for you and me, His love is profoundly immense.
Praise be the Name of our Mighty God! Because He's in control of everything you can and may not see,
It's only through Jesus that we can have life abundantly and eternally, call Jesus and then you'll see.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,02,2014