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She was a star at a young age, and this was her life
A life that appeared exciting, glamorous but full of strife
A talented actress and singer with a smile to delight
No one really knew her turmoil of being in the limelight
Her voice was another talented gift that surprised many
Her singing as Nashville’s Juliette could have won an Emmy
She was also marine life activist and did more than her part
As She dedicated her time fighting for their rights from her heart
She spoke of experiencing both sexual and domestic abuse
As this led her to experiment with substances and drug use
She seemed to struggle with mental health and depression too
On the outside, she appeared so strong, no one had a clue
Years later she admitted to her struggles and got clean
But her inner demons taunted her and her self-esteem
Neutrogena made her the cover girl of their campaign
Until her post-partum depression then removed with disdain
She had a wonderful daughter, a gift she brought into her life
But had many parenting struggles and was not ready to be a wife
Her career continued to grow and bloom and well as her struggles
She left this earth too young as she succumbed to her troubles
She will always be remembered for, beautiful smile, kind soul and heart
But it’s very sad that at thirty-six her life ended and she had to depart
I myself, more than society am I
A delusional world beyond belief struggle
Or obstacle of movement as a mountain
Controversy world torn between two souls
One heart's breathe to survive who we are
Kind soul that its anger rage so
Killer instinct the body feels excite
Even killer smiles behind face hidden
Lost being in ourselves a unseen truth
They kill the truth, sparing their tears
A society gone mad, controversy wars rein
Crying helplessly from darkness ruins
Destroy all that is good kings shout
Slave to man for their greed we feed
Only you be chosen, your innocent free
Convicted by words, right or wrong
In ourselves we fight in contamination
A poison of blood drips a fiercely change
Or just who we are, we are not same
The one I know before controversy hit
Who are we that cities..lives are devastated
People die, hunger, homeless; veterans forgotten
That even in ourselves we forget one
As world go extinct, nature barely existence
Controversy, no longer word but a problem
Must be a story of a shivering body, with so high a fever!
An agonizing pain, helpless soul, a daydreamer forever!
Let us talk... let us walk together with the common goal of peace
Although freedom of oppressed land is a myth of forgotten bliss.
Should I tell you about those toiling hands of a craftsman, a magical scene?
Though I know, art is intricate and misunderstood, perception seems obscene
Or, should I tell you about the tremendous tale of a boy, simple, brown tone?
Life, there, thriving in colors with all mystic shades, yet, a very unnoticed one.
Pleading to thee, through the silhouette of thy shadowy faith, in turmoil and pain
When will I see the immaculate beauty of that bright horizon, or, will I, ever again?
Omen of a disaster chills me to the bone. Why life so vague, so much out of scope?
Ruins of a shattered glory are everywhere. Yet, you aspire to hold the eternal hope?
If I carry a burden inside, would you be kind enough to terminate the painful load?
A dilemma in a critic's hand, be a rather kind soul to erase the suffering and discord.
My friend, a soothing ray of eyes, an exact cause to rise against all the odds, then and now
Let me wipe my tears, lost the reason to shed so much, let me reach the spirit to fight for thou.
Must be a story of a shivering body, with so high a fever!
An agonizing pain, helpless soul, a daydreamer forever!
Scattered stories of us, like distant islands lying on a vast ocean, in deep blue.
Poetic verses with unfathomable beauty wander there in mysticism, without a clue
You may portray a rare glimpse of an undivided sky, a mirage on a tranquil, blue lake
You may recall a long-forgotten heart for the wishful heartbeat. One, for the other's sake.
Patience, an utter nuisance in the palette, could be the only remedy for a stain
And, after all, life could be a stanza about a white lily, a rare gift through all pain!
That part of me belongs to someone else
You knew it all along as well
We have no pretense on the past
just how long our friendship will last
I am hoping it's more than a flirt
the gentleman cowboy does exert
A gentle kind soul is he
he is also devil may care and free
We met by chance on the internet
He told me which songs of his to listen too
I had never really heard him sing
His speaking voice stretched out and it rings
He has a poetic way about him in life
it's no surprise he embraces the poet life
He told me I have inspired him to pen
I look forward to what he writes about then
His inner soul we will get a peek
And maybe we will get in deep
That cowboy poet is a soulful man
I am thankful I answered the DM then
- The cowboy poet will write - Artimus (C) 10/28/2023 12:41AM Susan Manley
For you, you know who, Speak your heart
( it's actually a country song, I may try to set it to music. )
WITH MY FEET ON THE GROUND
With my feet on the ground,
I looked to the stars.
Darkness can steal away your soul.
Like a blood thirsty beast,
It sinks its teeth deep within your throat.
With my feet on the ground,
I looked to the stars.
There was an attempt, once again.
An attempt to steal my treasure chest of happiness
A happiness that I acquired and caressed.
With my feet on the ground
I looked to the stars.
There was a loud start of music.
As loud as thunderbolts, I could not hear.
Could not hear the unkind words of my kindred.
Darkness can steal away your soul.
But you see, my feet are on the ground.
A ground that keeps me from altering.
Unkindness from people, cannot alter my own.
I was taught compassion, I was taught forgiveness.
Thieves can rob you of your happiness.
But you see, with my feet on the ground.
A ground that keeps me from altering.
Thieves never succeed, an attempt cannot alter my happiness.
I was taught happiness from within, I was taught content.
Music can play, roar loud like thunderbolts.
But you see, with my feet soiled to the ground.
A ground that keeps me from altering.
Unkind words cannot trump a kind soul.
I was taught understanding, I was taught endurance.
My mum taught me to forgive, I have experienced a great deal of hurt in my life, by the people I care about the most. They seldom ask for forgiveness. I forgive anyway, it gets weary sometimes but I just forgive which always brings me more happiness. Happiness that I know I never want to compromise for anything in my life, nothing at all.
© Herzel Poshiwa :)
In twilight's early shadows, when summer has passed
A wandering lost soul whose heart has strayed
A soul adrift upon an autumn night
Longing for love's warmth and to bathe in a deeper ecstasy
Eyes once strong now weakened with age, blinded by tears
Longing to be free
In this autumnal time when some freedoms reign
How wonderful it would feel to be free from all earthly pain
Needing a connection and loving hands
A kind soul to guide through the rest of this troubled land
Just a few kind words and a gentle touch
Would help this autumn to heal a heart
Love a well-known awesome balm, would heal emotions, and
Chase those shadows which tear us apart
At summer's end when those dark, dark nights
Appear upon the scene chasing my sad heart
Let me find solace and a loving soul
Who understands summer is gone
Then winter will come, and we'll be alone
The passage will open to carry us back home
SHOPPING WITH HUBBY
It was our son’s Wedding, I had to look good,
My car in for servicing, sick under its hood,
So willingly and heartily hubby volunteered,
To take me to the mall, he came geared,
Two magazines, it didn’t matter how long I took!
Such a kind soul, I could never dream
My darling husband could still wear a beam,
After I’d dragged him, from shop to shop
And exhausted him till he wanted to drop,
What a saint, I had tested him to the extreme!
Of course we went to the best mall around,
Cost or price didn’t matter, eventually I found,
Exactly what I wanted, a little expensive I said,
Never mind love, walked to the cashier and paid,
I’m so pleased, now let’s be homeward bound!
I took his hand and we began to walk out,
Somehow he knew I was on a shopping bout,
We arrived at a shop which I knew rather well,
I was up to something, he could tell,
Darling I said, this outfit will suit you no doubt!
Face
two eyes
one nose
two nostrils
cheekbones
lips
so much more
it
Life
you
the hidden agendas
the truth
the lies
the beauty
the ugly
I found myself in a car that was in a ditch
a night of running towards something
wanting it to end and not wanting it to end
what woke me was cold so cold
I found paper towels and stuffed them in my clothes
i saw my face, my hair tangled, the tear streak face with black mascara mixed with eyeshadow.
You last night chased but let me go onto my destruction
at any moment the car could have flew over the cliff, I was so out of it, drunk no, on drugs no, it was my inner child mad as hell, she was lonely, sad, scared, she felt abandon once again. She was stuck in this body with this woman's body who had no idea what or where to go for help. Little Sally was mad as hell she had the wheel so she was going to take the car up to the 152 and drive as fast as hell, she would be in charge, she could let go of the wheel and end it once and for all, she pulled over or someone did and she knocked out. Woke up in a field, little sally no longer in charge she was tired.
Sally woke up to cold and she was hungry had to pee. Sally needed help and needs to get back to her moms where her two toddlers were. So she looks out and sees a barn. I need to call someone, but who? its not like i had a network of friends the only person was my mom. My mom would not be able to help or so I thought. What a mess, the car would need to be towed and fixed. I see a young man and approach him, he speaks little english but i speak little spanish. He offers to take me home no questions asked no judging just a kind soul who help me quietly. What is a name for this type of individual "an Angel"
You I call and you don't say much only just enough so that you can recover the car. end of story, no one mentions this episode again.
Not my Mom, Not my Husband. I'm alone to deal with my inner child/demon.
Face it you are alone....
"Hello there, forlorn old clock upon the antique store shelf!
I can't bear to leave you there reminiscing by yourself.
You'd sure look fine reposing upon the mantel in my house!
Let me fetch some bail to redeem you from my spouse!"
Now I usually don't converse with an inanimate object,
But I thought 'twould be interesting with the clock to reflect,
Upon his ancient genesis and from whence he came.
I'll call him Mister Smith since that was the maker's name.
"I see you were born in England", then, I let him take it from there.
"I think I was born in Piddlehinton but I cannot really swear.
I 'ave a pedigree you know! I graced the palace of a king,
Where I rang me chimes, kept the time and dutifully did me thing!"
"I fell from grace and to the colonies me way I did wend,
And fell in with a kind soul I thought I could befriend.
But me melodious Westminster chimes 'e couldn't abide.
'E said I kept 'is kids and dog awake, so 'e cast me aside!"
"So that's 'ow I ended up on this bleak shelf, you see.
'Til you came along" he sobbed, "no one wanted me!"
I could see he was all 'wound up' and so to ease his tension,
I bought him, oiled his wheels and adjusted his hanging suspension!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Who trusts me more than myself?
Who loves me more than myself?
No one, absolutely,no one amongst you all!
Except the one holding my life in his hands.
From far and near,he watches over me,
Whispering faithful love to my soul,
Revealing good hope in the time to come,
And so,I cling on to him.
He loves me more than I love myself;
And feels hurt whenever I hurt myself.
He keeps me safe and sound,
And has put a beautiful song in my heart.
What,to show my gratitude,can I do for him?
Life,dime; silver,gold; and all the unsaid;
They are as uncountable as the sands of the shore,
The wonderful doings of my maker!
I am told he desires a clean and respectful heart,
Repentant and kind soul,a spirit that cares;
He gives plenty for free; in fact, everything for free;
Yet,still,I'm not worthy to look him in the eyes.
I am told he hates sinners,and any bad thing is sin;
Stealing,lying,gossiping,idolatry,adultery; name them all.
So,I try to please him,as a child pleases the father
That he may bless me with life and not perishment.
At four,I didn't know how to talk to him,
I didn't know where he stayed except heaven,
But now, I know most of the things, so I pray,
And in prayer,I communicate with my God.
I pray for myself and for others,
Because out there,someone is praying for me;for you!
So,together,we share the blessings of prayer;
Remember! It's never late too late to join us,to talk to him.
Come,let us go before him,with humble souls,
To bow before him and worship him,
To tell it all to him; the burdens and success,
All that we need and desire, for he is all that we need!
Who,do you trust most around here?
Who do you love so dearly here?
I,love and have all my trust in my father and maker,
Think about this; Where,is your trust,hope and love?