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Everyday we are fortunate to awake
But when you get up
Are you doing all it takes?
To make a change
Are you building a legacy(legacy)
When you walk do you feel it?
When you talk do people hear it?
What do you do ?
Or what can be done?
Are you really finish ??
Have you got what you've been missing
I mean are you just living
Or Just existing ?
Have you got so adapted to the world?
That you have totally forgot
You represent Greatness
And that speaks alot
Am I known for the way that I speak
How can you judge a person
You just did meet
Because my life is not ?? perfect
Does that mean I cant get it together
Dont endure with pain
Life can be clever
When you see me
The light in my heart will glisten
Does that mean im living
Or just existing
Please just listen
The way you carry yourself
Determines what's missing
Whether its self respect or self esteem
You can conquer anything
Dont let anyone tell you otherwise
Fulfill your dreams
Dont let your passion stay bottled up inside
Live like there's no tomorrow
Help when people go through sorrow
Know that with each day things will occur
Live your life to the fullest for sure
Pray each and day and each night
And know that everything is going to be alright
With your purpose comes a vision
Make sure you live it
And not just exist it
Written by:Concetta Hardnett
9/15/2015
Pondering the possibility
Of pavement as concrete garden
Not green but faded grey
Definitely depraved hardened
Even so one lone weed flower
Rises between crumbling cracks
Indifferent boisterous bold
Never shrinking or looking back
Growing even glowing
The blue sky never hides
Hues of rainbows and sunshine
Even the rain washes pavement pain
People are like weeds and flowers
Amethyst hearted unaware of their power
Very much like violets in spring
Elephant ears hear voices ring
Making mahogany men feel as king
Eager to have stroked self esteem
Never mind peace pavement dreams
That wars are won and lost for queens
Let just start and say that I love you
Let begin in my heart just to tell you
Every beat that goes is because of you
Oh, Oh, Lord God
Lord I love you so
Oh
Oh, Lord God
Lord I love you More
Never had a dream come true
Until I met you
Never had to worry bout nothin
Never had had to worry bout missin a meal
Some people around me sufferin and sayin you're not real
Never had to worry bout those ties that bind me
Because I'm free you made me free and Lord I thank thee
Even with the pains of life, low self esteem I fell yet inactivate
Let just start and say that I love you
Let begin in my heart just to tell you
Every beat that goes is because of you
Oh, Oh, Lord God
Lord I love you so
Oh
Oh, Lord God
Lord I love you More
Lord, you're the greatest one of all
You became when you first came to all
Creator of everything yourself and all things, more
And I never had to worry bout things to wear
And I never had to worry bout all those eyes as the people stares
You and I are one and one is all you are
Because I'm fee you made me free and Lord I think thee
Even with the pains of life, low self esteem I fell yet inactivate
Let just start and say that I love you
Let begin in my heart just to tell you
Every beat that goes is because of you
Oh, Oh, Lord God
Lord I love you so
Oh
Oh, Lord God
Lord I love you More
Lord I love you more
written by JAMES EDWARD LEE SR.
11/09/12
from anthology "FALL"
LARRY LaVELLE
i call myself the man
it is not a pick-me-upper
it ain't no do-re-me
it is just the way i feel about myself
i call myself the man
one woman still loves me after 30 years of experience in narcissism philosophy
she just shakes her head and smacks me in the back of mine
then she asks me if i want my eggs scrambled with cheese
i just laugh at her and say 'yes mam'
she smiles bashfully as i check her out like we're 16 again
oh she knows it like her favorite classic movie
i will find out how much she knows it later on tonight
the moral of this poem is....i call myself the man....
STUTTERSTEP STEVENSON
i call myself Bountifully Blessed
i was a bully's dream all through school
from the pulling of my permanaps to the sock stolen from my feet....my story was etched in autobiographical filing
my growth became stunted....until you picked me up and dusted me off
through your smile, i was inspired to grow stronger
from there....i was introduced to a New World through your eyes
as a result, i, stutterstep stevenson, was able to find my niche
look at us now....thirteen years of marriage later....you are still causing me to trip all over myself
it still make you giggle in the very same way
even since then, i left the right avenue of stressed
the moral of this poem is....i call myself Bountifully Blessed
POETIC LEFTY
i call myself unconditionally loved
papa strange had a firm hold on me
put blinders on my self esteem yes he did
unbeknownst to me, my usual appearance in constant continuum was looked at as defiance
i can't be me if i can't be myself
how the hell could i exist trying to be like someone else
it has always been comfortable on my street
every now and then some taggers came along and tried to redecorate
however all surfaced on this block was self-cleaning
the same smile was worn on my face when i greeted the roadblock rambler hello
somewhere down the line papa strange moved on to one more vulnerable and gullible
i prayed for that next victim to the Wonderful God Above
though it may not show in my solo forward motion, i am indeed consumed by unconditional love....
I wish i was her
She is courageous , she is bold
She does not care about the thoughts of the world
Above all when she loves she loves wholeheartedly
I wish i could meet her once more
Like i did a few years back
But is she still there
Or did the bitterness of the world bring her down
She always had a smile on her face
Always had an answer to her flaws
Her tears were almost invisible
But how i wonder how she managed all this
I wish i was her
But what if it was all pretence
Maybe her perfect doesnt really exist
Maybe her courageous self and her loving self are now just mere history
Do i still want to be her?
Is she still the one i admire the most?
Yes, because whether she still exists or not
I want those traits but this time i hope i wont give up
I still want to be her.
SO I CAN’T CALL A DUCK…A DUCK
…..if someone’s PERCEPTION
………..wishes it a SWAN
I cannot write of HOWS and WHENS
for fear of other’s NOWS AND THENS
Nor shine thin light
in darkened space
of demons most
will never face
The sunset now
forever marred
by global warming’s
trumping card
All beauty lost
to self esteem
of mirrors cracked
demented dream
YET CAN I CALL A ROSE - A ROSE
by any other name
walk the ROAD LESS TRAVELED
into this COLD DARK NIGHT
stand alone as poet
NOT AFRAID TO WRITE
John G. Lawless
7/27/2015
Form:
I trusted you-that was stupid!
I was just a kid- you were so stupid!
What's love got to do with it!
I was just a kid.
I was just a kid...how dare you!
Think of me that way-how dare you!
Look at me that way-how dare you!
Touch me that way- how dare you!
You were always dressed in white. (I looked up to you)
You took away my pride. (I looked up to you)
So go on now, do your show of prayers.
Let's see if someone cares.
Every day you taught me well,
Reading, writing and to spell.
Why not teach me to do good?
And YOU do only what you should!
You helped me to climb rocks,
even to put on my socks.
You were like my big brother,
You said "Don't tell your mother".
You taught me to play ball,
Helped me make the team.
Helped me through it all,
You took away my self esteem.
I remember well, that look in your eyes,
Why don't you pick on someone else, your own size!
Only God can help me now, with all my rage,
Find someone else to play with, your own age.
Some people don't believe it, some even blame me too
But God will be the final judge, between me and you.
January 15,2013 revised October 6,2015
Power and Form
Power and form—the two intertwined elements of human existence. Our words, sometimes sweet, other times sour, leave a lasting imprint across the tapestry of humanity. We often say “yes” to please others, driven by our so-called rational minds. But is the life of a poet or poetess more fulfilling than that of a farmer? Are we expressions of nature or mere victims of regimented affiliations?
As unpredictable and impossible species, we roam the Earth daily. Power and form—there’s no secret society (or perhaps there is). Our secrets are laid bare under the watchful eyes of the world. Strangers peruse our family albums, much like they search for emoji hearts and likes to boost their self-esteem in the online revelry. We unwittingly sell our souls to a forceful enemy—jealousy, insecurity, and the curiosity of others.
I celebrate my strength through my mediocre poetry. Why? Because not everyone can compose their feelings onto the screen or paper. Today, I am retired; today, I am free. But some days, even freedom becomes monotonous. Mental fatigue sets in from being so… ??
Looking upon walls of life
Shining beyond the mark
With inspirational decorations
Enlivening treasures in you,
To eliminate doubts around you
And rise to the occassion
When disaster is plotting comeback
Making you winner in the territory
Looking through walls of life
Aching to revive your soul,
Resists winds of demoralization
And unburden yourself spiritually
From secrets clouding your judgement
Making you chase the wind
Becoming endless seeker
Looking onto walls of life
Plotting to overcome every barrier
By finding safety under His wings
Live to lift yourself against all odds
Rebuild self-esteem
And flourish like the ocean
Becoming winner in war against failure
Eternal Destiny
You’re a star!
I’m a mere hidden diamond.
I can’t afford to give you to me.
You’ll go far kid, forget about what we could be.
I am not meant to be your Eternal Destiny.
You would soon be bored, if we ever truly hugged,
And showed each other what was in our minds.
I have you inside mine for the rest of my life,
But you need someone you can truly love,
Not this ordinary guy.
It’s easy to love what you have never truly had,
So play it, never mind.
You’ve never looked better.
The sun glasses look good on you.
I’m still here in the rain wearing my Biffa water-proofs.
It looks like you like your drink at 50% proof,
And I am a tea-totaller, former smoker,
With no smokes to pass to you.
That was the best time of my life,
But my Wife left me, before I left.
I will always love you Ms. Right,
But I am not to be your shining light.
I simply love you... ‘nough said.
I never knew you were so unhappy.
If only you would have shown me,
I would have said “We are family!”
And I’ve got my “Sister” here with me permanently.
Down for life,
Down for fun,
Down for good love
And a friend I call a bud.
I always miss you
And I always will luv.
Those times sure were good,
But then everything changed,
And I couldn’t stay.
I had to get away.
So then you were gone,
And I was in the wrong,
For believing we shouldn’t be.
Who knows?
You could have been the one,
But I never gave us a shot,
So I can’t sit here and bemoan your loss.
I knew you’d go for a song,
But then you went and wrote a whole damn album!
All Killer No Filler, of course.
I hope one day you out-sell Thriller,
And I will still be here smiling about your love,
And writing these little ditties,
With a woman on my on my arm
Still loving those ‘mysteries’
You to me are still a complete mystery.
Oh my girl, you are oh so pretty,
And I am but a dweeb,
With no self-esteem.
I didn’t think you could love me,
When I saw you loved him.
I’m still searching for the one love I am yet to meet.
Still searching for new memories for Easy Street.
The Gardens aren’t so lovely now,
I’ve lost the coolest and most interesting.
Those were the days.
I was so in love!
I sure did have a need for you.
It’s my crying shame we never became ‘Us’.
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