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Life and time and lessons learned
In hopes with heed, I don’t get burned
How things do change as I have grown
In contemplating all I’ve known
When memories on jukebox play
I think about a carefree day
Where worries wore a different face
The consequence of youthful grace
A song of love that I once knew
Designer jeans with knees worn through
No thoughts of losing those I love
Just thoughts of what I’m dreaming of
A song to dance the night til dawn
Without the slightest urge to yawn
No thoughts of fear for what’s ahead
Just thoughts of what to wear instead
Why should the music ever end
While someone has an ear to bend
It lives, it streams, it changes form
And yet with feeling, no less warm
Perhaps that is the lesson learned
The one that time has really earned
A life, like music, always plays
It’s just, we hear it different ways
No need to fear, no tears to lose
No worries for a path to chose
What once was me will always be
My spirit lives, it lives age free
A common thread in humanities fabric,
Sees knowledge as power that one obtains.
Even our science hints to this information,
As what is transferred along quantum cosmic lanes.
This data is constantly flowing, in a
Sea so vast that no shoreline is seen.
Although a rhythm is found among cycles,
And our thirst tries to collect in a canteen.
Just as most resources possess value,
The lessons learned aren't universal or absolute.
Since the harvesting stretches beyond boundaries,
And the farm worker's only choose the best fruit.
What this insures is an abundant yield,
That will last throughout time and space.
With the hope it will find needed wisdom,
Where mankind survives...content in its place.
Herded into a small city sector like sardines into a tin can;
Encased by constructing surrounding walls so they cannot get out again;
Imprisoned in their home country for the crime of being Jew;
The history of the Warsaw ghetto is tragic, but it’s true.
A pandemic of hatred for people who share a common creed
Requires vitriol fed to the masses for it to multiply and breed;
You would have thought lessons learned from a history that is not so far behind
Would make it impossible for this virus, enough hosts for it to find.
Yet, in this country we think superior to all other countries in the world
The illness has returned; fed by political banter it now builds;
History forgotten repeats itself, the wise men often say;
I had hoped I’d never live to see another pandemic like this in my day.
Snow covered trees line the highway with white
I drive while seeking, yet another new sight
Things in life come with a high price to pay
I tell myself often, I will find my way
A flock of birds fly in gray sky with freedom flapping wings
They know where they're going, any outcome, each one sings
I often find myself on a slippery slope
I seek out my muse, ways with words to cope
Imagine falling like an angel in the snow...
There are those special things in childhood, we'll always know
How to make that angel, be that angel, on a cold winter day
Memories are retained of lessons learned during play
I keep driving, passing the trees that make me think
on a highway full of thoughts with every blink
There is a span of things I know and many miles to travel
Just to know what I can let go of or otherwise unravel
I'll try to spread my arms like the angel in soft snow
Wrap my beliefs so they don't melt, holding onto what I know
Heidi Sands
12/11/24
(C)opyright
Many scars thru this journey
I'm just trying to be free
Many lessons learned poorly
Have shaped the worlds view of me
I have never claimed perfection
And my flaws are mine alone to bear
Many have disowned me
Many just don't care
I feel the burning in my soul
Some memories are a curse
Will I be judged by those who hate me
Or will it be Something worse
This heart no longer has the room
To house the wounds upon my soul
I'm left on my knees begging God
To come and make me whole
Forgiveness is a true healer
When on others you bestow
But you must also learn to forgive yourself
For the healing in your soul
Yo, check the wall! New calendar's up!
Crisp corners, dates so clean, what's up?
"New Year, New Beginning!" the cards all scream,
Same old story, same old tired dream.
But out HERE, where the city grinds,
Where the real world leaves the fairy tales behind,
A new beginning? Nah, that's a lie!
The story keeps rolling, till the day we die!
Like the train tracks, the elevated's roar,
The rhythm shifts, but it's the same track, for sure!
Those dreams you chased, that stalled and died?
They aren't GONE, they're just buried inside.
Like Leo, still sketching, year after year,
Building on lines, wiping away a tear.
No magic gift on January one,
Just the story unfolding, 'til the race is done!
And the stumbles? The slams? The words you regret?
Etched in your brain, you aren't forgotten yet!
Missed free throw? Blurted out a lie?
Lessons learned, beneath the city sky!
Aren't no clean slate, no magic erase,
Just a hard knock school, in this relentless place!
But this turning of the page, this isn't all bad,
A breath on the corner, before the road gets mad.
Look back at the traffic, the smooth, the near miss,
The folks who helped you, with a hand or a kiss.
Gratitude, A quiet thank you,
To the forces that shaped, the old and the new!
Then you scope the road ahead, the destination's there,
But you got a better map, you know the potholes to beware!
More muscle in your legs, a fire in your soul,
Picking up the pace, taking back control!
Forget the fairy tales, the pristine start's a joke,
Grab the chalk dust, the smudges, the smoke!
Draw a clearer picture, stronger and BOLD,
The story continues, till we're grey and old!
So keep your eyes open, kid, learn from the fight,
Keep moving forward, with all your damn might!
The world keeps turning, the story's never done,
So yell it out loud: THE STORY ROLLS ON!
When your life’s journey starts down its final hill,
and your suitcase of memories is heavily filled,
you will want those contents to be of things that you’ve done
and not of those journeys never begun.
Even memories of failing at things that you tried,
lessons learned at which you had cried,
beat wishes that you had done a lot more -
opportunities left at memory’s door.
You want memories of adventure and pushing the edge;
Memories of surprises to which you were led;
Memories of daring at new attempts to fly;
Memories of a stomach full of butterflies.
Memories can be made at any time, but when you have to sit down to rest,
memories made during life’s prime will be the memories that you like the best.
So, take the advice you hear this older man say;
Get off your butt and go make a memory today.
I'm sick of the criticism
It's like their is vandalism
On my heart and way I live
Because I just want to give
My children the best I can
With a loving gentle hand
To guide them through the roughest times
So they'll look back and always find
All the love inside my heart
Will be there and not depart
Years will never make it fade
Their life will always be made
From love, care, hugs and much more
It is from deep in my core
So when others speak about
They should already be out
With a job and their own life
It's like somebody took a knife
And stabbed me right through the back
I don't like to get attacked
From those who don't know the story
Of our life-- it brings me fury
That they judge my parent skills
Getting a big giant thrill
Knocking me down with their words
Not knowing how much it hurts
The words they are daily saying
Of the p8cture their portraying
Its far from the real truth
And a past that made me choose
Not to make my kids go through
Everything that made me blue
So I might not be as tough
Like other parents who are rough
Pushing their kids till they break
That is the one huge mistake
I would never put them through
Mind your business--don't intrude
Unless you know the REAL me
And why I treat my family
A little different than others
I am not trying to smother
And put out their flame of life
I'm just holding off the strife
From entering then to fast
Lessons learned from my sad past
Amidst the shadows of regret,
A soul adrift, and longing to forget,
With hope, relentless, in its cosmic dance,
Wished they had a second chance.
And the learner needs to repeat the lesson,
For growth blooms from a humble confession,
With a will to change destiny, they chart their way,
In the realm of chances, where dreams hold sway.
They seized the moments, once passed by,
With hands outstretched, reaching for the sky,
Embracing passions once left behind,
Unleashing dreams they longed to find.
With every stumble, they discovered grace,
A tapestry woven, pain interlaced,
For in the wounds, compassion grew,
Empathy bloomed, their heart anew.
For in second chances, hope finds its voice,
In redemption's embrace, hearts rejoice,
And as the learner repeats the lessons learned,
They find their purpose, their soul affirmed.
If You See Me Coming
Kevin Davis 2025
If you see me coming, don’t be alarmed—
I move with ease, no need for charm.
I only wish to brighten your day
With laughter, kindness, along the way.
Though time has passed, my mind still shines,
A trove of stories, wisdom, rhymes.
If you have something new to share,
Tell me—and I’ll hold it with care.
Now I speak of life’s winding road,
Lessons learned and love bestowed.
From youthful dreams to steady ground,
In every tale, something profound.
And if you’re not in the mood to talk,
I’ll simply smile and join your walk.
No harm, no hurt, no bitter trace—
Just understanding, time, and grace.
For age has strengthened heart and soul,
And softened every wound of old.
I choose love over fear each day,
And share my joy in my own way.
So know, whatever you choose to do,
I’ll hold respect and warmth for you.
For I give thanks for the life I weave,
And all the good in what I believe.