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The Freedom of forty
Somewhere between the laugh lines
and the lessons,
I stopped asking permission
to be exactly who I am.
My hair might gray,
my knees might creak,
but my backbone?
It's never been stronger.
I don't chase approval anymore.
I don't shrink to fit rooms
I was never meant to stay in.
If you like me, wonderful.
If you don't... life goes on.
My peace became more valuable
than proving a point.
My home more important
than keeping everyone else comfortable.
My family, my sanity, my joy
those are the things
that finally made the top of the list.
By forty, I've learned
there are three kinds of women
who pass through your life.
The first teaches you loyalty
the friend who grows beside you,
sharing dreams, tears, and memories
that time can't erase.
The second teaches you heartbreak
the one who slowly becomes a stranger,
showing you that not every chapter
deserves another page.
And then comes the third.
The woman who arrives
when you've stopped pretending.
She loves the messy, healing version of you,
calls you out when you need it,
laughs until your stomach hurts,
and reminds you that chosen family
is still family have I found her maybe.
Forty isn't giving up.
It's giving up the need
to explain yourself.
It's wearing what you love,
speaking your truth,
protecting your peace,
and walking away
without guilt.
Because time has become precious.
And I've learned
I'd rather be disliked
for being real
than loved
for being someone I'm not.
So here's to forty.
To softer hearts,
stronger boundaries,
fewer apologies,
deeper friendships,
and the beautiful freedom...
of not giving a damn
what anyone else thinks.
Being me is a very lengthy story of hard times
I surely will tell why and why it is very uneasy
I dream a lot, never willing to change, just because
To me breathing in air is somewhat stressful
I do not question, nor want to know why
I just understand it, because it is normal life
The feeling of being judged and looked at is uneasy
I give everyone a look that could be recognized
Recognized as pain and sorrow a terror that can
I do not blink once when I am that way
I curse the violent actions of every one that passes
I get agitated so easily because no one is honest
A vague routine in their life, what was and is
Life goes on seldom go to a halt till person passes
When these people is taken away from me
It far from my empathy of courage and liberty
Stunned when they go away my hate, show
Show even the days that I smile with turbulence
A Joyous Life: Your Choice
We can focus on glory and beauty or...
we can focus on occurrences really so sad.
It's we after all,who chooses that the world
has gone mad!
We walk about with frowns!
When it is truly we who choose to concentrate
only on the downs.
Life goes on without our mental vainglorious,
weak scripts for it.
And we forget God is in control of all of it!
Do find the good, it's right in front of your
lovely face.
Please give mankind a chance, it is far from
a total disgrace.
Life is fulfilling only....when we actively
serve our fellow man.
Muttering and complaining is like
a screeching echo in a hollow, empty can.
The third estate, I promise is a meat grinder
of our human mind.
Highly paid negative nabobs,
dedicated to words false, mean and viciously
unkind.
There's a vast world of music for us to listen to.
Symphonies, jazz, blues and soul!
That can bring serenity and velvet softness to you.
The Good Book and poetry of the Masters.
These are vast readings to make you bloom!
Negativity is hopelessness, and
paints pictures of doom.
Positivity, a most welcomed perfume!
Voyage out and be with positive, happy friends
and relatives who mastered how to live.
Those who can laugh, smile, and
know how share and to truly give!
October 21, 2019
Romios Productions
The mill house filled with oats, kept the mice in feeding heaven,
the cat was gaining weight, his daily mouse intake was seven,
the farmer’s daughter fed the horses oats and fresh picked barley,
while the son was searching ads, for a working vintaged Harley,
the mule had spent a restless night, mosquitos bit its nose,
the wife was trimming flowers, she gayly snipped a scarlet rose,
the kids were swimming in the stream, diving from a tree,
the paper boy on his new bike, brought news for folks to see,
the dentist and his happy drill, frightened children as they screamed,
the seamstress ironed starchy shirts, she whistled as she steamed,
the railroad crossing bells were broken, the mayor blew a fuse,
he pointed to the train approaching, shouting madly at the crews,
who rested ‘neath the maple tree, eating fresh made apple pie,
instead of fixing broken bells, before someone could die,
today the sleepy town in Georgia, cancelled their parade,
the honoree was drunk at home, the people felt betrayed,
life goes on as news show flooding, on the banks of Tennessee,
me, I’m staying stoned at home, and watch it all on my TV.
Loneliness while there was a family
A tragedy when there was hardly a relationship
Father and Mother apart
Yet I grew stronger
Now that is the art of survival
Relationships gone wrong
Physical attraction and
That is just a fraction of the story
Yet I grew stronger
Now that is the art of survival
Friendships gone wrong
The heart can be fake
This will make you see the real person
Yet I grew stronger
Now that is the art of survival
The scars that have shaped me
Taught me that life goes on and
Brought me to the place of resilience
The scars that have shaped me
Showed me the essence of life
Mark Frank
Copyright 2022
I am on this road
I go from place to place
I met people without a word
That usual fashion everyday.
I go to work for a living
A family man I should be
The greatest work is giving
The kindness act from me.
The friends I know along the way
Too soon the time we shared
Are part of life story of yesterday
Life goes on to future God has prepared.
I see clouds over me
That moves across the skies
That are changing freely
Before my very eyes.
I love the sunset
But miss also the sunrise
I carve my name on sand though short sweet
As I wrote poetry as my prize.
I have grown up
Too soon my time will have its course
And wheels of life will soon stop
In weeing hours my energy will have no source.
In this rocking chair my rest is deep
Of hardest work at sea too tired
I hope I met my God in my sleep
Or met my love before I expired.
Have you ever really looked at a tree?
Have you thought of the ancient roots that support it...
to behold its majesty?
A tree must have deep roots, ever growing beneath the soil.
Carrying the weight of life's nourishment,
in its daily struggle...bearing its constant toil.
The boughs and limbs, and leaves are ever so green.
We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
when we see the budding exuberance...come the early spring.
They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose.
They are willowy and shade us from the harsh summer sun.
and beneath their gentle sways...we rest comfortably below.
Fall ages them, their greens turn to brown.
As winter's cold blast blows upon them,
do we ever feel their plight...as the leaves tumble down?
Trees are resilient and each day a victory is won.
The leaves that have been lost become nutrients,
adding silently their gift each day...as life goes on.
Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
The ancient roots so long ago planted,
grow in size and shape and form...in gifted majesty.
Generations of limbs and boughs support the child-leaves.
In every new face God's handiwork,
radiant in the splendor of life...each one of us receives.
Time slowly ages each one to their own event.
While we who remain learn to grow and love,
still remembering those whose winters...we could not prevent.
It is the strength of their memories we add to our own.
They give us the perspective and insights,
which we in our turn pass on...to the seeds that we have sown.
They too will grow into trees, strong enough to face each day's strife.
Yet it can only happen, if they learn from the strong boughs of the past,
to teach the leaves of tomorrow...about their tree of life.
NO WEDDING BAND, OR RINGS
THEY BOTH ARE NOT WEARING
WHAT HAPPENED?
A LONG-TERM MARRIAGE AFTER DECADES OF YEARS
JUST IN A RELATIONSHIP
NO GENUINE VACATIONS
NO WALK IN THE PARKS
A LONG TERM MARRIAGE
WASTED IN THE DARK?
SOME GREAT DAYS IN THE PAST
AS EARLIER IN THE DAYS
SOME BAD DAYS OVERWEIGHED THE GOOD
A MIXTURE OF EMOTIONS
CARRIED ON BY FEELINGS
IS IT JUST A MARRIAGE EXISTING?
OR, NOT REALLY LIVING?
PEACE, LOVE, JOY
PRAYERS FOR THE TWO
FINDING LOVE AGAIN
IS THE MARRIAGE ENDED?
HURT AND PAINS
CALLING OUT OF NAMES
GRIEF AND UNFORGIVENESS
FOR THE ONE
IS IT TIME TO MOVE ON?
BOTH HAS LEFT
IN AN UNKNOWN WAY
A RING REPLACED
A DIAMOND IS GIVEN
NOW ONE IS REALLY LIVING.
LIFE GOES ON
NO TIME TO WASTE
YEARS PASSING BY
NEVER TOO LATE
HAPPINESS, JOY, PEACE WITHIN
A SMILE WORTH-WHILE
AMEND.
My Friend
Sometimes I am my only friend.
Sometimes only Jesus is my friend.
But some friends that I've had are gone.
Some are dead, some just said so long.
You see lately, I feel very much alone.
And sadly, it causes my heart to turn to stone.
The only friend that I do want, no longer wants me.
The love got lost for she just will not see.
Um, ooops, I was in a very bad way this day evidently. Because I just finished this poem with a vulgar rant of how I was feeling at that time. Hmmm, not the best way to wrap up this exercise huh? :) lol Oh well, life goes on and I've made some new friends since then and the sun came out the next day or whenever. It may have been cloudy that next day, call your local meteorologist if you want to know for sure. :) I hope your sun is shining where ever you are today. Love Leslie. <3 :)
Note: Day 7 of writing exercise.
Life like a storm , hits us in different ways
Some take it in stride
Others get consumed by the tide
Regardless of the outcome, life goes on!!!
Life like a quake , threatens our feet
Some get the stamina to resist the quave
Others get subdued by the wave
Regardless of the outcome, life goes on!!!
Life like a windstorm, throws us
Some get the strength to remain firm at last
Others get demolished by the gust
Regardless of the outcome , life goes on!!!
Life like a volcano, erupts once in a while
Some get the pace to escape the magma
Some get engulfed by the larva
Regardless of the outcome, life goes on!!!
Life like a flower, beautiful but transient
Today it is here, tomorrow it is gone!!!