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The pressure seems to build inside,
With the endless tasks and duties,
The heavy weights I must stride,
The perfect grades and tidy room,
All the chores and practices galore,
The heavy yoke of "shoulds" and "musts",
Weigh heavily on this core.
The darkness creeps within me,
The tiredness that seems to never end,
All the hopelessness and sadness,
The thoughts that logic transends.
But I will fight this battle,
I will not give in to fear,
I will find the strength within me,
And know my worth is clear.
I am more than the grades and tasks,
More than what I do and make,
I am loved for who I am,
Not for the paths I take.
So I will lift my weary head,
And stand tall against this tide,
For I have worth that nothing,
Can diminish or deride.
I will fight and I will win,
This long battle within my mind,
For I am more than expectations,
I am love, hope, and kind.
Balloons they float
Across the sky
In rainbow mood
Excessive high
Intruding birds
Like cloudless thoughts
With do's and don'ts
With musts and oughts
Above the trees
Rooted, they cheer
They dream of floating
Far from here
The gusting breeze
Can guide your joy
Away from ground
That can destroy
The brightest hopes
Of friendship's love
Enduring winds
Of push and shove
But bright the sky
If dull the heart
The journey home..
Yet, first depart
From dreamscape fields
From comfort clouds
To launch away
From chains and shrouds
The freedom of
The endless blue
Of eyes and skies
So pure, so true
We are all looking for the one thing to inspire
We are all on the same path, different stops waiting for the universe to conspire
embedded in our souls from the birth of our understanding
The want, the wish to be great, self-made breathing exorbitantly in our surrounding
The mistake we make is living in other people’s values
So we strain ourselves, give up our dreams and put up the same statues
Our individuality becomes transparent and we become programmed with the rest of society
Lost are the adventures so incredibly needed, packed away is our variety
We are all unique yet the same
The same yet different levels of the game
We need to climb out of the narrow minded cardboard box
Instead of being what’s expected, be the exception, don’t be the sheep choose the fox
I see my life like a black and white photograph
So much detail, it’s all about the experience instead of living by the graph
I choose the inspired path, I need to live instead of exist
I will run instead of walk, fight for the thrill and search for the experience, always I shall insist.
Stand on the edge with me and tell me the magnificence your eyes bestow
Fee the adventure and thrill sweep through your being as through your hair the wind blows
So the choice is yours, live in the box and follow the tiresome trends
Or throw away the I musts and give in to the I want to’s be the definition and decide where it ends
~ Practicing for an address
at our local senior center ~
I stand before you today
with no magic words to say
They complain: We're older, slower; our ceiling's lower
Instead of glistening, at times we glower
Yet like fine wine that's aged just right
we have experience, knowledge and insight
that more than makes up for loss of speed
'coz sure and steady wins the race, indeed
So, whatever you do, wherever you go
just strut the stuff that smart folks know
Honesty, integrity, reliability -- they're the musts
that combined with punctuality win people's trust
Employ those relationship skills that have helped you thrive
Go have the time of your life ~ You're mature and alive
Inspired by Line Gauthier's Poetry As Legacy Contest
Not an Entry
So I believe in many things but i also believe in not many things.
I believe that there are people who come and go in and out of your life to teach you something at that exact time that you needed them to be there, positive or negative it doesn't matter you learnt something from them. I've learnt that hate and resentment even the holding of grudges is like poison, it can take hold of you and slowly smoother you and take over your idea In a negative way. It's up to you to choice not to hold on to ugly things from the past and deal with them, or choice to forgive and move on. We can't change the way our choices made the past the way it was, but we can choose not to carry it into our today's and tomorrow's, be wise who wants to fill our tomorrow's with doom and gloom before we even get there? Let's choose to draw positive people, experiences, adventures even into our today and worry about tommorrow, tommorrow. Don't worry on what the future brings there's no rules or musts only your own trusts. To trust in your self to make good choices, to see the good in everything and to see the gift around us, what God gave us this beautiful land this place the birds, the sky the trees and the flowers how lucky are we? Why are we complaining? It's up to you, look at the big picture and choose well.
Religion-propped ~~~ toward virtuous deed
I thank my parents’ example indeed
Instilling, imparting practical creed
“Do good works; and such will God bless to breed.”
With that perspective, I learned to do right
Midst litanies of dos, shoulds, musts, oughts-plight
Making me a “nice girl” in others’ sight
Hoping to reach heaven through good works’ flight.
Trying to do well, I struggled with doubts
As to utmost best for perfection routes
Leading to fears and skepticism bouts
When hell’s fury would magnify guilt-shouts.
While questioning religious dogma’s reign
Over search for genuine godliness-gain
Peace I yearned became elusive midst pain
Trekking along hypocrisy terrain.
In my freshman college days, Christ I met
Through a divine encounter He did set
Redeeming my soul, paying my sin-debt
Quickening me for spiritual outlet.
Assured of heaven through my Saviour’s grace
Not by man’s religion of good works’ brace
I'm granted eternal life, sealed with love-lace
Pardoned to enjoy blest freedom faith space.
Toward spirituality Scriptures claim
Such is what my heart perseveres to aim
Worshiping the Lord Whose name I proclaim
Jesus I trust with His mercy-filled fame.
Propelled by the Holy Spirit, I strive
With the great Almighty’s goodness to thrive
Serving well, not through vain religious drive
Grateful that in HIM, I’m truly alive*.
*Romans 6:11 Likewise reckon ye also yourselves to be dead indeed unto sin, but alive unto God through Jesus Christ our Lord.
May 22, 2021
3rd place, "Religion or Spirituality" Poetry Premier Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 5/22/2021.
Optimism pranced up and down in hip hugger bellbottoms
Joy resonated from those who wanted peace not war
Gratitude basked from the corners of those who had not been drafted
It was 1969, and we were in our youth, full of confidence.
Emotions ran high; the Viet Nam grayscales were ruining our news.
We decided to buck the old ways, and begin anew, accepting everyone
We did not adhere to the absolute musts of the fifties or sixties.
We wore love beads and Nehru jackets, and smoked pot in cities.
In our hand-embroidered blue jeans which had not been washed for days,
We hitch-hiked to the promised land of California, or to New York City.
We were full of idealistic ideas and ideals. We were the youth.
We knew more than we had ever known in 1969.
MY CLOUD by JOHN G. LAWLESS
I don’t remember asking…..
yet I am still hearing a babbling brook
of mindless chatter rolling pebbles
through my ears and across my mind.
Noisome, acridly scented, sounds,
a Charlie Brown like… wah–wah-wah
droning in the background of my life.
“You can’t say that!” “It might offend
somebody – somewhere – someday.”
“How can you even think that way??!!!”
“Don’t you care how other people feel?”
“Do you have any feelings at all for them?”
“You can’t do THAT!” “WHAT WILL
PEOPLE THINK!” “ Didn’t you see that sign?”
“Why can’t you just follow instructions, do
what you’re told, believe that we are right,
that WE know what is best for you?”
“If you ate less there would be more food
to feed the hungry.”(Yeah but then I’d be hungry.)
“If you drove less there would be more fuel
for others to burn and fewer emissions.”
(How the hell does that work???)
“If you would only follow all the shoulds
and musts then you’d know the reasons
why you should entrust the future of the
planet, the diet of your kids, to those of
us entitled to pry off freedom’s lids.”
“Every voice is equal when every voice
is heard.” (That could be said of cows
and sheep and noise within the herd.)
“What is it that you want?”, they ask
in obvious disdain and shudder when
I mention my First Amendment claim.
I wish that those who speak their minds
would allow me to do the same without
their constant reprimand “that I should
be ashamed”. When I speak, and write, and
act in a manner that I choose, I shouldn’t
be belittled by the puppets of the fools.
I do not need the politics of food, sex,
and lies, nor special interest groups that
see only through “their” eyes. I cannot
be an island, so I choose to be a cloud -
sit above the melee of “their” ever
spreading shroud. Therefore, the
conversations may be ended by
a verse, a substantial update
from the “islands” brutal curse
as I, in karaoke style, sing a
sixties refrain aloud:
HEY! HEY! YOU! YOU!
GET OFFA MY CLOUD!!**
**The Rolling Stones – Get off of My Cloud(1965)
John G. Lawless
5/30/2015
So you are getting on in your years,
Don’t be a misery, or lonely or shed tears,
What is important to you,
Think carefully, see things through.
Think, who you are, first and foremost,
Don’t mess up your life and make it toast,
Exist, and become one life, one soul
Don't dig yourself a hole and become a mole.
Don’t complicate things, go with the tide,
Whatever is thrown at you, let be in your stride,
Challenges, culture, passions and much more,
You have understood that life’s a journey, oh lore!
It is a puzzle, the pieces are finally coming together,
Being unique as every human being is, do whatever,
Relax, go nude if you want, have a child at 40, have a tattoo,
Ignore the ought and musts, enjoy the ride join the queue,
YOUR LIFE, YOUR JOURNEY, YOUR CHOICE .
In the stillness of morning
I can truly cherish
Each sacred moment
As I am all too well aware
That it won’t last much longer
The phone will ring
Everyone will soon rise
The musts and wants awaken
Tugging for attention at my skirt
Come midday I’ll crave
Just one tiny second to myself
A place where I can sneak away
But right this minute
Let me bask in this instant of perfection
While it’s in my hand
And hold this breath of silence
That sways in the morning air as
The sun rises in all its glorious splendor
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on March 10, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE C sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 3RD