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Tree Roots and the Light
The tall Tree was Flying, its leaves high in the sky,
Trying to go beyond the flying kites, towards the light,
Its roots were trying to penetrate the soil,
Heading in the deep darkness, it kept moving without a shine.
Higher its branches touched the Crown of mirth,
Touching the lofty heights of light and the sky,
Its leaves and branches were flying and dancing,
In the joy of touching Light and those untouched, heights.
Some where, not far beyond the skies, lives dearest of our heart and soul,
I saw the Tree kept moving towards that One, it always adored,
While its beloved roots too, were silently busy in supporting,
Without which, the Tree can never even stand to touch the lofty scores.
I thought and wondered, which one contributes more,
In touching the limitless, lofty heights and the glow of the sky,
The stem, which is blessed to touch the sky, or the roots that resembles,
A true beloved without which, the stem even can not stand for a while.
The Tall tree was standing before me, unfolding its love towards the Sky,
With a high and prideful head in the sky, the tree was heading towards the glow,
Far away from its beloved roots, to feel the serene touch in the limitless sky,
Going a little closer to that Glow, which we adore and love and call Almighty.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22 08 2010
I want a love
that comes once in a lifetime
filled with sleepless nights
and for all the no reason fights
I want warm whispers underneath an ever billowing blanket
where I hunger for his touch
and he is only awaiting me
Passion overwhelming all of our senses
intoxicating
Legs caught up in a tango
the rythym shared bewteen
beautiful
heart pounding
echooing all the way down into my gut
breathless and head still spinning
I feel as If i am one with the universe
and you
straight to the stars where the warmth of the sun is almost blinding
I want to feel
My heart ripping
in two when you leave my side
blood dripping
all over the floor
Screaming into pillows
lips burnt from the salty concentration of my wet tears
grit my teeth and close my eye
gripping the blankets for something to hold on to
comfort
I let only the darkness enfold its arms around me
Tossing and turning and choking on stale air
Sweating bullets
Feverous
I welcome the pain
its something I can bear
I want a love, and I want it so badly
I want a love that makes me
act the fool
Insanity
Just plain happy
When you return
I want to feel my heart jump into throat
Speechless
arms and legs shaking
like a leaf in a windstorm
So happy
my heart's going a 1000 beats per minute
hold me close
and you will feel the amplitude to it
I want breathless moments
where you kiss me
and rejuvenate
all the life once more in me
killing all the sadness and loneliness
that has accumulated my system for months
where I am cured
I yearn for you
I want to glow
Lighting up the dingy airport
like a lost ship it will help you to find me
I want to make your face tingle
with hummingbird kisses
Jumping into your arms
kissing you so hard your eyes pop out
do you welcome this dream?
I wonder
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Form:
It was far later than dawn
Even past those pastel morns
Sun being up and light bright
Reveal all__no shadows__
The roosters had crowed before
Now were almost silent__still
Birds had quieted__just rare chirp
In distance__ machinery noise
As I got comfortable
Noticed herbs looked wilted__ drooped
Checked to see if dry but not
They are__ totally potbound
Life__how many people are
Stuck__complacent__not growing
Soon will die from starvation
Just live a boring__stuck life
Just one change__out of the rut
Going a different route___walk
Take a camera along
One change__life becomes new__ grand
(Hook)
You're missing out(missing out)
Like a ball you pitching out
Missing all the most precious times
Going through the most hectic times
In my life im moving forward
Not going a step behind
No need for excuses for what you didn't do
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
(Verse 1)
Every time i looked up
You were never there
Unlike time, i didn't have alot to spare (spare)
Ive had some trying times and
Some were great
At times i felt like i had enough on my plate
Is it to late
Can i begin with
Can i start
Before i finish
Or be replenished
I don't know
If i were to get away
Tell me where would i go(go)
(Chorus)
Where has the time gone
In my life
Felt alone (so alone)
My good outweighed my wrong
Thats why i have to remain strong(so strong)
When you weren't there
I felt no one cared
Got to let it go
To succeed i have to grow
Let the past be the past
Get it straight
Practice more to appreciate
On those days when i dont have a clue
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
(Verse 2)
Flipping through my life i see the pages
They are not worn out
Just going through the stages
The stages of becoming a woman
This is my life
I got to own it
Do what i got to do
Regardless of the situation
I got to stay true
Stay true to myself
Stressing in this world not good for your health (your health)
Try to look around
Im no longer lost im found(found)
(Chorus)
Where has the time gone
In my life
Felt alone (so alone)
My good outweighed my wrong
Thats why i have to remain strong(so strong)
When you weren't there
I felt no one cared
Got to let it go
To succeed i have to grow
Let the past be the past
Get it straight
Practice more to appreciate
On those days when i dont have a clue
I cant keep dwelling on where were you
Repeat until chorus fades
Written By: Concetta Hardnett
4/14/15
Today I remembered
that I have a glass chin,
Its kind of funny
Your memory has no
specific time to bring things
to your attention.
For those of you who don’t know,
A glass chin or glass jaw
is a boxing term
for people who are
knocked out easily
when struck on the chin or jaw.
Back when I was in the Army,
and had been sent to Turkey
on a hardship tour.
On our off duty time
there’s not much to do.
So, along with reading books
I had been taking
a Kung fu class
in an outdoor gym.
We were having
practice matches in class.
Going a few rounds with each other,
I was number three in our class,
fighting with number two.
And I was a little over confident,
I just knew I was better
than my opponent.
We were moving around,
blocking each other’s blows.
I thought I was making him look bad.
Until he planted one
right on my chin,
it put my lights out.
And I collapsed like
a house of cards.
When I came too,
I was on the ground looking up,
My teacher and my class mates
were trying to get me back up
on my feet.
I learned that I have
a glass chin,
and to not be
Over confident.
I got my answer today
'cause I waited so long
I guess I had written off
I don't feel a thing
Not excitement
Kind of nonchalant, whatever
It didn't do a thing for me
Why did You wait so long, God?
I don't even know that's what I want any more
I guess you can have it God
'cause I am not too sure that I want it
Can I tell You "go and shove it"
'cause my life is going a different direction now
can't wait for You forever
But I am afraid You are going to make me do it
God why do You always get your way?
Why do You do things when and how You feel like it?
Why do You always have to have Your say?
Why do You make people wait?
Do You take pleasure in doing that?
I think I am going overboard in asking that
But God - someone has to say it
Well I think You are late!
A November afternoon
It will be a memory, an image of life, just a capture of the living life
This afternoon the only one, the life of the immortal memory’s life
No more this time, sun remembers times, the window is sun-white
Now going a bit far, the cloud is light blue-grey-like, coming back to life
Always, but just staying a far away, leaves of autumn true are at this time
Need love, this life is so hard, I need yours closer to mine get be the life
Walk, walk in a way. Walk in my passed way. Lost afternoon. Passed day time
Passed month, passed life and desire, forgotten life, November afternoon’s time
Memories
Setting sun
November
Beautiful life
In but a few notes in the seventies, I recognized The Beach Boys
Little Ole Lady from Pasadena inspired me to push petal to the metal.
I had never wanted to be in California, and now I wanted to live there.
Thanks to Surfer Girl, Good Vibrations, Kokomo, Wouldn’t it be Nice?
I am singing along, with my windows down, my hair flying in the wind.
These boys keep the happy beat coming, incorporating a bit of jazz
California Dreamin, Surfin Safari, Dance, Dance, Dance.
I am surprised to notice I am going a hundred miles an hour now.
Brian, Dennis, Carl, Mike and Al should be paying for my speeding tickets
I still drive ninety miles an hour to Little Ole Lady from Pasadena.
As a good gardener would do,
she had to evaluate the quality of her trees plants and fruit,
She saw that some were rotten; they had spoiled at the root.
Unforgivness and resentment suffocated her delicate tree,
It was time to prune the essences of it in its entirety,
Finding the initial cause was how she would now prepare,
Going a little deeper into the earth that had many layers.
From the time this tree was a seed,
It had glitches, cracks and lived amongst weeds,
Perhaps damaged from the packaging
Or banged up through the sifting
Causing some deformities and in need of some spiritual lifting.
Resenting the other trees,
For they were far more stunning than thee,
This garden had suffered through many damaging storms,
Causing animosity that took on different shapes and forms,
sometimes her fruit seemed a bit bitter and irate
Forgiveness was the only cure to transform this ugly hate.
Sniping away at what was easy for her eyes to see,
Then changing the soil all together to make it once again healthy
For in a season or two, what all this work would do
Would allow this trees fruit to look and be brand new.
By: sabina Nicole
Contest: secondhand emotion
Written: 1-14-12
Six months from now and it's curtains for me
I'll crash through the barrier of 88
I'll officially be old and crotchety and senile
Pablum after my morning pee
Oh for the days had no trouble getting dressed
Now I forget my darn Jockeys
Don't wanna share this bod with anyone else
Everything's become kinda floppy
Once had tight abs... now who am I kidding
The tightest my abs get now
Is when I try bending down to tie up my laces
At times feel like a pregnant cow
I grunt and strain and been known to curse
Saying bad things like, “holy heck"
Can remember those real naughty old phrases
Like “go to blazes” or “pain in the neck”
Guess six months won't make a hugh difference
I'm pretty well ready for the pasture
One thing I've noticed since reaching “maturity”
Time seems to be going a lot faster
So here's some advice for all you young'uns
Enjoy life while you still can
Before you know it, the darn jig will be up
And you'll just be an also ran