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Even if tears run down your cheeks and struggle to dry,
Even if your thoughts wander in search of a loving past,
There still remain the memories of each day that everything can recall,
Scenes of love that often overwhelm you despite the sadness.
Even if the days are sometimes a path of distress and pain,
Not losing your footing, returning to life hurts — you must let the veil fall.
Even if you’ve lost the desire for celebration, for being king or queen to others,
Learn to live again, write letters of your finest thoughts to the stars.
May they become messengers of unique moments offered to the beyond.
Lay down your arms and let yourself be carried by the wind, a breath, a breeze.
Nothing fades, like a dust of the universe sprinkling our steps.
Let yourself be cradled by a spring of life so the wounds may heal.
Sometimes still you overflow with pain and your heart is sorrowful.
Soothe your soul to let the most beautiful moments take flight.
Tame this darkness to offer the brightest face to your loved ones.
Keep rays of sunshine in the hollow of your hands… Even If…
Joël Charvillat.
Every step I take
disappear,
every sound I make
refuse to reverberate…
Does it mean?
I’ve stopped existing
does it mean?
that I’m not of importance?
What happened to?
the promises made,
the pact that we’ll
do it together?
Is it null and void?
Was it words written
in the sand on the seashore,
only to be washed away
with the first signs of high tide?
Don’t you know
that it’s not that easy to forget
that it’s not that easy to pretend,
that we were once inseparable,
So I walk around in this labyrinth,
more bewildered,
but in anticipation
for that day…
That day my footsteps
will remain,
for that day my voice
will reverberate again….
Form:
Here is where my story begins
I live as a ghost of the past
All that bloodshed
Cannot be stopped
Flowers bloom
A flutter of hope, awaits us
Our future is determined by fate
The forest calls upon me
All that responsibility
weighing down on me
Follow the trail
A pretty flower is awaiting at the end
It blooms under the moonlight
That cold breeze
Sweeping through the wind
Look up at the sky
That red hue creates unwavering beauty
In the darkness it blooms
Forever destined to be undiscovered
Memories make me cry
As they come back to me
Tears rolling down
That hurt gaze
As I’m held by a leash
I’m a shadow of who I was
I can’t say no more
I'm too dangerous for the world
Trapped in a never ending dream
I forever remain
I pray to survive
That secret remains of who I am
I fade away
to that dangerous gaze
I'm a flower that has withered away
Come to bloom from hate
I fear no pain
Hold my hand
Until the end
You don’t get it
I’m fading away to this disease of human nature
There’s no ending to the flower’s reign
It’s like a countdown that never ends
I am like a ghost of the past
Born to be free
I rise from the ashes forever awaiting salvation.
Is that enough?
If
we win,
we feel glad.
Ill-luck is faced,
the losers become
sad and disappointed.
Either winning or losing,
Nothing is permanent in life.
Let's realize this amazing truth.
Then we can remain joyful forever.
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Date: 15-02-2022
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A Tribute To Carolyn
Hop scotch, skip a rope
Swings and slides she pass upon
A few bouncing balls here
A few there
Her field of dreams
Longed with poetry
From a page to a book
From words to a poem
The first ink lit her house
From top to bottom
From room to room
Her upstairs being her crux
So star bright, shiny and humble it was
In her garden there's budding roses
Just yearning to be
Those blossoms grew for all to see
Those twinkles in her eyes remain with me
We look back at Carolyn's life
With a tear, but a happy tear
For she had a very productive career
In closing she was a lioness at heart
So filled with joy, roam and pride
She looked after her PS family
And touched each, and everyone of them
connie pachecho
8/17/21
The heart of a warrior
By Michelle Morris
20/08/2023
Never underestimate
The heart of a warrior
The wild one who remains free
Undaunted by societal norms
Never underestimate
The change that can be made
By one determined person
Guided by light and love
Never underestimate
The potential of a soul
That spreads joy and peace
Uniting the greater whole
Remain wild, remain wild
Remain free, remain free
Go where you will
Follow Gaia's Spirit
This world will try to tame you
This world has people in grey
We are not meant for concrete jungles
Wearing dismal attire for sheeples
Hiding behind concrete walls, glass and steel
Hiding behind mainstream media
Access to unlimited knowledge
Yet choosing mediocrity and mindlessness
You cannot force enlightenment
You cannot force the good
You can only set an example
Of the best way for humanhood
Everyone has their own path
Each of us has a choice
Anything is possible
If we can learn to use our voices
Change for future generations
Won't happen if we don't act
By standing up for what's right
By learning and understanding
Never underestimate
The heart of a warrior
The wild one who remains free
Undaunted by societal norms
Never underestimate
The change that can be made
By one determined person
Guided by light and love
Never underestimate
The potential of a soul
That spreads joy and peace
Uniting the greater whole
Remain wild, remain wild
Remain free, remain free
Go where you will
Follow Gaia's Spirit
© Michelle Morris, 2023
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Away far away
I can see my dreams
When they rise to kiss
Your morning beams.
Away far away
Are your Golden Rims
But I can smell the fragrance
In your light and in your beams.
Away quite far away
Are the Mountain peaks
I am climbing
To reach and to touch your feet.
The rocks are hard
And the journey too difficult
May be my body is tired
But not my soul.
And I am moving and walking
While Singing my Songs
To reach near you
Some day O' My Dreams.
And I am moving and walking
While Singing My Songs
To reach near you
Some day O' My Light & Beam.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th Aug. 2013
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Through wanderings of dreams that simmer beneath closed eyelids,
A man chose to remain silent, waiting in vain for vibrant moments.
Wrapped in the warm cocoon of faded security,
He saw life turning down a different street, laying out its crimson carpet of fear.
Chained in the comfort of complacency, he watches time come and go,
With a deafened heart, imprisoned in his cage of stifled aromas.
He did not bring his heart to the realm of embracing courage,
And life, a silent messenger, passed him by with dubious promises of unbridled potential.
The garment of freedom was offered to him, but he left it in the pouch of uncertainty,
Afraid to soil his feet in uncharted, boundless waters,
For his pillows were stitched with threads of tranquil judgments,
And he chose to live his days as a second shadow, in unordered fields.
What is life, if not a courageous waltz among the stars,
From where you can witness the dance of asteroids without touching them in the distance?
He remained on the edge of the forest, where pale light seeps through the bars,
Filled with sorrow that tomorrow does not come to rescue him from the webs of steel, from the shore of procrastination.
He lived at the crossroads of the unspeakable, watching the world's carousel in haste,
Silenced by the echo of footsteps that refuse to step into the unknown,
In his restless heart, he gathered excuses like ships that refuse to escape,
And the vastness of life became a mirror he dared not let his dreams wander, shattered.
Oh, that pitiable man, weaving his days from faded expectations,
With a blind soul and broken hands, pawning in the courtyard of priceless security,
What did he do but wait for the second wellspring of goodness that forever remains silent,
Life passing him by, like a phantom ship on seas of eternal, insatiable solitude.
Sometimes when you hit the hard rock
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You must bounce back
Never leave without a tough fight
That’s the correct thing to do. That’s right
Always remain calm, positive, valiant and defiant
The sun, moon and earth are incredibly resilient
Never stop fighting until the last breath
Eat and drink well and protect your health
Your heart is beating for a good reason
Regardless, please enjoy the new season
Do not give up and never stop living
Keep on fighting; the sun is still shining
Many times when you hit the hard rock
Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! You must bounce back
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
I never really minded the species that inhabited me.
I had especially taken a liking to man, however.
"I'll take care of you.", they promised.
I believed it--
We became interdependent, inseparable.
He relied on me, and I relied on Him.
I gave Him food, water, and air, He gave me towering buildings that grasped at my atmosphere.
It was perfect;
Until it wasn't.
As time went on, man began cutting down my trees for the pages to write their own stories with.
Their tales will be woven between my pages, ink stains the skin I shed for Him.
And with my help, their stories will thrive.
Remain utterly, completely,
timeless.