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A fine August day to be a dragon, Blackberry thought
He was playing in the sun with his friends, the forget me knots
Nasty Blueberry dragon had been kind of mean to them,
So Blackberry Dragon showed he was truly their friend.
About three o’clock the wind changed everything
The snap dragons hid, and the robins left with a zing.
The sky turned dark, and the day turned terribly gray.
Blackberry Dragon saw Kraken Storm Dragon right away.
Oh no! He said to no one as they had all left.
She is coming fast, and she looks bereft.
Kraken skidded to a stop just over his head.
I’m bringing lightning, she said, and you’re dead.
Blackberry Dragon was scared in a big way.
She was a meanie, and she did not play.
But Luck Dragon returned and took her down.
and the sky turned light, losing all its brown.
The forest cheered, hoping Kraken was gone.
But she had a sister, and it would not be long…
Until sister came by to ask about her sibling.
The whole forest began their fib-ling.
As women we can be our worst critics. We can be much too hard on ourselves, even harder than the weight we have to lose.
I’m talking about looking in the mirror and scowling at yourself, or calling yourself a degrading name, because you don't yet like what you see.
Well .. it's self abuse and an indication of being or becoming depressed. This little poem is just saying lighten up. Take one day at a time. Be kind er... be patient with yourself. See yourself the way God sees you... with compassion, while staying on course with your weight loss goals, allow the greatest part of your accountability to be based upon His love. Make shorter, attainable goals that can be quickly achieved... Don't procrastinate, write things down... Note or journal everything. And remember, don’t get abusive, obsessed, or depressed... Just exchange faithfulness to yourself with faithfulness to your Father God. You're going to get there. He'll
show you the way.
WHAT'S THE FUSS
What's the fuss? Why the disgust?
Look at the progress you’ve made.
Not just losing pounds,
Lift your face from the ground.
You’re worth more than the price you have paid.
Just take off that silly frown, glimpsing
down at your gown, it's been ages since
highschool, or the walked the aisle.
It may be your wedding anniversary,
maybe even a nursery,
and your curves have changed having a child.
What's all the fuss? Cry if you must,
let it out but at least smile for how
far you've come,
A new day is here, you’re more
precious my dear,
You're still “you” when it's all said and done.
Keep that outfit, the size 10. Lift up your
sweet chin,
and in case you desire being smaller than that,
Keep your eye on your goal,
you'll soon fit in your mold,
Love God loving you right where you're AT!
Rows and Rows of Angelic faces
Dressed in dreams vows and laces
Tied with promises at the Alter
Words exchanged and now we Falter.
Darkness and dots blur my vision
Drowning in tears of confusion
Please help me to swim back to shore
My heart split open, how much more?
My mind swirls around the possibility
That we can work out this hostility
Believing you when I look into your eyes
Putting joy back into my heart, never wanting
to hear goodbye's.
If only I could stop watching my back
Tired now, of losing track
Drowning again with you standing above watching me
Pushing my head under, I drown again, I cannot see.
17.12.2020
'A Rhyme Story-Poem with Eyes On'
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose.
Insatiable compulsion overwhelms.
I am losing control in all realms.
This irresistible urge I try to subdue.
What makes me so attracted to you?
I am going to resist, I want to break free.
Spell binding power you have over me
You’re in my thoughts, night, and day.
A driving force and I can’t break away.
It can’t be love, I detest the way you are.
You had the ability to inflict this scar.
You instill mindful terror into my soul.
Yet I yearn for you to make me whole.
We don’t agree! You like metal I like Jazz
Boisterous is your way, mine is pizzazz.
I will listen to Morbid Angel just for you.
You have a hold on me no matter what I do.
I desire you going to sleep, and in my dreams.
In my head as I wake and all day long it seems.
There’s no release for me, I am totally obsessed.
How is it I love someone that has me possessed?
They start out in youth as marionettes,
often as their own puppeteers,
clasping unseen crossed sticks
with unseen wires attached,
sometimes getting twisted in their own strands.
Once people get past the adolescent plagues
unique to to them,
they find the way to tilt the guide -
pulling shoulders straighter
with their hidden puppet strings
as insecurities dissolve
and slowly, foolhardiness recedes.
Joining the throng of all the puppeteers,
some become
masters at their craft,
manipulating others,
while some prefer to
simply play the role of marionette.
But everyone at one time or another
works the strings. . .
When people learn the “secret”
embracing life and losing woodenness. . .
they grow to understand
it’s not obligatory ,
nor is it even wise,
always to make sure
the guiding, unseen threads remain
untangled.
Revised for the People poetry Contest of Richard Lamoureux
I'm thankful for everything- seen; unseen
That every breath since birth have experienced,
Many things I've make heaven and earth lean
Towards the edge of running hope, silenced.
If time will not mind;
Only then, won't stop cups wined
Till dawn... comes it shined.
I'm thankful for that which I have been through...
Every change at a time losing past cheers
To embracing tough challenges anew;
Rough enough to run tarry fearful tears.
If Yes dreams off No;
Only then, won't dare stoop low
Cum struggles to grow.
I'm thankful for everything that I am,
The part of me I lost to drowning fear
To make luck's stake get the best out of jam-
Building up part can't let fail a rare sphere.
If means gets better,
Only then, lot writes letter-
Good enough petter.
I'm thankful for excuses against win,
As an option to hide confrontations...
I struggle to catch up with or try pin-
Accounting for unplanned designations.
If progress gets on;
Only then, won't stop Milan
Until Rome be won.
I'm thankful for dangers that keep me fit,
Every eyes opener alarming weakness
To redeem scar's strength through many a ,
Enough to stage grace guiding happiness.
If fun never done;
Only then, won't long just pun...
Till life be pardon.
Looking into your burning eyes supplies me with suspence.
As if you scare me into a reality of fear.
Nothing in my life is as satisfying as you.
Fear is the only feeling I get when you are there.
When your away, I scream in pain.
Nothing can take you away from me.
I am in your arms holding on to your soul.
My heart is burning for desire.
Help me control it, I am losing your sight.
Happier when I am in your arms.
But I am crying when your gone.
My blood stops flowing into my veins.
Your beautiful hazel eyes race through my mind.
I feel incomplete without you, as if I am cold and dead.
Your blood needs to flow through my veins.
My eyes are blindsided by your perfectness.
Drowning in my fear I shout your name.
All with in my broken heart you say you love me.
I wish I could meet you one day.
But maybe in my dreams.
You will always be my love.
Before my mom left.I told myself.
I would never love again.I will
only love myself and fight for myself.
I felt like I didn't exist.
People was scared of me..They called
me a freak.
Tears down my eyes everyday.
My head down.Anger in my life was
shadowing over me.
It felt like anger was taking over me.
Loneiness got the best of me.
Nobody didn't understand me..I sit
in the corner and be quiet.
watching all the kids play..nobody didn't
want too play..
I say too god everynight,why did you bring
me here..
I hate this ludacriss world..why did you
bring me here.
All they do is care for themselves..not
me.Images as a kid crying,I ask myself
what am I.Am I a monster.
What is pain and what is it like...
what does it mean too have tears in your
eyes.
I don't understand,I acidently prick my finger.
a dot of blood comes out.
I look at my finger.blood,humm.
I smile,pain,pain sucks?
I said too god I want too leave this hateful
world.
I walk the path of a strae..Why should I listen
too people.I feel like they just plain hate me.
my heart was broken.
Its no easy for kids with seziures too live in this
world.
It feels like your losing everything.
I thought in my mind my mom was a shame of me
and hated me.
thats why she left,I was so mad when I grew up,
I said I'm going too get respect from all of you..
And people who destroyed my dreams,
I see mirrors everday..I see diffrent of me in the
mirrors.
all of them of me sad and when I was little crying..
I say,is this me..my eyes turn into tears..
Pain,why am I in soo much pain..I break the mirrors
and tears come down off my face.
I remember the words in my mind,I would never love
again.I would only love myself and fight for myself.
I smile to myself....
loneiness,is just words too me...should I walk away from
my loneiness?
Day to day..A piece of my soul disappears away from me.
I know I can't walk away from my loneiness..
Its so hard too walk away form it.Its apart of me.
I'm going crazy...why did you have too do this to me mom..
I wish you didn't do this too me.
Its nice for me too smile,but I can't...
But my words couldn't see its way through...and a heart beat
couldn't make it through.
They say we have free speech:
But tell how me free is it?
The minute I express myself
and it's something you don't
agree with or believe in my
speech is no longer free.
Don't get me wrong I don't
believe in being disrespectful
or rude.
When a person uses their free
speech as a weapon to tear
another down, it's not right.
However we should be given
a platform, to speak freely as
we want to without a person
judging the way we spoke.
Let's face it we must learn to
agree to disagree. If I stand
my ground for something I
believe in, I shouldn't be in
jeopardy of losing my job.
If I can't express myself
freely, I have been robbed
of my “free” speech.
If one is able to dictate how
and what I speak, I never had
free speech in the first place.
2-21-19
Alexis Y.
I lost at least twelve pounds in this past season.
Since turning sixty, I have made a goal
to get back to my old self. The reason
is that I hated that unholy roll
around my middle! Now it’s mostly gone.
However, I still want my old size ten.
So I will keep the diet I’ve been on,
but when I reach my goal, I won’t stop then!
I’ve vowed to eat less often things that use
so many additives. They are so bad.
I’m older! Better foods I need to choose.
Quite tasty ones these past few months I’ve had
while losing weight. I know it can be done.
But once a week I’ll cheat to keep it fun!
Written Dec. 20, 2015 for Shadow Hamilton's the Resolutions Poetry Contest