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You wake up one morning and suddenly you’re past your prime
You sit there and ask yourself, What happened to all the time?
What have I accomplished? What contributions have I made?
Have I made the world a better place before I finally fade?
Did I do enough for others, or did I only do for me?
Have I acted decent and moral before my soul goes free?
I’m not sure I like the answers I hear myself refrain,
And I know, much too late now, I can’t live my life again.
Do I still have enough time left to set the record straight?
Do I still have the courage to make the ending great?
Can I make the contributions I know I should have made?
Can I use these last few years to improve my final grade?
Well, the only way to achieve that is to start my journey now,
Forget about years wasted and do some good some how.
If I can make the world a better place for even one or two
Than I know I lived for a reason and didn’t just pass through.
An Artist’s World
Looking at the canvas
I cannot see the pure white of the fibers
What is there hidden in the plainness?
Others will never see what I see
If I could see anything at all
The paints sit still as beads of glass
The brushes look like grasses blowing in a prairie wind
Even the smell of the turpentine seems dry
This is the world of the artist
Barren and lifeless until a single moment comes
A moment of clarity only they can feel
A vision that becomes revealed in a flash
A word or musical lyric that becomes its own world
A painting is created
A world is born from the bleakness of reality
Mountains, valleys and storm clouds fill the same canvas
Birds fly through the unseen air
While flowers cover a grassy hillside
The blank white canvas is long gone
Replaced by a paradise of the artist’s creation
And the real world is given another picture of beauty
It was the night of our Independence
When the clock struck twelve
Flowers bloomed in every nook
Every corner looked unreal
Tiny butterflies flew about
In hope of joining the fete
The men and women of all ages
Stepped out in garments galore
When the world slept peacefully
We entered a new era
The beggars stood in heavenly lights
From crackers bursting forth
Birds changed their sad songs
Singing of new and enchanting lands
No idea of the future
No clear path seen ahead
But men and beast rejoiced
The gaining of freedom
As the Earth opened its vast arms
To let entrapped soul fly
It was a vision of a miracle
On that fifteenth night of August
When the world slept peacefully
Category- Surreal, when the fact of the Independence of India is mixed with the
imaginations of the poet.
The song of the soul is not jazz
Lowliness crumbles beneath the bruised conscience
Its a new day but the world is still the same
Pajamas can create a riot when they are not washed
Dirt and disorderliness of the furniture can be really peaceful
But who would know that?
The unexplained-ness of the haywire life
one leads teaches the weary soul of the need
Of noise, more than harmony
Its like the unraveling of obscurity
When the whole world doesn't understand you,
You feel victorious
The destructive novelty blended with the
Stupendous childishness of ideas
Alienate...
Increasing the loneliness but helps in shaping up the mind:
Its like a strangler
Choking is pleasure when in an adventurous mood
And the zeal in discovering whats beyond logic
Puts imagination before facts
Yes, I'm dying
This time
I like it more than ever.
The sun crosses the dividing line
Stars begin to peek out from their hiding places
The blue skies begin to turn
Dark azure clouds drift past a golden sky
An amber world lives for a brief moment
Then it fades as did the light before
Birds fall silent as they flock to the pleasure of sleep
The waves which crashed all day
Smoothing into a sheet of glass without a ripple
The stars make the trek they have made for a billion years
Without a sound
All is silent, all is peaceful
This world sleeps as the sun graces other lands
The only sound is the voice of God giving His blessings
To a sleeping world of His creation
The glamorous uniform looked sharp in the posters about town.
Recruiters convinced the lad to join the Marines of great renown!
Reveille called, sergeants screamed, another tortuous day had begun!
He cried, "Lord, have mercy on me! What in the world have I done!"
The giddy lad proposed marriage to his beautiful young miss.
She happily concurred and he looked forward to years of bliss!
Now he has a common scold for a wife and a paucity of fun.
He lamented, "Lord, have mercy! What in the world have I done!"
The president-elect anticipated the perks and leading the nation,
And the dream of his dubious promises sailing through legislation.
He inherited unemployment, recession, wars and things left undone.
He puzzled, "Lord, have mercy! What in the world have I done!"
Assailed on all sides by savages and with things looking grim,
The impetuous Custer found himself hanging on to a sagging limb!
His last words might have been upon nearing life's setting sun:
"Oh, Lord! Have mercy on me! What in the world have I done!"
When we near the end of life's treacherous and rocky trail,
And are about to enter eternity through that mysterious veil,
We are apt to reflect on things we've done or left undone,
By pleading, "Oh, Lord have Mercy! What MIGHT I have done?"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Stop the world,things move too fast
While trying to make the good things last
Precious moments they slip on by
Please slow it down
I try I try
Just for a moment
Let the world stay the same
I am tired of this rat race game
I just want time to think and breathe
Inhale exhale
Then relieve
The world is in a hurried rush
We lose ourselves
Fall out of touch
The simple things have come and gone
Just for a moment, from this moment on
Just for a lifetime
How long will that be
It isn’t up to you or me
So take each as if it were the last
And slow it down
Don’t move too fast
As we walk this road together
Around each winding turn
I will hold your hand forever
For the eternity that I yearn
Just for a moment
When your heart is in my hands
A loving smile remembers
This loving soul understands
Shut your doors and lock them all
Close your blinds, block out the light
Cast yourself into darkness
Hide from the light of truth
Sit down, relax, let the sounds of your world crumbling
Echo through the vastness
Music to your ears
Dust swirls across shafts of brightness,
Seeping through the blinds
Would you care for a drink?
Tears in a cup of tinted glass
Quite the delicacy
The earth starts to groan
Convulsions
The tattered wooden walls crack
Slowly exposing the outside
The world beyond your walls
Comfortable?
Is there anything else your heart desires?
Roof tiles and bent nails fall on the hard ground just outside
Casting flickering shadows as they plummet past the windows
Glass now shattered, blinds torn
Close your eyes, let your heart slow its pace
Breathe in deep… slow…
Beams buckle and walls crumble
Light floods in
Cold
Dry air
All is laid to waste
Amidst the ruins, in a vast expanse
Of hard-packed dirt
Not a stone in sight
Only emptiness
Under a graying sky and a waning sun
Your check,
That'll be two hearts plus tax
Have a nice day
I watch the world go by
People rushing here and there
All looking the same
Drinking the same coffee
Reading the same news from the same papers
Going everywhere and going nowhere
Lost in their own world
Only hearing what they want to hear
Seeing what they are told to see
Their minds are long lost
Never having a creative thought
Imagination died in childhood
They live in a world of suits and rules
Meetings and million dollar deals
Concerned only with making money
They don’t see the beauty of a rainbow
They ignore the music of a hummingbird’s wings
They don’t look up to see the clouds, the stars or the northern lights
Nor do they smell the sweetness of a new baby’s breath
They live in a world of their own making
Never knowing the reality around them
They don’t know what they are missing
And sadly they never will
Form:
This world of emotions, is where we all really live
a place where we take, a place where we give
our experiences differ, due to the preconceptions we hold
only with a discerning heart, would we feel it unfold
Trials and tribulations, most of our days will we see
if we expect to learn and grow, this will have to be
what is our life worth living, could we ever be free
staying trapped in our emotions, unable to agree
To perceive one's true enemy, is not such a big feat
no need for anything special, you don't need to be elite
just a desire for your honesty, and introspection to meet
a realization that without this, you will never be complete
Break down the walls of your heart, to see what's there
another human being like you, yes, maybe your peer
only bias and negativity, has this world made you immune
you failing to recognize, your obligation to commune
Whether black or white, gentile or jew
unity binding our souls, where are those few?
strife and dissension, this confusion does accrue
to a point of tragedy, which always seems to renew
Yet, we all hold this power, this divine power to achieve
but will you choose to change, or forever remain naive
enemy number one, if by now you cannot perceive
with your own ignorance of mind, do you deceive