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We have four grandchildren in our life and we love they came our way.
We remember when each was born…as if it was yesterday.
When they were merely babies we held them in our arms
and through the years we’ve been enchanted and captivated by their charms.
It’s fun to look back wistfully to a time when they were smaller
because over the years…we’re not sure when…they’ve all grown so much taller!
We use to kid with them when they were younger…oh how the kids would fuss
When we’d put our hands on their heads and say…
“You’ll never be taller than us!”
Well…the first grandchild grew taller than Nana years ago,
followed by the second
then the third…
and Nana smiled as each one overtook her…without saying a word.
But the other day, reminding us how time often passes in a blur,
Nana noticed our youngest granddaughter is now looking down on her.
Nana, who once carried all our grandchildren easily across the floor
in the blink of an eye, or so it seems, is shorter than all four.
(I probably would be more sympathetic to Nana…to this growing reality
If I didn’t realize that all too soon…they’ll also be taller than me!)
Of course we know that’s the way it goes…the way the years are supposed to pass
still in our wildest dreams we never expected…the years would pass so fast….
But as I see Nana and our grandchildren now standing side by side
I have to smile when I think how much we’ve enjoyed the ride….
So the fact they are taller than Nana…
is not something we bemoan
because we have enjoyed every minute
of every hour
of every inch
that they have grown….
When I suddenly lost my loved one,
Despondency and despair took control of me—I felt like I couldn’t cope;
I had no one to help me heal or alleviate my anguish,
I eventually turned to alcohol and dope.
I knew these were bad choices,
But at the time, I felt that they helped ease my pain;
The miserable feelings of hopelessness and failure
Overtook me again and again.
Ultimately, I lost everything,
My job, my family, and my home;
Hitting rock-bottom, I suddenly realized I was destitute, distressed, and all alone.
Wearing dirty tattered clothes, on a busy street intersection I stood,
I felt degraded and downcast while holding an old cardboard sign;
Asking…begging…and pleading for any spare change,
I felt humiliated as the drivers looked at me while they waited in line.
Very few really acknowledged me,
And those that did angrily gawked and stared;
I felt so much embarrassment and indignity,
It hurt me deeply to feel as though no one cared.
I never thought I’d have to have these feelings of upmost shame,
That I would become one of society’s outcasts, a nobody… an unseen;
Lord, on bended knee, I pray to You…
Please help me turn my life around, so that I may feel happiness and peacefulness and all of the good things in between.
NOTE: My poem isn’t about me personally. I wrote this for the people that are in this particular situation.
Before mankind evolved on Earth
or mammals roamed the land
t’was only bugs and dinosaurs
that God had ever planned.
But monkeying around one day
he thought he’d have some fun
and made a man to pass his time,
thus mankind had begun.
But boredom overtook him
nothing changed within his land
so he thought I’ll make a creature
that I cannot understand.
That way I’ll be surprised each day
by how this creature plays
and my boredom will be over
and bring interest to my days.
He named this creature women
but he didn’t get it right
he forgot to give her reasons
why she wasn’t always right.
So God or Man or creatures
could not ever prove her wrong
and now universal language
shares in woman’s nagging tongue.
Its not that I’m complaining
cause it would be just in vain
and anyhow my ear holes
really couldn’t stand the pain.
But my God if you could ever
see your way to tame the shrew
then I’m sure that man would turn from her
and start to worship you!
Ivor G Davies
Those New Gods
evacuate the violence
simulating patience
they were once created
to guide us, they overtook us
snapped our heads off
every time we thought of violence
Those New Gods
came to reconcile us
with the act of servile silence
we lay down let them take us
like we were beacons
hearts captitulated in black boxes
without god heads or sirens
Those New Gods
with voices like cured codex
placed us like cellos
between steel tight legs
we were smaller violins
our bows vaccuous and vain
crushed on Love
from the Tree
we were plucked
divineless
Candide Diderot. ‘24
In a time when the oceans drank up the land
and kings ruled the earth by the warriors hands
The souls of millions embellished the battle
Minions in armor mounted and saddled
Death came swiftly with the swing of the blade
Children forged in blood the way real men were made
Weakness and fear were trampled into the ground
and the clashing of steel overtook the battle cry sounds
but as time goes on needless to say
the warrior is no longer needed today
I see only cowards being portrayed
Vessels without honor where emptiness strays
The definition of man has changed completely indeed
but the warrior remains the last of my breed
The warrior remains........... remains in me
I am the warrior
I was in a bah humbug mood this year
When the exquisite beauty of a gold ornament overtook me
She walked me into a world of snowflakes and tinsel
Sprinkling hope and joy into my feeling mainstay
Reminding me that Christmas can be more than Santa
It was impossible to stay bland or mean
When she was in the room twinkling with Christmas spirit
Angels must have fashioned this one;
She was unique, a quintessential reminder of joy
Happiness shoved anger out of my head
I rubbed my fingers across this delicate ornament
Feeling the Christmas tree, stars, snowflakes and such
With every bauble, dip and edge, hopefulness manifested
Chasing away all of my former blues and woes.
I sit here drifting back
Since I heard the devastating news
Brad your gone, can’t take it in
Fight to stay, overcame you
My love for you will never die
You inspired me , more than you knew
Ten years ago in my brokenness, losing my mum
I was walking home, work sent me home
Sobbing my heart out, I met you, can see it clearly
Your smile, your kiss, your hug, your comfort
You took my hand we sat on the bench
Yup, one near Tesco’s store
Lovingly you gazed into my eyes
Said Dotti your a very special person
Loved by many and loved by me
Brad thank you for all you did
It is all I needed to cope with my great loss
I moved from kendal in January to Coniston
I so missed bumping into you
Missed your beautiful smile, your tender hugs
Brad your eyes danced with love n joy
I saw you fight many a battle in your head
You were amazing, simply the best
A role model for your beautiful nieces you loved
You loved your family so much
At times your demons overtook you
Made you kick out your family
That wasn’t the real you
I knew you loved them so deeply
They loved you deeply too
My heart goes out to your dear Mum
She’s an amazing warrior too
You were so proud of her, she won her fight
I remember day you told me how proud u were
Well my dear friend Brad, dedicate this to you
Fly high beautiful Soul
You live on in all our hearts
I see you when a robin calls
In the rainbow in the sky, after a storm
May God comfort all who are mourning you
Forever loved, never forgotten a legend
At peace now pretty boy
Lay down your sweet head
On heavens shore, in Jesus your safe
No more struggling, no battles in your head
Not goodbye Brad cya later pal
Fly high with angels to guide you
On a lonely dark night, I was awakened from
my sleep.
My house was really quiet and you couldn't
hear a peep.
I heard a mysterious noise coming from the
attic.
My husband was on a business trip, I was
about to panic.
I quietly got out of the bed, grabbed a flashlight
and a bat,
I tiptoed nervously up the stairs; slowly opened
the door and saw a rat.
I thought he was the culprit, but I turned
around and saw a hideous creature.
Fear overtook my whole being, darkness
concealed his every feature.
Then all of a sudden, he moved swiftly, and I
felt a piercing in my chest,
Was it curtains for me, and was I about to die
from an unwanted guest?
In the far distance, I heard, "honey wake up."
rise and shine, buttercup!
Prince: Being in a place of unrest is rather confounding to the nature of the location when others describe the environment. For our person of the scholar’s cloth there lies the stone of fire and the pillars of the traveler.
Krishna: Pillar one teaches the person how they should live. This becomes a journey of looking into different states (beliefs) and applying them as living principles.
Prince: The dropbox of common dogma for one is not needed for the other. The dogma is detrimental as it denies the words of the Son. The dogma states about networking but destruction is the key to understanding when they apply their beliefs. They have been the classical, and modern Moral Orel’s in society.
Krishna: Pillar two is about standing for knowledge and learning to see people from the Locke perspective with the understanding of Maslow, Adler, Freud, Erikson, Spinuzzi, Bacon, Copernicus, Galileo, Pratarelli, Weber, Mohammad, Yeshua.
Prince: The knowledge pillar is the most critical to finding the answers to everything that is a problem of conformity, social disruption and foolishness. Maslow spoke about the hierarchy of needs in humanity. Siddhartha Gutama knew about this and called it Nirvana. Adler believed in holism as an understanding of the people. Tony Cassidy would write about this in 1997 from an environmental perspective. Everyone else would use the mind and universe to answer questions about our place and actions in the grand tapestry.
Krishna: Pillar three is about the knowing of the Self and not relying on others for the interpretation of the Self. Hearing the words of others should only be heard and not a full rewrite of the person. Not everyone will like the speaker as they choose to live in their excrement.
Krishna: The stone of fire is the love, dedication that helps them endure everything. It is the embodiment of Odin’s eye, the blood of the divine, the tears of those that can never be quenched by only one person. The stone is the testament to those that have been part of the journey. It tells of those that have betrayed the scholar.
Prince: All of this was learned at a place called Easy Place, where everything was a central hub that nearly overtook its name to becoming the ‘Forgotten Valor of the Soul.’
Krishna: The other pillars are of a different time for the traveler and of other statuses.
The nightmare came again
I froze in fear,
Praying that the dark wouldn’t notice me,
Barely breathing,
Too afraid to look round,
Rigid,
I held my breath,
Sweat beaded on my brow,
I waited,
Prayed,
Seconds felt like minutes,
............
Instantly the fear came over me like a gut churning sickness,
It knew I was there,
I didn’t need to know how,
I could feel it,
I tried to run but my legs were stuck,
Like they were in slow motion,
I summoned all my strength but still they barely moved,
I felt the impending hatred,
The fear closing in,
My panic grew,
My eyes widened,
Every muscle in my body strained,
I screamed but it was barely a whisper,
Despair flooded me,
Dread consumed me,
Submission overtook me,
Then nothing.
My nightmare won this time.