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Hey You
Most importantly. Happy Mothers Day to all of you mothers!! And to the fathers that for one reason or another try to fill that place in someones life.
I also want to say I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the times when I'm late in responding and I know there's been times with good intentions to come back and respond later. And it never happened. I'm sorry if ever there was a time it crossed your mind that I think too highly of myself because in truth you will likely never be more wrong in your life.
Often times my struggle is a silent one and it centers around my own self worth. And honestly sometimes I feel completely unworthy of the comments and the praise for my poetry. And yet. Like many of you I recall every mile I ran, walked or crawled to get through hell to be who, and what I am today.
Still. I've a ways to go. But you are helping me get to a better place. Each time you take the time to comment or reply another thread of an unbreakable bond is put in place. And I know the same is true of me. I promise to try to do better and please never doubt what you have come to mean to me in a short period of time.
Lastly I was asked if Edwin C Hofert is a pen name or if it's my real name.
It is my real name.
And the best part of me is what I found here at poetrysoup.com.
You.
First Love...
When you care about a person more than yourself.
It is an important time in everyone's life,
whether it's a high school sweetheart, or love at first sight.
Maybe you never loved a soul until a mother's given birth,
when your life has created another, can reveal your true worth.
Love for oneself...
is it ignorance, or self pride.
A glance in the mirror,
beauty sought with your own eyes.
A feel of self worth, full of courage and wonder,
Loving yourself shows your heart is ready to love another.
Love at last....
Futures reside on the patterns of the past.
A soulmate searchers and finds its counter part...
....happiness at last.
The final resting place arrests the soul that's stirred to ponder
Unlikely calm, untimely psalm shall with these spirits wander
Now your tomb no more the gloom of morrow's peril pending
The will you brought, the peace you sought herein has found it's ending
I cannot summon up the scale, the cry, the wail, of this sad tale
Where you in desperation drew that final fatal vision
Sunshine graces all that my eye falls on in this vale
I search for hope that we won't follow on the sad division
That led us to the precipice where looking down on others
Would lead us to the place where we would choose to fight our brothers
Hope has many colors, complications, aspirations, and rebirth
But let us hope... lest it should die... along with our self-worth
What wonderful and frightening imaginings time has dealt
in having lived these years and seen and felt,
decades plus of sadness, joy, and laughter,
fear and love, unhappy happy ever afters;
First came the dreams,
rising out of poverty and self-worth upon this earth
then the early crawl and fallen steps growing out of birth,
distrust and hate in skirmishes after a world at war
when soldiers, fathers, and sons sadly gave their lives
for freedom to reign as their world's prize
suddenly in the shadows filled with innocence
power mongers hold still with lies at will insolent;
the people struggle, live and die, laugh and cry
as louder voices wield the reins
and steal the freedoms gained
does history ever change?
Rising up over your fears,
Swimming through your private river of tears
The path sometimes seemed so steep
Relying on the strength that is hiding so deep.
Trying to rise and move beyond the past,
You stood fast.
During times pressing you down
Kept your head up and didn't drown .
Didn't get lost in the frown.
The struggle was real ,
It is valid, how it is you feel.
Standing with self worth, this new found pride.
No reason for you to hide.
while reaching for your star,
You have came so far.
time may of passed you by,
How it seemed to fly .
During the learning years
you have earned them tears
Accepted your fears.
Behind , lies much sorrow.
Now time welcomes you , into
tomorrow .
You abused me physically and mentally,
I believed I was everything you said.
I thought you had my back totally,
But my belief in you was hanging by a thread.
I was locked in a mental jail cell.
you were a warden of abuse,
our union together was pure hell.
You would often say I just blew a fuse.
Your vicious attacks tarnished my self worth,
that I constantly questioned my birth.
When I finally got the strength to leave ,
I sabotaged relationships like you wouldn't believe .
Because I was still in a mental prison of abuse,
you remained the warden of my life.
I gave up on relationships and said what’s the use,
my life with you was pure misery and strife.
I hated you right down to the core,
my hatred for you was never a bore.
Until someone shared the good news,
of Jesus Christ, I had nothing to lose.
I accepted him in my heart on that day,
he represents love and forgiveness.
By showing us how to live, he paved the way,
he walked in love and kindness.
He forgave me for all that I had done,
and it felt really good .
I accepted that the victory was already won.
I took my power back, like I should.
I felt free and no longer bound,
therefore I was able to stand my ground.
I had no choice but to forgive you,
and I am no longer sad and blue.
In that moment I took my power back,
I didn’t stress over what I lack.
I want to share my freedom with others like me,
so they in turn can be totally free.
Inspired by the “Healing Power Of Forgiveness.
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Note* I made some changes to the original poem due to contest requirement. I am most happy with the original version. Let me know what you all think.
10-30-17
My poetry reveals a lot about me
I feel many know much about me
I am 50 + married housewife, female
(Many think I am a male)
Lost my mother when I was ten
My father when I was thirty-one
I have a 14-year-old school going son
I am sensitive to sufferings of others
I go out of the way to help others
About myself, I don't bother
I am a lover of nature
Watch with excitement all living creatures
Bhagvad Gita is my favourite scripture
It's thoughts have moulded my poetry and nature
I am scared of dark
Want to be physically up to the mark
I am introvert,
I lack self-worth
I have no worldly desires
I seek salvation, end of all desires
I stay in Thane, Maharashtra
I love my country - India
25.07.2021
For L MILTON HANKINS, THIS IS WHO I AM
Myriad desires
that our heart aspires
manifests as dreams
subconscious mind streams.
We wish to possess
objects to progress,
to enhance self-worth
for our time on earth.
Not all dreams are met,
like a Boeing jet
or a fancy yacht,
so we’re in a spot.
We never forget
what we did not get,
thus this repression
causes depression.
Rise in a jiffy
is always iffy,
so feeling hemmed in,
we resort to sin.
Our misaligned heart
is where cravings start,
until we be still,
accepting God’s will.
Silence then the way
that makes earth life play,
head-heart hand in glove,
suffused with God’s love.
Once ego’s no more,
as of old folklore,
love blows us a kiss;
we reclaim soul’s bliss.
06-September-2022
Irony an underdog in the high stakes of worth,
Slippery in it's anonymity,
Invisible to those who don't see its threat,
Dangerous to those affected by its hypocrisy -
Wielded by the powerful,
The oppressors secret weapon -
The weaponisation of indoctrinated control,
Of the ignorant and wilfully blind
Privilege defies the moral constructs of a biased world,
Irony takes place with the intention to control,
Based on the ideologies of the false superiority of the white man,
To control the world’s view of the black collective
A way to keep the oppressor at the top of the chain of social hierarchy
To fuel their crippled ego of self worth -
To seem better than the average black person,
To hide their desire for our blackness,
The one thing that is uncolonisable
Irony and hypocrisy go hand in hand,
A powerful duo, allied to the white man
A business venture benefiting of the downfall of a people -
They are threatened by,
A capitalistic greed used as an excuse to uphold racist policies,
And to keep the black collective in a constant state of povertous situations,
To continue the cycle of racist rhetoric and targeted propaganda,
A way to continue the biases they spew, with fabricated ‘facts’
Despite it not being the truth, but in return it coddles their insecurity issues
Lately, I've cut away hectares of tumors.
That engulfed confidence, happiness, self-worth, and well-being.
With surgery, a bit of the good stuff was sacrificed:
A few shallow laughs, some adventure, and mostly harmless mischief.
The mirror is filled with scars of the heart, excoriations of spirit.
Along with other, yet-to-be-discovered damage.
Though somewhat deformed, I like my new look.
I feel tiredly refreshed.
The scalpels are dull and quiet for now.
There's work to be done.
Some of the newly homeless tumors are mentoring new ones.
I'm no fool and fully aware that I'm also a tumor to others.