Long Feeling Poems
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I worked towards this dream my whole lifetime
But it always seemed just out of my reach
The harder I tried to achieve it,
the further away it seemed to become
I was always told growing up
That I could be whatever I wanted to be
As long as I worked hard for it,
And kept my eye on the ball
No one tells you
No one prepares you for
what happens when you fail
The feeling of defeat, and loss.
That feeling of hopelessness
that seems to envelope you
Mind, body and soul.
I have fought so hard over the years
Tried and failed, just to pick myself up and try again.
Only to realize failure once more
How long do you ride this never ending Carousel?
constantly and consistently
Round and round,
only to end up in the same place you started.
Back to square one, over and over
When is enough, enough?
A day, a week, a month, a year?
When does one decide that
it is no longer feasible
To continue on this path?
To continue the ups and downs
on this roller-coaster of life?
You may even momentarily feel
that you actually are in control,
only to be holding on for dear life
within the next moment,
hoping and praying that you won’t
be ejected and thrown from
the false security of the car that is
barely being held upon the track.
One after the other,
time and time again
Failure after failure,
try after try
As I sit here once more,
after being thrown from
the proverbial horse
Trying to decide if
I should continue this
seemingly never-ending
spiral of failure.
I look back at all of
my attempts to succeed
that ended in failure
Never realizing the pattern
that was before me all along
I see those who have
supported me and had been
brought into my life at the
precise moment they were needed.
I see the places these attempts
took me and how each one
changed me in such a way that
I have become a better person
than I could’ve ever imagined.
I realize how each failure
caused me to become more
determined and more courageous
than I ever would have been
had I not experienced that failure.
So I guess it cannot be perceived
as a failure due to the good that
each experience has created.
I may not have reached
the goal that I have dreamed of
all of my life but what I got instead
is something greater,
something that goes beyond
all of my wildest dreams.
i live through the moments
in seconds
passing me by
in hopes that you will notice me
but
nothing....
feeling like a child
in a
candy
store
awaiting a glorious
sweetness
with all the hopes that
if
I am patient
and a good little girl
i will be rewarded
by your
promise of
cinneman hearts
but nothing
ever comes of this
wishful thinking
naiive
feeling your scorn
like licorice whips
salivating
i grasp for your Red Lips
and you do nothing
those chocolate eyes do watch me
and i beg
for something more
other than the promises
they fill up the jelly bean jar
too many to guess
in your game
cotton candy
fluff
with no substance
sugary tripe
i wonder if you will ever know
the bubble gum has become too exhuasting to blow
"The Flow"
I walked into the Ocean today
the Wind was wild whipping up the waves
like lemonade white horses riding into shore
I tread water, the Aquamarine was a washing machine
While someone else’s kids raced by me out to the break
the wind bit my face, I submerged myself then resurfaced
I became sad when I thought about the Fraz
I swam out to the deep I was very brave
forgot about monsters with sharp teeth
dreamt they were all fast asleep
bellies full of other dreamers
Sharp Teeth were nowhere near my feet,
They were lying supine snoring at the bottom of the deep
Balmoral was a breeze I was free
feeling guilty it was me in your sea
I floated on my back and just went with the flow
had a little cry, the Ocean took all that salt in
there was nowhere better for it to go
the Sun burnt me up 3rd degree inside real slow
The Seagulls circled above grinning
Yellow crested cockatoos in the big Moreton Bay Fig
like tiny pterodactyls screaming, water crystal clear
angel fish, puffers and blue bottles spinning always near
One can only love
One can never save
But there is the grace of forgiving
I walked into the ocean today
I thought about being brave
Thought about visiting
the Mermaid’s Cave
another day another night
Finding starfish hiding under treasure rocks
Find Silverfin and take his fin
Fairy Bower and swim in your Fair Light
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)"HOME"
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is HOME."
https://youtu.be/cbnS-1ZQPD0
https://youtu.be/lf_b_OCKL6I
https://youtu.be/b6d3ghgZuMI
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou
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Silverfin
https://youtu.be/eai_6DXKXtA
Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with memories…
Pretty paper and happy ribbons,
Waiting beneath a tree,
Bustle of hearts, merrily laughing,
Devouring meals from hands
Who sliced and kneaded, baking…
Some of the tastiest cuisines.
Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with whispers…
From hearts who believe,
They’ve been given the greatest blessings,
Gentle lights, falling softly,
Surrounding hearts with beauty and peace,
Dancing in the candle’s flame…
Warmth that erases winter’s chill.
Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with a generous spirit,
One who sees through the greed,
Into the breathless hues of joyful dreams,
Soothing sounds of contented hearts,
Quiet kiss of a frosty moment,
When the miracle, the wonder…
Of Christmas settles into my soul.
Every year, just after Christmas,
I’m left with a serenity, a feeling,
Flowing through my veins,
In calming colors of grace,
Reassuring me that, because of Him,
This Jesus, who saved me from doom,
There is a promise,
Guaranteeing there is room…
In heaven, with Him – Christ, who knew…
Before I was born,
I would know Him as Lord
And, I’d give Him my heart…
Proof that love has come to us,
Those who believe,
Those who receive… the miracle,
Jesus, God’s Son – the blessing…
That blessed the whole world!
Every year, just after Christmas,
I am reminded that He is here,
Living in my heart,
Giving with love that declares…
With Him, His love, His light,
I can know that the meaning of Christmas…
And, the meaning of life itself,
Is alive and well, and no one can sell…
This love He gave me when He forgave me,
The miracle of a love that saved me!
As God spark, His vital essence
Born in the domain of love and light
Vibrant and blissful in self-luminescence
Ineffable and boundless was our soul’s delight
That we be as He, we were bestowed free will
Signalling our empowerment to co-create
That reflecting divine light, all voids fill
So it was till heart began to agitate
Drifting away from God’s script
Heart’s desire chose its own course
Separation from source, set soul adrift
Dwelling in delusion, until choosing remorse
Feeling separate from source, our delusion
For no sooner we lay to rest ego desire
Soul forges with God’s light, fusion
We be to become bliss, all afire
27-November-2021
*A painting of Mt. Chocorua in New Hampshire. I don't know why it is blurry, when uploaded....
The comfort of mountains, peaceful water at twilight
Brings resolution to the end of the day
The clouds pile up and have their final say
Powerful language in sky before night
Calm water welcomes the messages sent
The glimmer of sun says goodbye for now
Nature has a way of speaking somehow
As we listen, cherishing time spent
Our feelings can be altered, just by sight
Watching the colorful changes take place
Once it is dark, they’ll be without a trace
Until we wake in the face of daylight
This creation of movement and stillness too
Sounds breaking quietness can lead the way
There are so many scenes within a day
To bring the gift of smiles when feeling blue
Heidi Sands
6/5/21
In this tiny corner of random order, where life weaves its thin thread,
There exists a vast universe of chaos, a sea of darkness and mystery that surrounds us,
All people feel that chaos, a silent presence that shadows the edge of consciousness,
But some hide from it, building invisible walls and refusing to look at it.
These are the insiders, those who live in the illusion of eternal and calm order,
But the outsider is the one who has looked at the chaos and understood that it is the truth,
He steps boldly to the edge of the abyss, feeling the cold wind of infinity,
And knows that order is a fragile dream, floating on the endless ocean of chaos.
In every star that shines above the night, the outsider sees not just light,
He feels the pulse of the universe, an eternal dance of creation and destruction that envelops him,
And, with every breath, he accepts that life is a fleeting moment, a glimmer in silence,
Its beauty lies in its transience, in the courage to exist amidst chaos.
Thus, the outsider becomes a traveler through the endless labyrinth of uncertainty,
Embracing the unknown, finding freedom in not knowing, in relentless exploration,
He is the rebellious soul who dances on the edge of order and eternal chaos,
An explorer of meaning, a seeker of truth hidden beneath the veil of appearances.
Internal Quote by Albert Einstein
On the eve of the invasion, the world braced for an upheaval.
Two ancient foes were poised for war, a war between Good and Evil.
For things are deathly dark and unsavory when Satan's soldiers ride,
and only acts of heroic bravery can help Good turn the tide.
So we watched with pessimistic dread as soldiers circled ‘round Kharkiv.
We feared so many would soon be dead, we feared what’s up Satan’s sleeve.
In numbers seeming infinite, his warring hordes were drawing near,
when we watched a young Ukrainian boy, a boy who showed no fear.
He would play on a grand piano, he would play a soulful song,
he would play sweet chords of calmness in the face of the warring throng.
He would play with skill and feeling, he would play with a touch of class;
while the rest of the world was reeling, he was kicking Putin’s ass.
Electric chills spilled down my spine and there was nary a dry eye,
while we watched and prayed he played unafraid of missiles from the sky.
Will he live to see tomorrow? And what about his family?
Will we learn their fate with sorrow? And can we cure insanity?
For nowhere in this universe could crimes of cold cupidity
be justified and understood but for human stupidity.
And I'm not sure who will win the war, if wars can be won or lost --
the one thing I am sure about in the universe is the cost.
For the cost of freedom is bloody steep, the consequences grave,
if we fail to battle bullies, and if we won’t stand with the brave.
And while we watched him on our big-screens, this boy’s bravery was clear;
just don’t think for a single second “it could never happen here.”
(woman)"Just cause I didn't smile at you
Just cause I didn't wave
I'll not wear feelings on my sleeve
That's no way to behave.
But it could be, that I like you
Maybe like you quite a lot
You won't know because you've given up
My heart is tied in knots.
I'll tell you what you need to do
Come over to my house
Knock on the door, 'no violins'
You're a fiddler, not a Strauss.
And if I do not answer
It's because I'm mad at you
You've made me lose my temper
Something I swore not to do.
Now listen up, tomorrow
Come back and try again
Knock, cordially, about three times
But I won't let you in.
That's when you firmly clear your throat
And in your sternest voice
Demand I open up the door
Don't give me any choice.
I'm feeling pretty flustered now
Still we've got to iron this out
Okay, now where did I leave off?"
(man)' I guess I'm in the house.'
"Oh yes, that's right, I've let you in
Don't act surprised to see
My hair is done, my face made up
The hem above my knee.
Pretend there's nothing baking
Though the smell does captivate
Fresh rolls; a well dressed fatted duck
And cause it's getting late
You may as well attempt
To hold my hand, but no
Those puckered lips you'll tuck right in
Or out the house you'll go.
Some other would be wooers
I've kicked right out the door
T'was one or two, no there were three
Pray don't be number four.
I've planned this well and all is set
We've made it up the hill
Now ask the fated question 'Sir'
((man) ' Will you...'
"Of couse, I will."
RETA PRUITT
September 4, 2016
In a dream I saw myself in a bright room, sitting and writing down a poem
The experience was temporary; I soon returned to a normal frame of mind
I felt another presence besides myself, suddenly I was awoken by a loud hum
As I search in my head what was it I said, and wondering what I might find
I was sure about this vision I had, the humming noise? An oscillating dry fan
Feeling outside normal perception of space and time for a cold spell
I was the transient, the other conscious in a dream that seemed had no plan
In a waking state of consciousness still my soul is clouded, and here I dwell
No recollection or recognizing my true nature or of my ignorance
Unaccepting this illusion of life instead of its reality, certain that I must
not condemn me to suffering and deadly defiance,
I attempt to escape the life cycle of the universe, in this I trust
A life of austerity, devote myself to seeking knowledge
Unattach myself to any possession which result in greed
Achieving liberation by spirituality this I pledge
and eventually achieve a liberated state, indeed
I will not incriminate myself but become a good friend, a giver
And not search for another roadway another dead end
Time lapses, searching ends where the narrow road runs into a river
Flowing as one with a body of water, an experience to transcend
And if the microorganisms might be killed in every breath I’ve taken
by the immune system, discipline will be my task
When they call me lunatic when no finds of a scientific explanation
I’ll show that it is wise to keep and wear the surgical mask
The fundamental aim to perfect our soul essential, it took eons to rise above
Speak the truth if it is pleasant or remain silent if the truth is painfully lumen
All has a living soul in them, and all should be treated with respect and love
This can seem like a dream, and in my dreams, I am only human