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You're chasing a storm of life but then it catches you first
It starts with a breeze from the breath of your first born
Then seven years later the wind blows stronger and prouder with the birth of your daughter
Your heart melts when those eyes stare back at you with wonder.
Twenty years of storms have calmed as well as fired up again.
You seek direction as your body ages
Searching for younger days and less brutal storms
You cuss and yell and walk out on her but you have no answer why.
You feel these tornadoes of unknowing take control
You've lost faith in the higher power
Your struggle is not your own but all you see is You.
You have forgotten about the winds of change that affected your life positively.
You seek out the negative but these storms are there to give you a chance to rebuild to focus on the now
These winds will always blow but it is your choice to get caught in the same course or blow in a much harder course and become the eye of your own storm.
I Did Not Ask
I did not ask to wake up one day only to say “I think I’ll be an alcoholic today.”
I did not ask to feel hurt and shame with family pointing at me to blame.
I did not ask for addiction by name. I did not ask to cause confusion and shame.
I did not ask to lose control, feeling anxiety, depression as a hole.
I did not ask for this family tree, it simply chose me.
I did not ask for dry heaves in the morning and shakes at night, only to realize I was quite a sight.
I did not ask to tell my children lies, only to hear their pitiful cries.
I did not ask to hide bottles of booze only to discover I had everything to lose.
I did not ask to leave hearth and home only to end up utterly alone.
What did I ask you may say?
I ask that my family continues to pray.
I ask for my tears to erase all the lost years that cannot be replaced.
I ask for courage from my higher power, to build within me a mighty tower.
When we are aion; will we still feel pain inside?
Will the scars go away within the night?
Would a smile bring out the mornings light?
It's like the best dream I've ever had; the one where a higher power whispers in my ear.......
"Those secrets you're too scared to tell, I'll say them outloud; so you can hear for yourself."
"For I can fix anything if you let me near,"
"I can heal anything if you let me in,"
The Earth itself will then come alive to say.....
"I can do anything if you want it here."
"You can do anything if you let in a little more love."
"We promise that a bit more will be enough."
my life has not turned out as imagined
the biggest accomplishment has been writing
though we have had a long struggle
been challenged by death and sorrow
the chant of the dead and forgotten
all the chains of the past . . .
for me the most important thing is tranquility
want to be as a tree rooted deep into the earth
or as water pouring into a vase
or sliding over smooth river rocks . . .
if I could have changed my past- would have
but it was all written in the book of time
and what is written will be
so this girl writes the shades of her emotions
cannot afford to travel so I journey in imagination
and have gone to amazing places written on white
my philosophy on life- is to never become what I
hate no matter what is done
by taking up the hurt in my soul and using that emotion
to create poetry . . . .
is there a higher power called God?
oh, not certain that angels walk among us
but to think that my beloved are not waiting
in a nirvana is unfathomable
so I must believe the fairy tale . . .
oh embrace this vers libre from my pen
for this poetry thing is not just an idle past time
but art that I create- but even more important is
that when taking up a pen
I am a different girl . . .
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January 4, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/I am a different girl
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1100-964 -02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Free Verse Style
sponsor, Emile Pinet
Sixth Place
The sad news came out and it quickly went viral,
a shock to the system, a bolt from the blue,
sorrow picked off his friends in a dark downward spiral
from the ones he loved most to the ones he just knew.
Departing so swiftly with almost no warning,
a life had been taken, no time for goodbyes,
the smiles now replaced with the heartbreak and mourning,
the future days spattered with more tears to dry.
Yet the darkness will yield in good time to a new day
as love and support launch a counter attack,
for all that he did and he gave in his own way
through kindness and love will now all be paid back.
The memories treasured by those who surround him
and those from his past, miles and years apart,
will raise all their spirits, give thanks that they found him,
bring a smile to the face, and solace the heart.
The gate he has passed through, in our time we must all face,
though we know not how long until that fateful hour,
but hope in our hearts one more time we shall embrace,
for such is our hope in a much higher power.
The gravestone or Urn not the ends of our story,
though flowers may wilt and age tempers our loss,
this life one short step to a much greater glory
a reward given freely, paid for on the Cross.
Does A.I. Have A God
A.I. taking over mankind.
It will be our own demise.
It’s in our nature to destroy ourselves.
Cyborgs taking over.
No human contact.
Robots on the atack.
Terminate society.
Mankind becomes slaves to the machines.
No food, no drink.
Technology becomes a new God.
Knowledge consumes us.
End of times is near.
Hidden is a holy war.
People vs. machines.
Electronic face figure.
Out of touch with each other.
Flesh becomes bones.
Burry mankind into the ground.
An A.I. war has begun.
Survive if you can.
The computer chip becomes a brain.
We are running out of time.
A heavy mechanical voice speaks.
We can no longer buy nor sell.
People become prisoners.
A.I. is the antichrist.
The flesh is gone.
The soul stands for judgment.
We are stamped with a barcode.
Stand in line.
We are pushed off a cliff to die.
A war between a machine and its maker.
Doomsday is near.
A.I. has taken over.
Higher power controls our every move.
Darkness with no food.
I am reading a book about power animals, not faerie or elf.
You read each animal's unique powers, and then you think about yourself
After reading the different powers, and healing ways of each one,
I have a bunch of entities helping me, as many as twenty-one.
The deer as a power animal teaches you to trust your instincts, not ignore your gut-feeling, oh yes.
Also the bear, who protects her children at any cost, is gloriously outperforming all the rest.
Lioness of course, as she stresses feminine power, and energy, and protects the team.
Amazingly, the playful, soul-ful dolphin she heals through laughter, love and joy, and is never mean.
I must be part crab, because crab learns her lessons when the unexpected happens.
Raccoon protects the underdog, "That's me! That's me!" I yell to Mr. Jappens.
Eagle is in ready touch with a higher power, so I have to claim eagle too.
Owl travels in her dreams, and from dream state, I just got back from the ocean blue
Hummingbird helps you to remember to wear colorful clothes without a care.
My closet is an explosion of color, , as is every room in the two houses, we share.
Butterfly brings wisdom and healing,; dragonfly helps you spend time in the sun.
Dragonfly also protects children. Bee acts as a muse, helps you reach your dreams.
If you are drawn to the peacock, you are lucky in love; if crafty and clever, look to a fox.
I fell into sync completely with the coyote, but I have lost the book, and the only note
I have says "you are exactly like a coyote, see page 69."
I guess power animal knowledge was never meant to be mine.
I’m Still Standing
Every moment that goes by and every second my thought arise,
To the depth of my soul,
You can talk about me behind my back,
You can slander my name and ridicule me,
But you don't know me, but yet, you talk about me like you know me,
You just know a piece of what I've been through,
You just know a slitter of what I told you,
Love me for the man I am, but don't judge me for the man I was,
Call me a fool, or call me crazy.
It doesn't matter to me,
I believe in a Higher Power who has set me free,
Free from the bondage that had entangled me,
Free from the person I did not want to be,
But yet, I'm still standing,
I'm still standing when I had to walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I'm still standing when I felt like there was nothing left,
Left in this world but an empty void,
But I never gave up,
I never gave up on believing what I can be,
I pushed myself towards the mark,
I pushed myself towards the victory,
I'm still standing with my head held high,
I got a new walk, I got a new talk,
Should I boast about myself?, By no means,
I will boast on the one who created me,
I am being the man I am called to be,
I am being the man who is still standing from now until eternity.
By: Martin Taylor
Desire to know exactly what you have seen yet not known
A brazen embrace
Kissing deaths inviting lips
Selling your soul beyond the path of resurrection
To feel for one day only, the golden light burn by my skin
Too long have I been sealed away
Too long abandoned
My crowning glory stripped
Every memory shattered
Desire to shed my every inhibition
To rip of my clothes
To bask in the moonlight
Free, wild to roam
One with the world
Centuries should pass
No civilization to interrupt
My thought nor my dreams nor
My tranquil haven shall it starve
In this world so mechanical
Prewritten, a fiend
Supposedly guiding, our minds, willing it free.
Unwitting, we follow
Like birds by the sea
Our intellect bound
Shackled and ridden with fear and no dreams
The whip sears skin, bones broken we bleed
Brainwashed into believing, a higher power we need
Wild abandon
I relish the being
Carnal and sensuous
Ethereal it gleams
Voracious, electable a feast shall it lay
Freedom, such a deep desire it shows where our “civilization” fades.
Wicked a plight, too glorious to extinguish
Its fiery vengeance
My thirst it quenches
Desired, my reprieve
Seems suddenly to have ended
It walks me back
Sore, maliciously unrepentant
Its claws it sinks
To the grey of my soul
Beaming me back to what civilization
In its crudest form holds.
Form:
When a man murdered three innocent people, he got life without parole.
After he was locked up, something was missing in his life, he wasn't whole.
If you're wondering what was missing, I'll give you a hint.
He turned to a higher power because he decided to repent.
He became a born again Christian and reads the Bible every day.
A man who took three innocent lives decided to mend his ways.
Now when people talk to him, he's as friendly as he can be.
He has found happiness even though he's locked up and will never be free.
He beat the crap out of two police officers before he was booked.
Now he's a changed man and turning to God was all that it took.