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This poem was written by Carolyn Devonshire
(I chose this poem because she wrote about angels, then became one)
Angel on my Shoulder
Angels on my right shoulder
Battling devils on the left
Ever guiding my actions
Saving my soul from bereft
Angels e'er amongst us
Like Clarence on Stewart's bridge
Softly urge us to avoid
Falling from grace at the ridge
My special angel's sweet voice
Sounds so much like my mother's
But you have an angel too
Who's unlike any other's
Spirits of loved ones who've passed
Want us to know heaven's joy
So we reunite with them
And eternal bliss enjoy
So, Mom, if you're listening
Your voice overtakes evil
Helping me find the right path
You've mastered soul retrieval
A wonderful life bestowed
By a righteous urging
From an angel observer
For spiritual merging
CRAZIEST TIME AMIDST THE UNCERTAINTY
As I sit here battling my emptiness
to not affect me or make this hollowness
sink me, I tried my very best to stir
my thoughts to things that could clear
my mind and uplift and free my spirit
from my feeling of internal conflict.
There are days when the bleakness hits me,
when the pang of longing overcomes me
and I could not bring myself to not feel desolate
from being cut off, totally separated from friends
and for not doing the things I used to do
and for not going to places I used to go.
The not knowing is softly killing me.
The uncertainty fogs by mind and suffocates me,
making me crazy and going out of my head
feeling I’ve been confined in prison and trapped
needing to run away in an open space to breathe
to be in an open space to hear my own breath.
Imagining that freedom makes me
escape this feeling of angst that overwhelms me.
It makes me grounded again and quiets my mind,
calms my emotion and eases the pain in my heart,
gives me back my courage to face this storm
and brings my faith and hope back to come
to terms with the situation and be at peace
instead of thinking of going to pieces.
Yes, I have me and my loved ones.
I may not be with them or may see them once
in a while; but that’s how it would go for now.
So here I am hoping and expecting that somehow
the time would come soon to have the solution
for this pandemic, affecting the global population.
In this quiet deafening sound of silence
and stillness, I feel I am whole again.
8/5/20... choice #5... 287 words
Only a couple of months locked in
That feels like an eternal sin
Sat alone staring at four walls
I need some company just to talk
Remember the the things we took for granted
Like day trips to hemel Hempstead
Meeting friends for a quick tea
And an evening in the bar with a double whisky
Mothers meeting at school gates
Sharing gossip of late
Visiting mother for a cwtch and chat
Saturday footy with the chaps
Cinema dates with loved ones
And simply just having fun
Can't go shopping for shoes and clothes
Ooo I could murder a mcflurry orio
Most of all is our life and health
A cough or touch could send you to hell
Never worried about keeping a certain lenth
Not knowing if this is gonna end
Society will never be the same
No need to point and blame
Follow the rules thats layered out
And hopefully we'll ride this out
Not knowing what the future has in store
We cannot take things for granted anymore
He left the church and solemn stage,
To catch the breath of Tudor age.
No more he drew the saintly ghost,
To lecture to a weary host.
He turned his pen to common men,
And brought them laughing from their den.
The priest and friar stepped aside,
For human hearts and foolish pride.
His works for courtly halls were made,
Where brief and lively pieces played.
These interludes of Tudor days
Brought spoken voices to our plays.
Four clever works bear Heywood's name,
As witty verse debates for fame.
They mocked the masks of our pretense,
With sharp and biting eloquence.
From o'er the sea, French farce took hold,
While Chaucer's tales of pilgrims bold
Inspired the warmth and human wit
That made his comic staging fit.
Yet though he laughed at human plight,
Each ending sought the true and right.
A gentle lesson, kind and clear,
To guide the listener and the peer.
He drew the proud, the vain, the loud,
The vibrant, chattering, daily crowd.
He showed how normal neighbors spoke,
And turned our flaws into a joke.
These tiny scenes of fun and play,
Prepared the great and golden day.
They paved the road, they lit the spark,
Before the Bard and his high art.
Beyond the stage, his clever pen
Caught living speech of working men.
He gathered proverbs from the street,
Where life and common language meet.
He warned to "look before you leap,"
Lest heavy errors make you weep.
"Rome wasn't built in just a day,"
He wrote to help us find our way.
"From frying pan and into fire,"
We climb from trouble up to higher.
And "better safe than sorry" stood,
To keep our daily choices good.
When burdens grew too great to bear,
"Two heads are better" than a pair.
"A penny for your thoughts," he’d buy,
With warmth and laughter in his eye.
When loved ones walk "out of your sight,"
They soon are "out of mind" by night.
But "many hands make light the work,"
When none of us our duties shirk.
These old expressions, sharp and true,
Are spoken still by me and you.
The present day still holds his phrase,
Born warm and bright in Tudor days.
When bad
unhealthy
unsafe choices
speak in WRONG! voices
delivering shame,
deserving shunning
and irrepressible self-blame,
Reconsider this jump
from bad choices
to "wrong" voices
unable to consider tomorrow's
potential more right rejoices.
No one of us humans
has divine omnipotent might
to make all the right omniscient choices
spoken belatedly by unchosen judgment voices
To be omnipresently good
and regeneratively healthy
and impenetrably safe
for ourselves
for our loved ones
for our species
for our plants
and living planet
at all times,
in all multicultural inside places,
and polyculturally robust
outside wealthy spaces.
On better days,
well fed and watered and rested,
we may try more benevolent curiosity
about why feeling good
and healthy
can seem so frustratingly short
and insignificantly small
compared to long time
and large resources
Invested by patriarchal god-fearing
straight white corporate capitalists
to entertainingly seduce
and identity reduce
you into isolated producer
of bad faith consumer
feelings
Erupting in egocentric
left-hemisphere dominant voices
that habitually collapse
bad
unhealthy absence
of potential co-relational rejoices
into inevitably wrong
unwealthy feminine marginalized
divisive survivalist choices
Speaking in wrong voices
delivering shame
deserving dark fame
swamped by irrepressible self blame
Not man enough
Not human enough
Not humane enough
to be truly
and beautifully divine.
Waking up to a brand-new day with a smile—
A gentle smile.
Remembering school days with friends,
Playing in the mud with pets,
Watering my favorite rose plant,
Hoping to see it bloom... and smile.
A smile on the faces of loved ones
Lights up the path ahead with glow.
A healthy breakfast, a smooth ride—
Fueling joy to face the tasks of the day.
Fine weather promises a sweet beginning,
A smile makes each moment worth living.
With prayers to the Lord for a blessed start,
And greeting others on birthdays—pure joy from the heart.
A neatly dressed soul sparks a smile,
A clean home admired all the while.
Tasty food brings thankful delight,
And timely support earns a grateful smile—so bright.
So many moments, big and small,
Hold the power to brighten all.
In every act of love and grace,
A smile finds its rightful place.
It was just Father’s Day and the worst one of my life
The first one not celebrated since you have been gone Dad
I thought about you all day with sad tears flowing
Finding peace in all the great memories we shared.
I remember the day we went to the antique store together
Reminiscing about going to auctions as a child with you
We laughed because I now love antiques but didn’t then
The special bedroom set you let me pick out for my room.
That day I backed into a sign pole and upset my husband
You gave such sound advice saying cars are not important
Living your life and spending time with loved ones are!
I wish I could go back to that special Father’s Day
So many memories of you being a great Dad!
I learned so much from you, you were my rock.
I could always pick up the phone and get your advice
I find myself picking up the phone to call, just for a moment.
I sometimes wake up and it still feels surreal you are gone.
I know you are no longer suffering and fighting to stay strong
I just wish We could have had more time together Dad, but
I will forever cherish all the life lessons and memories.
6/28/2020
Contest: In Loving Memory
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
LIES
A web that has no ending
For I can not stop
Even though I try
Something is wrong with me
Because my judgement is blinded
And I can not see
Every time I make the promise
To quench the desire to mislead
It only adheres for a short moment
Until the web starts to bleed
The deciet of my words
My voice has no truth
It is an addiction
A never ending piercing thorn
It is like a paper cut
That always hurts to the touch
And I am that paper cut
That hurts everyone I touch
Why can't I control this monster inside
It is destroying my very being
It is grasping my loved ones by the heart
Tearing their view of me completely apart
I wish that this was just a dream
That this is not as bad as it seems
And that I am not pushing everyone away
Acceptance is my aime
To be looked upon higher
Eventhough, I have everything I have always visioned
This thing still wants to feed
I have tried so many times to depress it
So many promises and pleads
To the one above
Whom I know that shows only love
The one who can crush this irritating bug
It yearns so badly to come alive
That I can not contain it
Eventually, it slowly engulfs my soul
Like fumes from a old kerosene heater
Taking away my breath
Some days I try to start a fresh
But, within hours and without even knowing
Out comes my darkened words
My mind has no control
I Have No Control
Only Lies have Control
Hey all you Soupers
Please take my advice
Smile at the world
Always try to be nice
Even when people
Are rude and obnoxious
Pretend you don't notice
Don't cause a big ruckus
The world is searching
For people like us
To show them the way
This way is a must
We sure can survive
The damage that's done
It isn't too late
Send the blues on the run
To start let's abolish
All the wars and strife
We weren't meant for that
Let's clean up our life
We can start at home
A great place to start
More harmony there
Is good for the heart
Tell your loved ones
How much they all mean
You'll love their reaction
They'll burst at the seams
In closing I'll send you
Big hugs quite rambunctious
You'll think I'm a bear
My hugs so humongous
Hey all you Soupers
Did you take my advice
Smile at the world
Always try to be nice
Minnies bow and mickeys ears
A land of joy and never tears
Little children having fun
Rising early with the sun
Adults are acting young not old
Warm sunshine, not freezing cold
Pin trading and big parades
Fancy rooms and friendly maids
Yummy food to eat and share
No fighting-- just fun everywhere
Crowns and dresses
Gifts to send
Never wanting it to end
Entertaining plays and shows
Fireworks that shine and glow
Characters that come to life
A honeymooning man and wife
So much fun that always lasts
As days and nights go by too fast
Leaving is the toughest part
As memories will fill your heart
Of the good times you have shared
With loved ones and friends who care
Entered in the Rhyme contest