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What do I like about my life?
an easy answer now from me.
The first, to be a loving wife
then, next in line my children three.
Grandchildren to, are my delight
good friends I also love to see.
My health is without too much strife
I’m really where I want to be.
There is not much that I regret
somethings, If I could rearrange.
Then plans of mine I may have met
whereby my attitude could change.
Not be so ridged and so set
because I found it all so strange.
However, looking back, you bet
I’d be more open to exchange.
I hope my future years are long
because, I still have much to do.
I hope my heath will still stay strong,
and my old mind remains sharp too.
I hope to hear the birdies song
that greets each morning when brand new.
I hope our world corrects what’s wrong
and peace across our earth comes true.
The moment that I awaken is the hardest moment of the day
when, my mind starts to come alive with the promise of a new day
then, ………I remember and the pain of the last two weeks crashes in
and the reality of my grief is renewed
My son is absent from this earth and I have to figure out how to live
my life without the presence of my beautiful young man
I grieve for the world, because he was a special person
I grieve for my family, because he was an integral part
and I grieve for my myself because he was my son and there
really are no words to describe the gaping hole in my heart and life
How does one move forward when life explodes and takes someone
that is so very important?
There is no easy answer to that and I am still trying to figure out
how TO LIVE. For the moment, I am resting in the arms of those
that reach out to help and support me in ways I am not yet able
dinner and a hug came on a very hard day last week. Comfort. Love.
Putting one foot in front of the other. Re-learning how to regulate
emotions that can take control and overwhelm me at any moment
letting my mind try to find the words to describe this catastrophic loss
resting in the arms of God where I can find hope I am not yet ready to embrace
I will find a way to move on, but I won’t figure that out alone. My tribe has
closed the ranks and are protecting me, feeding me, checking in on me,
and literally holding me through the storm that begins each day
in the morning as I remember that there is a gaping hole in my life
The way I feel, each day the bright sun would shine
Your beauty extends into the heavens
Together, we can live life to the fullest
Two hearts are beating, strong and true
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
I never knew about love and bliss
You light up everything for me
Make the world give us a little more time
With our hearts bonded and melted
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
There’s no easy answer for this marvelous feeling
We humans always a need for fire and heat
Together we're blessed with a perfect match
A future where you and I always would strive side by side
Your touch paints the Heavens
The fulfillment of my dreams
I Can't Describe
It is ... the way I feel
It is ... the way I feel
27.07.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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Ives Michael Rasmussen
1892-1919
So, there you are, my friends,
And here I am, resting, nodding off, in the cool dirt,
Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery.
There are many of us here, sleeping, and waiting,
As you are sleeping and waiting, up there,
Above the grass, and the old mossy tombstones.
We all know now what life meant,
We all know now that life was a serious matter indeed.
We all found out that every person must make a choice,
The choice of eternity… here, where we are.
We the dead know now, that life was just a test,
A simple test with an easy answer.
But I am dead now, and so, don’t ask me.
The truth must come from him, the Master,
For I am nothing, absolutely nothing,
Just dust and atoms lying askew, here in the dark,
Of shady and forgotten Mt. Olive Cemetery.
So, there you are, my friends,
And here I am, waiting for the final trumpet peal.
Waiting for something no one can possibly imagine,
I am waiting for my savior to open up the big skydoor,
And I am waiting for the tremulous toppling,
Of these old mossy tombstones.
Who I used to be?
Not an easy answer - as I turn the pages of my life
to the past and ponder,
feels like a wonder!!!!
Blessed to be born in a blissful home,
cocooned by a fearless, courageous father
and a spiritual, dedicated mother,
life was a luscious lavish garden for me -
love bloomed like the delicate Dahlias
and charming Chrysanthemums,
with tender care and immersed attention,
each tiny petal with ravishing beauty!
It was the opulence of affection,
Not the glamour of worldly possessions!
I felt like a princess in my father's kingdom,
although it was not the reality...
I was born in an uprooted family...
who missed the land and memories
they left overnight!
A house adorned and encircled
by verdant plants and tall trees,
where my imaginary brook flowed beside the cottage
humming and meandering softly!
In that abode I, with a heart brimming with sapphire imagination,
and eyes full of lilac dreams...
blossomed reading and writing poetry!
Watched my mother's folded hands in prayer,
Observed my father's helping hands for the needy,
Listened to mother reminiscing her fairytale childhood days,
Forging a strong fascination for storytelling,
turning into a passion! a fountain of
kindness and piety descended from their souls,
the cadence of devotion
inspiring me to be a complete whole!
Grandparents bestowed the guiding light,
growing up with siblings was a cherished boon,
Humility and politeness were the virtues encouraged,
compassion for the poor, respect for deserving,
A sense of thankfulness surrounded my young demeanor!
Like the secret life of a precious pearl being formed,
My personality was forged by the inter-mingling of traits and
charisma inherited from family,
I miss my previous self -
eyes gleaming with golden aspirations and dreams,
Although confidence, self-reliance,
being articulate and independent unleashed a new direction to life,
The old me has given birth to a persona
Which led to an untrodden path!
Looking out on a lovely garden
flowers so beautiful in every colour
here on holiday on the English coastline
this summer scene is like no other
Such a delightful picture to look upon
but there's a blur to all of this
in the ground deep in the earth
these dreaded weeds you can't miss
They get in among your flowers
wasting your view of the loveliness
you wish to be rid of them for good
which are so filled with ugliness
Working to physically root them out
is a sure way to break your back
giving you a pain that is agony
that's the price that weeds will attack
One answer is to plant artificial grass
which is a very costly thing to do
so it takes hard work to truly kill weeds
no easy answer can be seen in view
(Just some thoughts on holiday last month on the damage that weeds can do to a beautiful garden.)
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Holiday Dangers
by Odin Roark
‘Tis greater to give than receive,
Begging the question: “Of what?”
Stuff remains the easy answer,
Cloaked in its brightly colored paper and ribbons,
Urging “Oohs and Ahs” from receivers,
Few can resist .
But what of a kind gesture in place of goods,
The finding of compassion and sympathy for the truly less fortunate,
Exercising that ephemeral spark of humanity once primary,
But now rapidly becoming an endangered principal of our species.
Hope hangs on…
The aware heart knows,
Like much of nature,
Humanoids can’t last forever,
That gathering of a materialistic image,
Buttressing the seductive illusions of generosity,
Be they religious or secular,
Knows only an all-consuming downward spiral,
A self-destructive glitter that blinds
As it drills deeper into itself,
Disintegrating at the end
Into the loss of “caring”
Fate’s delivery to a wide-awake darkness.
How habitual these temporal leanings,
How belittling to what innate mankind once wished to be.
Power of the Mind:
The fact that other people's words and actions can break your heart might be alarming
But what is truly terrifying is your mind’s ability to shatter your Peace of Mind & soul.
Surrounded by people yet all alone
Trapped within this solitary zone
A world where chaos and hate overtake
Every bit of happiness that may try to escape
Laughter and smiles never seem to last
Because I am haunted by memories of my past
Running the distance with nowhere to go
These are the days of my life, a Broadway show
Screaming for help, does anyone hear
The demons of death are coming so near
Echoes in my head tormenting me all day long
Breaking the woman who was once very strong
What does serenity mean anyway
Is it the swag in my step or just the words I say
Deep rooted evil no time for a true soulmate
Wondering why joy is always a day late
Suicide is the easy answer many times I have tried
Happiness seems to be the tears I have cried
Unable to distinguish what's real from what's fiction
Hope is an illusion, an optimist's prediction
What will it take to get me right
A visit from the devil on a lonely night
Angels prepare to battle and take a stand
To remind me of their Holy land
When I want to give up, they push for me to be strong
In my head I hear their harmonious song
A tranquil state I now find myself
Dealing with the hand in which I was dealt
Good vs evil, what does it really mean
Am I dirty when I appear to be clean
Life is an illusion a constant mind trick on me
Who knows what my fate will be
Heaven and hell are both fair game
Will I succumb to peace or fall down in shame
Surrounded by people yet all alone
Trapped within this solitary zone
Its just a Depression and Anxiety
A Pure Black Day of Life .
Which had appear once in life of strong persons.
This is the truth and to become normal again
We should accept the wisdom of our all illusions & optimist’s Prediction.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Seeking out tranquility
Transcendent information that allows the mind to be free
Interdependent adaptation that science ensures you see
Resplendent observations that you find only in your dreams
Ascendant liberations that teach you to believe
Applications of complications that see you need representation
Calculations of culminations that combine to give you resignation
Dedications of postulations which require intellectual renovations
Allocations of moderations that take it to the next level innovation
There is not an easy answer when your constantly in question
Like the silhouette of a dancer who defies physical comprehension
There is too much enhancer at these cosmetic conventions
So he remains a freelancer to protect his good intentions
Annexation of a land that was once a sovereign state
Starvation on their hands as there is too little done too late
Accusations that they demand as the air is filled with hate
Aberrations that can’t stand unless the people demonstrate
Exploration of a new reform that brings about possibility
Designation of the tired and worn who live without probability
Resignation of the concepts that are forlorn that engender nobility
Temptation of the broken and torn just seeking out tranquility