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My dear, I share with you a truth:
A life lesson I have lived.
Discretion is valor, a silent shield,
A strength that guards the heart revealed.
Be not the man who parrots all he hears,
Who, finding no one to tell,
Confides in the door.
He's a fool lost in words that wound and bore.
Let discretion be your strength—
Bridle your tongue with care,
Let intuition guide your ear,
Be perceptive, be aware.
God may have endowed such a man
With heavenly graces,
But the ruin of him will be
His own endless talk, so careless and vain.
To know what holds value for another
Is a burden not for faintest minds;
A sacred trust to keep,
A treasure in silence deep.
Discretion defines character—
Be the safe where secrets sleep.
Be eager to listen and to grasp,
But slow to speak.
In this wisdom, your honor will last.
Valiant are the lips that stay sealed
Even at the tempest of awkwardness.
Stumble silly feet
Never learned to walk right
Fall easily even from a pebble
Eyes bugging out
Larger than the mind
Oh poor silly feet
When can you be
Learning to be right
Too many stumbles
Not enough strengths
Feet on the ground
Eyes on the puddle
Walk around it and pass
without stumbling
When it's too big to cross over
Look for a way around
Don't be stupid to jump
An easy way for a broken foot
Stumble silly feet
Know when to walk right
Easy comes easy goes
A broken foot won't do
Just another life lesson learned
You stumble silly feet... Smile!
Akkina R Downing
1-2-17
Broken Love Slam
How did it come to this
I told you by mail I wasn't piss.
You sure where acting all up into me
Now its over suddenly
You are more than a best friend
Opening my door with one touch from your hand
My thoughts of you are not easy to understand
hmm? Now your like whatever man
That is fine it was not my fault
Never in my wildest dream I ever imagined,
You could give me the best thought out of anything
that comes along my way.
Happiness does not mean I want to posses everything
Happiness is the smile you bring upon my face
You do not have to be by my side to kiss me goodnight
Once you logoff it like the best conversation to ever ignite.
Do you not recall that one simple song.
"Don't know what you got till its gone."
The truth is,
I did not know what I was missing till I met you.
How about that song,
"Every rose has it's thorn."
Just like the song (yes) it feels wrong.
Being many miles away and alone,
I am not searching out for looks,
For what so at the end day he will be an empty book.
Better yet I was not searching to please my heart.
Now you filled it with smiles brought from many miles apart
I can feel your smiles,
that is why I always reply to you as My Sweet.
You might not be strong enough to believe in hope,
You edge walker makes me wonder if you are even human.
It's just funny how it took you to make my boat float.
Life lesson learned love starts off with many smiles
Buy the time I hit 100 smiles,
you are all I am think of.
I will sure miss them e-kisses, I will hold back the tears.
How about them roses, you would whispers in my ears.
I will end my broken love slam.
With the real message I left for you.
You are what you are, and I am who I am
Life allows us to pass the wrong ones first.
We both fell for eachother, now I wonder what the heck am I cursed.
By: P.D.
Ah! From the centreless fulcrum
I graze and caress each sensation
At play to the cadence of love rhythm
Renewal continual without cessation
Each node within bliss sensorium
Melding with the Ohm reverberation
Dance beauteous within my body prism
Polarities union heart’s celebration
Swaying to the breath pendulum
Seduction in gyrating slow motion
As both seen and unseen appear by turn
Essence of presence looks on in wonder
Magnetic currents bestow bliss burn
In resonance with the soundless thunder
Vaporised self has no niche for vibes stern
Disallowing cravings that would plunder
Subtle pulsations divine, I do discern
Mindful that no hearts be left asunder
Save love, all else false, life lesson I learn
Ensconced in bliss, purified heart tender
Vibrant exuberance is mine when alone
Nectar sublime does joy fragrance exude
The source, scriptures say is the pineal cone
So I wish not to be rude but prefer solitude
Imprints of love divine, etched in stone
Are ingrained in timeless time by fortitude
God bestowed benedictions we each do own
Radiating aura of splendorous beatitude
Thus mundane chatter, a noisy drone
Call it what you will; aloneness my attitude
08-November-2021
Leave Me Alone Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
The Language Of Silence :
Behind every smile lies a story,
And every story has a page... that is never shown to anyone.
People often ask,
"Why are you always so quiet?"
How do I explain...
Some pains are never spoken aloud; they can only be understood through silence.
Sometimes a person breaks apart without ever falling apart.
They quietly gather the scattered pieces of themselves
And learn to smile again.
The world mistakes that smile for happiness,
When in truth, it has simply become a habit.
Isn't it strange?
The people we hold closest in our prayers
Sometimes leave the smallest place for us in their lives.
Yet the heart never truly learns to hate them,
Because real love never keeps score—
It simply continues to pray for their happiness.
One day, time will change everything.
The pain won't remain the same,
Nor will the tears.
Only memories will stay—
Some will make us smile,
While others will quietly fill our eyes.
So I have no complaint against life,
Only one humble request...
If you ever have to break someone's heart,
Don't love them so deeply first
That they lose the courage to trust anyone again.
And if you ever choose to enter someone's life,
Don't come only for a moment.
Because some people leave,
But the emptiness they leave behind stays for a lifetime.
~Malisa
Almost Time Angel’s cloud was dingy.
Pieces were breaking off, floating into the atmosphere.
It looked wrinkly and sad, creased in places, shabby, but not chic.
A large chunk broke off last night, and floated into the ether.
It is almost time, Little Angel informed him.
Little Angel’s cloud was healthy, fluffy, pink with happiness.
There were sparkles that looked like diamonds.
She had planted brilliant red tulips at the edges.
My cloud used to look like yours he told Little Angel.
Little Angel nodded, knowing and remembering the cycle.
And one day mine will look like yours, she told him.
For it will be my turn to make the big decision.
The natural cycle of angels
Clearly shown in their clouds condition,
Shabby and pathetic brought them closer
To the Big Choice – whether or not to return to human form.
Returning to human form
Meant they could master their lessons faster
But human kind is mean. They have rape, murder, and death.
There is none of that in heaven.
However, if you choose to stay in heaven,
You spend a thousand years in the library
Reading about what you could have experienced on earth
In one little lifetime. The choices is yours.
Another earth life, so you can learn faster
or a much longer time in the library,
reading others’s accounts, and trying to
empathize with them?
Of course you get to chose your parents
based on the next life lesson you have decided to
work on. Some beat their children, but sometimes
that is part of your lesson.
Almost Time Angel fell asleep that night dreaming of a nicer cloud.
He woke up in the dark, and I mean DARK.
BAM! Bright lights! Wha! Someone smacked his bottom.
His eyes popped open and he began glaring at everyone.
It is a girl! Someone said.
Could this get any worse?
A few hours later he knew it could
When his ex-wife picked him up and said
“Say hi to your Grandma”.
A new victim,
cast your eyes on your prey,
A lesson to learn,
tomorrow is a new day.
I'm taking back,
the things you stole,
My life, my mind,
my heart of gold.
My heart is broken,
my head won't let this be,
The demons of love,
call out and torture me.
As I lie awake,
in this empty bed,
My mind plays over,
the wickedness of your web.
I have heard that love,
should be easy, a simple thing,
Instead, it bites, cries,
bleeds and stings.
My whole being,
all twisted up in pain,
I can feel your betrayal,
pumping in my veins.
You fed me with lies,
and some affection,
Every move,
you set me up for the rejection.
I had to rise up,
from the ashes and fire,
Another heart broken,
by a bold-faced liar.
You made love,
look so damn easy,
I had no idea,
you were at work being sleazy.
I know the wheel,
continues to turn,
Another life lesson,
you live and you learn.
TURBO1904
Another work day, I fight the freeway
Another brick in the wall
Big blue world goes round and round, round
Traffic in a funnel, heading through the tunnel
Someone cuts and flips me off
I won't let stupid get me down, down
You can look to the sky for a little sunshine
Stare until you done gone blind
You could spend your life and not realize
What you have right in front of your eyes
Thank God your alive, alright
Pay it forward in kind
I don't wanna fight, but I might
Trying to get by
Just do me right, do me right
There's no clear view, from a rearview
Objects may appear
A lot closer than you think, than you think
Don't look behind, time out of mind
Days disappear
It's all over in a blink, in a blink
You can look to the sky for a little sunshine
Stare until you done gone blind
You could spend your life and not realize
What you have right in front of your eyes
Thank God your alive, alright
Pay it forward in kind
I don't wanna fight, but I might
Trying to get by
Just do me right, do me right
It takes some mad skills, paying my bills
Working 'til the Kingdom Come
Hold to the good things that you find, that you find
Be a good neighbor, that's good labor
Life Lesson 101
Happy is a state of mind, state of mind
You can look to the sky for a little sunshine
Stare until you done gone blind
You could spend your life and not realize
What you have right in front of your eyes
Thank God your alive, alright
Pay it forward in kind
I don't wanna fight, but I might
Trying to get by
Just do me right, do me right
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I was born too late ... not far too late, but about seventeen years ...
Or so, for I have always been too old-fashioned, (In a romantic, true love
Sense), for the time period and era I grew up in. I knew this without question
At an early age ... books were some of my best friends, always, and I first
Read my favorite novel before my tenth birthday ... it was on the shelves
Of my dad's den, and the bright colors of the binding had always pulled at
Me ... so, one summer eve, I took it to the porch swing by the lake, and
Started. Oh, how it opened up a whole new world to me! An entrancing
World of exotic places and people and struggles! The settings and
Characters and relationships were so unlike my own, and unlike anything
I knew of ... it wove a hunger into my heart! A yearning to live in a bigger
World and experience its wonders ... it placed a seed of romance and
Charm and excitement, deep into my being, and more importantly,
Taught me the absurd inequalities of racism, at a time when my world
Was primarily one color. To this day it is my dream to make that
Wondrous place my home, and one day soon I intend to, (for real) ...
Transforming those lessons and dreams into a reality. Bless you and
Thank you, James A. Michener, for placing into my forever-romantic
And old-fashioned child's heart, those "Tales of the South Pacific" ...
I am forever grateful ... and ever changed.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Life Lesson From A Favorite Novel" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
I bring to you a memory…a story that undertakes
to show we never know what lesson we will learn from our mistakes.
Years ago I took my students on a field trip to Tarpon Springs
We visited the sponge docks and took a boat ride…of all things.
The plan was…after we finished with our spongy ocean jaunt
we would eat a sit down lunch in a nice Greek restaurant.
I put all my students money in two envelopes in the pocket of my coat
one half was for the restaurant…the other for the boat.
The boat ride was magnificent…a fun morning in the sun
and after paying off our captain…he hugged us…everyone…
He made it a point to thank each one of us before we went away…
I wondered if all Greek captains were as happy…or just him…that day.
The meal at the restaurant was amazing……the perfect way to end our day
but I ran into a little snag when it came time to pay.
When I reached for the second envelope inside the pocket of my coat
I realized I’d given both envelopes…all our money…to the captain of the boat.
It seems what enhanced the captain’s happiness…was my tiny, little slip
as I gave him something in the neighborhood of a $300 dollar tip.
So there I was at the restaurant…where…to my dismay
after we all finished eating…I had no money left to pay.
My students were blissfully unaware…they seemed as happy as can be
so I reached into my wallet and took out my credit card…Plan B.
I have made a lot of mistakes in my life…and I’m sure I’m not done yet
but the mistake I made that day is one I never will forget….
It’s the day I learned mistakes can also be blessings
for when I see that captain’s smile in my memory from way back then
I like to think if given the chance
I’d make the same mistake…again.