Long Questioning Poems
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A legend once said, "I should have died already...faces..."
So, let's face it
Life can be the best day ever
But life is what you make it
Instead of questioning my blackness, question where my heart is
I know you can't see it but that doesn't mean it is not there
Their accusations race behind and across my back enough to hang me with no nails
So, put the crown on me not to mock me but because I'm a son of the true king
I don't worry about King Kong, Satan either, they got nothing on me
Shout out to Mr. Washington
I'm feeling presidential today
But I got Denzel vibes in me
One day I'm going to have a couple Grammy's with me
One for myself, and one for I
Speak it into existence and the future you will see
Confidence is locked, but you are the key
So, leave behind your doubts, fears, and let them get brushed up like leaves
Leaving to a new location carried by the wind, and no this is not the end,
But this is so dope I could just stop here
However, my story is just starting, and you have barely opened the book
So don't judge my cover
I'm a shooting star you can't blow my cover
Because this ending is better than happily ever after
They hate to see it so the distain comes in waves
I love it because it motivates me and proves these words are not just a one-time thing
This is poetry so no one hit wonders, but pay attention because if you miss something these words will make you wonder
Don't get lost wandering through life looking for purpose, it's not hiding
Your eyes are just closed, and no I don't need a third eye to know
Psychology major so I know common sense is not common
Like the saying goes
Mac Miller told me, So It Goes
I'm so dope I could be a part of the most dope family
Couple of books coming soon and I'm not even the goat
p.s. yet...
I’ve seen children…young boys…walking arm in arm
their faces in identical grins
I’ve seen them laughing….playing, hugging
without questioning the different colors of their skin…
I’ve seen girls and boys walking together
I’ve seen them playing…climbing trees
without questioning their different sexes…
all so young
so innocent
so free.
I’ve seen young boys walking hand in hand
I’ve seen young girls walking this way too…
never thinking that one day there will be people
who think this is taboo.
I’ve seen children walking united
I’ve seen how their love is strong…
and I’ve also seen them being taught
how these feelings might be wrong
Which makes me wonder…
when it comes to how to love one another
If we are searching fro the truth
perhaps the answers can be found
In the wisdom of our youth.
Always lingering just beyond the realm of hurt
Emerging against whispers of the heart
Appearing against its hesitant pleas for caution
Showing up when the heart advices not to
Flourishing amidst uncharted moments
Thriving amidst an unexplored territory
Running away from problems unencountered
Unwanted eyes wide open
Witnessing the undesired scenes unfold
Crafting smiles amidst sorrows grasps
Severing ties that never truly existed
Enduring sleepless nights, questioning why
Does it trouble you to surpass the rest?
Elevate, unleash your untamed spirit, don your smile,
For it’s the essence of being human
Making occasional missteps in choices
An open invitation to amend and rectify,
And restore harmony once more
"I've seen medicine that breathes life into stone" - Shakespeare
A wet-eyed med-student was roaming the hall earlier. She’d lost
her mind around the half-hour mark of an oral assessment - whether from the questioning or the expression on the examiner’s face - it happens. It’s designed to happen. We must handle pressure.
On break, she’s was an absolute squirmfest of emotion - trying to look part of the linoleum and not meet anyone’s gaze. She’ll be ok, until the next professor, having a bad day, picks her apart for sport.
But tears dry fast under fluorescent lighting. I gave her a smile that tried to say ‘Come on, it was just a bad moment.’
She’ll probably go home and watch an episode of ‘the Pit’ to remind herself why she signed up for this masochism and maybe she’ll post about it with hashtags like #KillMeNow and #INailedThatRespiratoryQuestion.
By Monday the feels will have passed like bad weather and she’ll paste on a smile. Future doctors aren’t quitters. Later, she’ll laugh about it with the kind of laugh that means it’s not funny yet, and this weekend she might weaponize her trauma at some rude guy in a bar
- it happens.
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A song for this:
This Is How We Do It by Montell Jordan
Hurricane Waters by Citizen Cope
I look for a definition to a meaning for my pain
My lack of self worth and self esteem
I have traveled these brutal seas of fake change
The direction worked then but my compass of thought was way of course
The streams they seem all the same
Lack of trust lack of happiness
The essence of me not so pleasant
I look in an unforgiving mirror each day struggling to exist
Its like am i caught in this current of relapse each day
Questioning everything i am and want to be
I ponder past decisions past explorations
Discovering only the same wasteland of emotion
I try to speak i try to make sense to me and everyone around
It appears strange and compromised
The words i want to say come out better sometimes on these pages of time i write upon
Its seems i am conflicted with in my own being
I wish to be better in all i take on but it turns more into chaos than anything else
How does a man better himself if he believes he could never be excepted in his own eyes to exist in any realm of happiness.
This poem was written at a time (many times) when I was questioning my beliefs - my version of what my life should be. I took a long walk in the woods near my home and saw this one tree, these words came to me instantly. Maybe not the best, but it helped me sort through things at that time.
A tall tree stands in the wood
towering over everything it could;
its giant size tells the tale
of many a year surviving a gale
The trees beside it stand in awe
of this one so high, avoiding the saw;
the shade it provides gives protection
for creatures running in every direction
Its mighty girth is humbling indeed
from starting out as one lonely seed;
to grow and grow by Nature's light
and reach the heavens, is pure delight
O' tree, O' tree with your majestic size
tell me the story of how you did rise;
I want to know so that I can take
that same straight path to Heaven's gate.
For "The Tree" contest sponsored by Constance La France.
By: George Aul / Written in 2009
Why I don't watch the news
When I look out of my window I see a peaceful oak tree , a little Robin, a magpie , a rook , a crow and flowers of lavender filled with bizzy bees ....the sunshines through my window and I feel its love and the sun inspires me .
When I turn the box on I see death, despair destruction lies corruption and it really makes me feel quite ill and I am questioning the tV license and whether I can keep paying that bill....
I admit I take a sneak on Google and it leaves a sadness always to see as per usual the media launch of assaults on our Royal Family ?
I guess I'll keep looking out of my window to brighten up my day and then all that fills my mind my head are the thoughts of this bright and beautiful play under the spotlight of an Oaktree , I feel the warmth of her love song
a little Robin, a magpie , a rook , a crow and flowers of lavender filled with bizzy bees ....the sunshines through my window and I feel its love and the sun inspires me .
In the beginning, there was Chaos, Hesiod*
of old tells us
then
with the passing of time and the intervention of the divine,
slowly and persistently, the order was established
but
Chaos has not disappeared at all as it is lurking:
into the core of Cosmos-
into every heart
into every mind
and
into every soul
waiting
for the right moment to strike
to overthrow harmony and back to anarchy, triumphantly, us
to bring.
Imperative it is, therefore,
with each step we take,
vigilant we have to be, my friend,
questioning
everything that concerns us-
our being
our dreams
our becoming
thus
advisable for us would be
never accept something at
face value
but
on the contrary, we should, everything that concerns us
in-depth to examine
so,
good would be, suspicion's shield high to raise
for
to protect the inner order that we have so painstakingly achieved,
and
by doing so, to Chaos victims we would
never fall!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 February 2020
* Hesiod, an ancient Greek poet, lived between 750-650 BC, author of Theogony!
[In the UK, the BBC is funded by an annual TV
licence. They offer the viewer plenty of ‘another
chance to see’, but definitely, absolutely definitely,
no repeats... that would never do!]
***
Just one more repeat on the BBC
Which they call another chance to see
Is that what we get for the licence fee
As well as some geezer questioning me
He said I’ll need confirmation from you
That you can produce your ‘licence to view’
I gave him my licence all tattered and torn
He said what is this, don't treat me with scorn
I said it’s my licence from twenty-o-three
Why don’t we call it... another chance to see?
There are people in this world
Who've frozen their souls.
I have come to think of these people
As the People of Glass.
It is what they do best;
Reflect the world without any substance of their own.
The People of Glass are not transparent, of course.
Glass reflects, after all -
They reflect on themselves how we want to see ourselves -
The Success.
The Prosperity.
The self-assured belief their Way of Life is correct.
They make us long to be their friends.
They make us long to be them.
The People of Glass are fragile.
They chip at the slightest
Questioning of character or viewpoint;
They are Dense in every sense of the word,
Compacted, contracted against
The greater world beyond them.
Ah, but they fill in the cracks and smooth out the chips,
Don't they?
They can afford good cosmetics.
The People of Glass
Are smooth and shiny,
Pretty, pretty.
Like tigers' eyes in tall, dry grass.
So are my fears of the People of Glass
The voice of Paranoia?
All I can ask :
Be careful of that too-firm handshake.
Be careful of that too-easy grin.
Even if it comes from me.
And I'll be watching if it comes from you.