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What should I write on Thanksgiving Day?
I don't think I will write about Thanksgiving
But I will write about a heart not be thankful
When you look around you
And you don't see what you should be thankful for
Are you sure about that?
Are you sure that the life you have is your own?
Are you sure that everything around you is your own doing?
Are you sure you can claim whatever it is
and not be afraid that you would not do the Giver justice?
Before you go on your own dandy self
ask yourself "how did I get here?"
Did I come by accident or in a dream
Or did you come because of other people put you here?
For example, your parents
If it wasn't for them, you wouldn't be here
Your teachers and everyone that has ever imparted it to you
Your fellow human beings
If it wasn't for them, you would be in a life of confinement, solitary
You would have no one to talk to
Your mind would shrivel up with nowhere expanding
Your companion and the persons you are close to
You would have no one to confide to
and keep you accountable and grounded
Your feet would be in the air
Because that is where you will land - on your bottom
You would have nothing
Because everything is made by God
- through the people like you and me
Don't discard what God did not discard
Don't be so quick to throw everything away
Here today, gone tomorrow
The life we have is not our own
You heard them say
But do you believe it?
Do you think you can last a thousand years?
Do you think you can outrun others
with no heed of a higher power
who can make or break you?
Do you live what you sow?
Or are things all just random?
There is a higher being
And He is God
Give thanks to the Man
even though you know it not
Give thanks to the teachers
even though you learned it not
as you keep learning
Give thanks to the man downstairs
who delivered you flower
Ahh who may that be?
Give thanks to the schoolgirl
who made your day shine and bright
Give thanks to your spirit man
who keeps you out of trouble
Deliver deliver
And never stop deliver
You are here today
And that is a difference
Let's make it worthwhile
And deliver your mark
Shoot
In poetry, love and wisdom intertwine—a heartfelt love poem can carry profound wisdom, and wise reflections often touch upon matters of the heart. ????
Psalm 90:6
in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.
When my heart returns in seclusion,
I uttered these words to myself,
Give it time, be wise, embrace self-compassion
I must put myself first, I must, I must,
This time around, I don't want to walk away,
Taste only me, make love to only me
Reflected only in my space.
enchantment leads to my dearest delight
enter my soul before the break of dawn
A dream within a dream according to Edgar Allan Poe
For our morning blessing/
Happy or sad, our morning salutations/
There is nothing more appealing
Then seeing white undershirts and white teeth
as it captures the youth of innocent,
falling in love, with a cub, half my age,
A trickery of unfocused emotions bearing down.
I can see no flaws,
I see only what my heart allows,
Trembling lips, both top and bottom
gazing into those eyes of witchery illusions
Just this once, just feed me, just enter my soul
This frigid northern cold, the Africa heat rises:
Who will bless this union?
When it all fades like leaf
All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.
Let me love you for now,
Let me smile, while you smile,
aloud me, to accept you,
as you enter my soul
Summary: This poem weaves love, wisdom, and introspection. It invites readers to embrace self-love, navigate illusions, and seek blessings amid life’s impermanence. ????
The inspiration behind this poem lies in the interplay of human emotions, the ephemeral nature of existence, and the search for meaning. The poet grapples with love, self-compassion, and the complexities of relationships. The references to biblical verses and contrasting elements (such as northern cold and African heat) evoke deeper contemplation. Ultimately, the poem invites readers to explore their own hearts, desires, and vulnerabilities. ????
Clinging to the edge feverishly, knuckles whitening viciously, hanging on to you, hands gripping you tightly, letting you drag me along, this crumbling road, this winding path, made for two. Frozen, still as a rock, I need your soothing words, I need your endless help, your eccentric eyes, to lead me along, climb me out of this vast ditch, this hole I've carved out, dug myself into, for I'm lost, battling the fog, playing the game, but I'm wandering through the spooky forest alone, losing myself, losing my mind.
I'm sinking and I can't climb out, of this quicksand, of this trap, I need you to reach in, grab my hand, and pull me out, out of this dark and compound place, where I've sat, where my insides have melted away, disintegrated into the unforgiving smog.
I'm burning up, my skin is blistering and welting, seared from the waves of flames. I need you, to carry me out of the fire, help ease my wrenching wheezing and coughing, help ease my pain, soothe the wounds that have battered my body.
I'm drowning in the ocean, in a Sea of my sorrows. As my lungs collapse, as I close my eyes, as the final bubbles of air escape me, I drift off, fade away, down into the gravelly sand. I need you to dive deep, deep into my darkest nightmares, my coldest memories, and find me, bring me back, convince me to come with you, journey back, and live on. I need you to drag my above the waves, give me a chance to breathe, to splutter and cough up the ocean, cough up my sadness, and get rid of those evil and haunting ghosts, those devils that torment me.
I'm stuck, I'm sinking into the abyss, glowing red as my skin, hair, and eyes shrivel up and turn into a sooty black, and I'm suffocating in my despondency and despair, in my waves of gloom. My heart is aching, for I need a partner, need a friend, to keep me rising, flying happy and free, to keep me floating and treading through my dejection, and to keep me temperate and clement, far away from being roasted and cooked alive in my anger, in my rage.
The sidewalk crumbles beneath the weight of digging hands
Hands that are trying to find a meaning in something that has no such
And in the mist we can only see what we want to see because we are only ourselves
If only things could be a certain way; the way that is always pictured
Sad to say that the picture is not framed, but withered and torn at the corners
And sometimes, it’s only best to say goodbye and throw it away
Although it is not wanted, it will always be because life is disordered and hypocritical
No one helps with the fight, but only the distress and rage
It only takes so much to look inside and find what you have forgotten about
All one need’s is the courage and power
Not time
Not desperation
Not reason
Can you hear it? If only life were as simple as the sound of rain
No worries
No fear
No loneliness
Can you hear it?
Listen
Listen to the rain
To life
But the rain always brings out the worms, when the rain is gone
They shrivel up and dry out
Maybe they can’t find their way back to the dirt
Or perhaps they would like to end it too
And the wind sweeps me off my feet, just the way you wish you could do
But you sweep nothing but the dirt off the floor
In the end we were still alone
Still left to cry unheard by anyone
We were still left
Still alone
Sometimes you have to understand why others say goodbye
No one shows up to the movie of our lives
Only because the marquee misspelled our names
Our faces go unnoticed, unfamiliar
Even to the mirror
Yet we still play the film
Where I want to be the damsel in distress
And you the hero, with the happy ending
But we have to remember…it is only fiction
My dear, prepare to sink
So don’t hold your breath for long
Because we’ve been going down all this time
Don’t look so surprised
It was only to be expected that this time would come
Sweetheart, it’s time for me to go
This is a good time for you to learn how to say goodbye
And keep it in mind
February 18, 2009-November 24, 2009
Teach me how to cry
So that when it hurts I may be able to untangle what pain lies between the angles of my arteries
I want to excrete what is obsolete
To pave way for the exit of that which makes me incomplete
I want,
To never hold on to what could have been
Or what I imagine with crippling confusion may somehow... become
Rid me - of inexplicable intrusion
The kind where I can not comprehend
how a piece of entice consumes my insides only for it to shrivel up and die before my inner eye coincides with my mind to make sense of why the though of it was so intense
Give me the wisdom to reject pretence
Let all that is not meant to be leave me
Fill me with the kind of something it takes to embrace what is real, even when my perfectly constructed fantasies are hot on its heals
Give me strength
To no longer just inhale to survive
Teach me how to breathe so that I may find release on those days when even a sigh is out of reach
Share with me what women were given to thrive on those days when the heaviest clouds burdened skies and it seemed,
That even heaven had fallen deaf to her desperate pleas for a little bit of sunshine
Hand me, my generous dose of what its take to make women smile on those days when the knives in their chests pierced the very place where they're faith was set to emerge
Where, the pain was so fierce that each time they heaved they're bitter tears were met with a lukewarm sorry at best
And when my heart is left in pieces
Guide my soul to where His peace is
I pray for my dreams to never shut their eyes or hide
I pray that nothing ever beats me cos I never tried
I pray that I find truth where reality lies
That I may learn to sift through the dirt and discover, what little bit of bliss is mine
Tell them I did it
Tell them when possibility was no longer revered I was the one who pushed beyond fear
Tell them that I will dream until the oceans reject the streams
Tell them I did it
Tell them I dreamed
I can't be thinking of what others think
I have a life to live
Or do I?
Should you always think of what others think?
You can't afford to
If you always think of what others think
You would be crippled - literally
You can't move
You can't talk
You can't think
God did not make you like that
He made you autonomy
That means you think for yourself
Do for yourself
And ultimately please yourself
You can't please God
You can't please others
You would surely fail
The only one you can please is yourself
Because you are reasonable
perfectable, tolerable
Only to yourself
Actually every word in the dictionary
that ends with able
That is who you are
You are so above all things
- irreproachable
That only you would know!
So please yourself
That is the foremost
You can't please others
And surely you can't please God
Because as God said
"All of us have become like one who is unclean,
and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags..." (Isaiah 64:6)
"We all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away" (same verse)
So you see you can't please anyone - except you
And if you can't please yourself
That is when you run into trouble
You would be so miserable
Not because you can't please others
But that you can't please God
Because God is an extension of yourself
God comes first
Don't get me wrong
But if you are not happy
No one is happy
- not even God
God did not make you like a robot
sacrificing yourself
in order to please Him
God made you whole
- a full person
- full of life and feelings
- full of capacity, probability
- full of spectra of tenderness
- whatever you are capable of
God made you so
So don't deject, reject, eject
- the one person
who can ultimately bring happiness
to you
That is yourself
So don't, okay?
You need you
I need you
God need you
Find out what you want
And go for it
God won't mind
Overwhelmed
Sometimes it feels like it will never be OK
It goes on and on and on
Darkness creeps in and you cannot see the light
Prayers seem to have fallen upon deafened ears
Does evil continue to win?
Destruction and injustice prevail?
If only I could run the universe and cause evil to disappear….
There would be no abuse or hurtful words that fracture a spirit
Goodness would always win and peace would surround us like a blanket.
Poverty and hatred would cease to exist
Hunger would not be permitted and…
All would have enough
A father could not destroy his son with words that crack his soul
A mother would never cry for her broken, addicted child
The broken and the walking wounded would have hearts healed by love
A thief would stop dead in his tracks and think again
Illnesses would shrivel up and no longer wreak their pain
Little children would keep their innocence
Freedom would reign
Colour, size, language and race would never even matter
The burden of these evil things must be so much to bear
The weight of evil and broken choices would be too much for me
I wake up to another day and the light comes creeping in
Hope arises like the dawn, cautiously...
Prayers continue and chip away at mountains like a persistent hammer
These tears will some day end and give way to a grateful heart
I couldn’t take on the universe
I can barely handle me!
Let my light become brighter and let me be the change that I seek
I shall leave the universe to One who never sleeps nor gets weary
I pray for strength
To face another day
I pray to change the atmosphere and love without bounds
I pray for mercy and understanding for things not understandable!!
I pray for grace for all these things, this day!
Grace Daub August 11, 2020
All around is the soft pt pt pt of text messaging
Abriviated conversations in silent offerings
On and on in secret codes the droning fills my ears
They do not realise what it is they should all fear
Evolution lurks behind each gene and chromosome
Adaptation in nature has always filled the holes
I see the coming shades of man birthed in technologies womb
Soon even the mighty pen will see its own doom
For man's fingers won't need to grasp something so cylindrical
In fact all he'll need are thumbs to pad and wax lyrical
No need for blue tooth stuck behind your ear
Once you are birthed, a microchip goes up your rear
In fact man's ears will all but fade away
Noise vibrations will be absorbed through the thumbs one day
All of man will dwindle down into just two thumbs
To pt pt pt on a pad to converse with everyone
Our eyes will become squinty slits to better see the screens
With zoom in lenses that pop out to better see the scenes
No movie theatres, cable, sattelite or Net Flix
It all streams to the pads grown into our wrists
With a turn of the cuff and a gentle flick
Our two thumbs pt pt pt to call up a menu list
See a show, text a friend, order pizza in
Which might be a problem, cause of the state our mouths are in
Years of non use, or over use by some
Has caused it to shrivel up as a prune from a plum
Just large enough to stick out our tongues
at the very thought that once we thought we had won
But give nature a chance to over take new science
and the pt pt pt we hear all day will be mankinds silence
For the contest, Talkin' Technology
Sponsored by Natalie Fllikkema
Placement: 5th
Ode to what’s been lost
Discarded Protocols and broken treaties
that were of our past
what things we’ve lost and might not gain again
why no one spoke or took refrain
We had come so far to keep us sane
we had a compass to keep us steady
to make it clear what’s right and wrong
why or how we’ve turned away
I do not know but hurts us so
What made us great and stand so tall this was known to all
but now we’ve changed and lost our way
from black abyss behind its summit peak
tortured in the name of terror behind a dying flame
who we are and how we’ve changed this must come at last
We must decide and hold our egos pride
we must ask what were going to be
men of Sparta and of war
or democracy freedom and law
Words can loose their meaning and shrivel up and die
when there turned upside down
reframed for plunder destruction and fear
how can we be clear
I saw her columns crumble Corinth and Doric
a little of the world was lost its heart light beats low
and saddened nights in somber days of grey
In spirit they beheld though grief and joys were few
to go against the wind of times blinded by the sun
or in the spirit they beheld will memory fade away
or set a new of a destiny yet seen
We have experienced a lot in a short period of time.
to consolidate meaning from experiences and be open
to finding our way, try to be objective and critical.
truthful to feelings within oneself and expressing them .
to share them with others can I hope be healing
Running away
Like Moses to the wilderness
For years at a time doing nothing at all
Not knowing what we do, we dare to repress
Our Peter Pan fantasies and our vagabond dress
Screaming to no one, the nomads we are
Shan’t ever grow up, we’re children
Now and forever, but we get old regardless
In the wilderness of a long lost continent
The content of our ignorance
Binding us well like we’re under a spell
Of youth in the outside and nothing left inside
We race and we age and shrivel up and die
The wilderness the world beyond the window
Backseat of the car, mosquitoes dead upon the screen
Looking out and dreaming that the other side is green
But our parents forbade us and so we continued
To break their laws and form a land of our own
With no laws at all and never understanding
To plan it all and think about objects and owning
We fight it out and kill our own
Children with guns in the wilderness
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I don't normally like to explain poems, however, this is a bit of an odd one.
When I was really young my mother used to read to me. I loved Peter Pan and I often
thought how amazing it would be to be in Never Never Land. To almost rule myself and be a
Lost Boy. However, recently I got to thinking that it wouldn't have been so great, it
would have turned into an almost Lord of the Flies existence. So that's what I tried to
really show.