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A Gift You Are
Who would have thought I would be blind
To eternal sunshine that’s mind
The day you were born was the beginning
My heart's petals bloomed most compelling
Tears of joy I shed while I saw you smile
In my arms I knew the pain was worthwhile
Lullabies sung and hummed to bring comfort sleep
As you lay in your crib without a peep
Challenges as you grew with bumps and bruises with footfalls
Sticky fingers, scattered toys, fancy artwork on the walls
Meaningful memories as I look into your eyes
Of the mischief you use to get into, but I was wise
I'll always be here whenever you need me
Stand by you, whoever you decide to be
Eternal sunshine that was mine is still my total joy
Don’t ever forget you will always be my little boy
2/9/2016
This is dedicated to my three wonderful sons that I cradled in my arms and wish I still was
blazing hot like cayenne pepper,
especially in adolescent years,
malleable youths
bend and capitulate
to peer pressure;
grown folks take the bait, too.
it could be a simple
"try this like the rest of us cool kids!"
or just an effortless nudge of
"you're missing out!"
to descend
an impressionable youngster
down
down
down
the rabbit hole
of insidious seduction.
the benefits of peer pressure are there,
though few and far between.
It's challenging for a lone hold-out
to resist the temptation
of wading in deep into
the muddy waters of coercion
when all his "cool kids" buddies
have crossed over
to the dark side.
no matter your relationship
with anyone forcing you to try
or do anything that goes against
your belief system,
your moral code, say no
if you feel even a tad uncomfortable!
refuse to go down
the primrose path of uncertainty.
don't allow yourself to be
handcuffed, or guilt-tripped
into walking down the road to regret.
It's best to abandon ship,
or better yet, don't board
if any proposition feels false.
Date written: 11/20/2022
Each day is a blessing.
How great to be alive!
How wonderful to hear
Birds sing; sounds of laughter.
It's pleasing to the ear!
Each day is a blessing.
Some folks aren't as lucky
To rise with the dawn sun.
Make every moment count.
Always try to have fun!
Each day is a blessing.
Take in the morning breeze.
It's great for your spirit!
On this day, be grateful.
Head outside and seize it!
Each day is a blessing.
Much thanks to the most high!
Don't take it for granted;
Live it to the fullest!
Each day, seed God planted.
Your Choice 2022 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 06/16/2022
Once upon a time, three ravens woke up
in shock with a white feather on their back.
Seeing how they were now strangely dressed up,
they wondered if it was not an attack.
The first one, too afraid of taunts and jeers,
did not go out of its nest anymore
and from starvation, it perished, with tears,
cursing its awful fate in a last roar.
The second one refused to be bizarre.
It picked up the feather out of its plumes.
It finished its life crippled with a scar,
lone, away from the crows who have no dooms.
The third bird bore its characteristic
and showed the white feather on its black spine.
It endured waves of laughter and critics.
It died honored and buried in a shrine.
A different ability is just
a difference. Not easy, it's certain.
But it should not arouse any mistrust.
Talents exist in spite of a burden.
WhiteHot spiritual truths
represent DarkCool natural beauty
Matters interweaving
regenerating
co-passioning
creolizing multicultural communions
ProLogical resonant voices
going way back
to indigenous healthy nature
for and from
co-investing wealthy ecospirits
balancing bicameral eco-political powers
Enlightening polypathic
meta-polyphonic
prime co-relationship
DiPolar full meaning choices
are empty of dark straight male privileged voices
within Zen Zeroist
EarthHealth Taoist
White spiritual truth matters
of dark natural beauty manners,
enlightening
as also empowering
bilateral balancing appositional depth
of healthy cooperative meaning,
not so much oppositional width
of individual wealthing purpose.
Why do you look at me so?
When you glare into my eyes,
is it defiance I see,
or tenderness mixed with caring
and, perhaps, a touch of mystery.
Your gentle eyes bewilder me
with the spark of the mid-day sun,
set against the cool of an evening breeze,
with the sheen of the moon
and twinkle of the stars,
they mesmerize me.
Are they a portal through which
you can set yourself free
to open your tender heart to me.
...Is that what you want me to see?
For long moments our eyes seem to meet,
not as a stare unfocused and cold,
but seeing each other with a meaningful gleam.
Your long gaze I hold in hope
that I find the real you
hidden somewhere deep inside.
...Is that what you wish to see in me,
my reality, the real me, the man I am,
or the man you want me to be.
Your beautiful eyes, that so intensely
watch me, mirror the image
that I wish I could be,
the strong yet gentle man
that captures your desire,
the laughter that hides deep inside of me,
the smile that only you can coax from my dreams,
but as I look closer all that I see
is the reflection of the ordinary me.
Yet, before you look away
I wish for there to be
a moment in my eyes
when you can see that I will always be
the one whose feelings run incredibly deep,
the one you can rely on,
the one who will be there for you,
and always will,
...if you but want me to be.
04/14/2018
Wars, famine and pestilences.
Death comes with a pension.
Poor people in this country.
Poverty all over, feeling empty.
Diseases spreading all over the globe.
Some mutated, some foretold.
Global warming sends a warning.
No one listens, it keeps on moaning.
Clean water becoming undrinkable.
Poisoning into the unthinkable.
Beauty that the world once held.
Destroyed by only a single shell.
Threats of war, they will come due.
A price to pay, because we are cruel.
Extinction presages as our future.
If we don’t all heed the bigger picture.
Terrorism is the world's axis of evil.
World in court, everyone is blameful.
We must be meaningful and do our part.
It's never to late to have a change of heart.
Entering upon this amusement park
full of thoughts and dreams,
you see unique makeup upon each face,
different clothing upon each body.
In this sea of teeming life,
nobody remembers you.
Three shots later, you're sitting in the corner,
stubbornly reciting a song of youth,
listening to it dissipate amongst the crowd.
Nobody notices as you whisper a shaky toast.
One to the midday sun, one to the moon,
show me that path of light
and dispel the smoky, toxic fumes.
Let me soar carefree against the wind,
unafraid of ice in my heart and frost over my eyes.
One to home and one to the foreign land,
shield my kindness and help me mature,
so that the road is no longer endless,
so that my soul is no longer homeless.
One to yesterday, another to tomorrow,
support my fragile frame, strengthen my shoulders.
Though I never believed in an everlasting reputation
nor a so-called fairytale,
life is too short to dwell and linger,
so why remember?
Just an uneasy traveler, always on the road,
acting, performing, pretending, never-ending.
A toast to our freedom, a toast to our death,
forgive my mundanity and rip the fog from my head,
because sobriety is insanity,
because when dawn breaks we will all stagger away,
indifferent.
Natural things are rarely smooth
or flawless as they appear on the surface
Smooth fur on skin and curve on wing
are rough and jagged underneath
Push back against the grain shows true texture within
reveals bristling hairs and quill barbs of feathers
It's the grit within that shapes us
A pearl is smooth but inside is a seed of grit
We need the bumps knurls and gnarls to grip and hold
Slick things slip through silky wet and wanton fingers
Most natural things are rough at birth
Stones and gold nuggets are fractured rough at source
They're smoothed by wear and tear of sand rubbing in streams
Babies are smooth at birth but age roughens them
Humans grind away all day at nature's roughness
seeking perfection in shiny smooth and faultless
Blissfully they're unaware that
it's the faults flaws texture and roughness within
that glistens shiny the pearl
It's the bumps and gnarls outside that knurls the grip
I wake up to pure chaos
The pure chaos of my mind
Struggling to get out
Struggling to be heard
A jumbled mass of characters
A mass of jumbled mass of words.
I struggle to make sense of them all
To put them in some sort of rhythm
To have them say something meaningful
Something with a purpose and a reason.
I must have something inside me to say
Or these words would not come to me at all
There must be a reason they come to me
Why they come to call.
I want to make some sense
Out of all these jumbled words
I want to be able to communicate with them
I want my inner voice to be heard.
And so I try to settle the chaos
The chaos of my mind
I try to find some solitude
Some veritable peace of mind.
I go to find my pencil
and some paper
and my empty chair
And I start to write the meaning
Of the words I wish to share.
These words are a gift from heaven
Sent to me from above
Flying in unheralded
Of the wings of a white dove.
All of these words might scare someone else
Anyone but me
But I know there is a reason
for why they were sent to me.
And so I sit and begin to write these words
To formulate my thoughts
To put them down on paper
To seek the meaning that I have sought
To tame my chaos and create a thought
And so I begin to try and write
These beautiful words.
(January 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,