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No- one said there wouldn’t be hills on this road we travel.
No-one said there wouldn’t be storms to face along the way.
It is with our will to climb the hills, hold faith to survive the storms.
No-one said we would not be hurt or there would not be struggle.
But we were given tears to cleanse the pain for our heart to smile.
No-one said we wouldn’t be weak or tired with those extra miles
Of the many challenges that life delivers as we go about our lives.
But there is always hope because when we have fallen down
There is still sturdy ground beneath us, for us to stand again.
Time can bring surprises and angels live among us every day.
Those who are filled with love, who care what we have to say.
To show the sun keeps rising no matter how dark the nights are.
Daylight will come again with offerings, a new beginning for everyone.
For what we have been given is a gift of choice to listen to the angels,
To be that angel for another….because all of us fall sometimes.
Heidi Sands
Love makes a family not always blood
Most often relatives do bond and trust
Those they grow with and are born to
But family can be adopted or married into
Family is a blessing especially when strong
Talent and character often home grown
But even when separated due to life chance
Bond still felt by family welcoming open hands
Sometimes family experience some drama
Things happen causing turquoise trauma
Yet where there’s love and forgiveness indeed
Broken can be mended by family unity
If you are like me and experienced abuse
There’s nothing anyone can say of your truth
You’ve only got to be true to yourself
Good family is better than wealth
Despite hardships angst times stormy sea
It’s important to have in life a good family
Sometimes I wonder…
As I read the past poets, great writers,
With offerings of words
Who will ever be, so sweet - they shall not fade.
But, then I read the current poetry –
Modern thoughts with a modern muse,
And I’m sensing that, if we should meet with one,
Who wrote the best, the greatest, the insightful,
We might be sadly pressed… to give these authors,
Our recompense,
Though we never would say the words,
We lack the same reverence, the same awe,
Admiration for those whose gifts…
Aspire to offer our hearts the greatest genius.
Would we recognize, today…
The wonder of poetry that can honestly say…
It will be gathered and assembled,
Collected for the day – when our poetic successors
Read the words that can still –
Still a heart, warm a soul, and bring to readers…
Joys untold, wonders so bold, lingering praise,
For poets who reign in eternal grace,
Plodding away, in complete assurance, that their words…
Shall go down in history, forever and always –
Poetic legends, notorious for their breathless pens,
Their tender embrace – the amazing way they portray…
Lovely lights beyond the poet’s persuasion.
Morning Stroll
Said she to the dog on its leash
while enjoying their morning stroll,
“I could put a treat on your nose
so as for me to shake your paw
and sing softly to your little heart
‘til you can’t resist the urge but to howl.
“Or I could tickle your belly
just to watch as you roll over,
or I could scratch behind your ears
and whisper sweet nothings in them
that we’d share together with the air,
as friends sometimes will do when in despair.
“But no matter where we venture,
with you wagging your tail and nose
to the ground, sniffing at this and that,
you’ll still be on the leash, dragging me home.”
Hey sugar I’m defriending you
The time has come to say adeiu
A long time pal who undermines
the plans I make to change my life.
Sweetly in my life each day
your crystal heart has caused decay.
Lurking unexpectedly
Any chance to ambush me
You’re hidden there in every bite,
Satisfying, smug delight.
Which I regret everytime
I can’t stop, once I taste:
My heart beats
Eyes dilate
I’ve fallen for your sweetened charm.
But sometimes love is not enough
Your honied calI I must rebuff.
Addicted!
I try so hard to give you up
All my life you’ve been there
Pretend to give, but you don’t care
For the chaos left behind:
Rotten teeth and heart disease
Diabetes, swollen knees
Expanding waist,
Bloated face
Your reputation in disgrace.
You have to go!
Your time is up!
A wholesome friend is what I want.
Take your saccharine caress elsewhere.
Now l stand my ground, I’m being tough
For sometimes love is not enough.
Oh!life
You are living
facing uncountable problems
anxieties in your ways
all the time
though
you try to overcome
Sometimes you smile
sometimes you laugh
Hi..Hi.. Hi...
either with pain
or with sorrow
truly or disguising
Binding with in time
You carry me
I go with your foot prints
I watch
I am not only helpless
you too
Do you know?
we are unseparable
born at the same time
both cordial friends
but I am just surviving
Your's grace "My honor"
Form:
Into the cracks of a scripted mind
You will find what lies beyond
It's a collection of misguided thoughts
An a illusion of what was
A charted journey laid out by an unreachable goal
To be accepted for this accepted for me
This reflection of insecurities and unfortunate events
This play in my head
This opera of pain Still screams today
Where's the inspiration in all of this
Right here in my grasps
Less guarded now older still
I search for retribution to an unworthy cause
It takes me back to childhood dreams
Fountains of youth forever full
But yet still not calm
I freefall through my regrets
No solid landing ahead
I seem to be in mobile in a journey filled life
It's hard to comprehend all that I have done
To become this a shadow of what could be
Love is there love is ready but that anchor doesn't let my ship sail
I wish to be free of this worry
This realization that sometimes life can go on
If I just let myself doubt go
The wind knows the course
I just need to trust the direction.
I open my notebook and stare at the page;
Its blankness looks back at me, taunting.
I don’t have a topic or thought to engage,
So writing a poem seems quite daunting.
I think of my day and whatever’s occurred,
Yet nothing has snagged my attention.
To write about nothing sounds rather absurd,
Though “Seinfeld” right here needs a mention.
A show about “nothing” is how it was billed,
But of course it was anything but.
With trivial banter its characters filled
Every episode making the cut.
And so, in that spirit, I’ve written these lines –
A springboard from empty to full;
For sometimes oblivion gives us designs
And we yield to gratuity’s pull.
The cosmos, from nothingness, came to exist
And likewise, the words that I write.
Comparisons naturally should be dismissed
But both needed a spark to ignite.
Life, with your flow, I dance
And with your course, I sway
Sometimes with smiles which help me prance
Sometimes with tears, painfully red or grey
Life, beautiful for the lucky ones
They are the enjoyers, the swans
For me, with faith blooming
And with my youth blossoming
I pine, and yearn, like the Holy Queen
For the love of my years as a teen
Where are you prince charming?
For your warm heart I am searching!
Life is a dance, whether a tango or a ballet
I live it with the zeal of an anklet
When I swirl and fly over mountains
In my mind, I am rid of all pains
My own life, filled with my own strife
Fate shall you be kind to me in my afterlife
If I perform my moves with grace
And give the world a much needed solace?
Placed 6th in the contest
I am progressing and I am happy,
A little bit added here, a touch removed there,
I am progressing and I am happy.
Two steps forward and one step back,
I am still progressing and I am still happy.
The pace may slow
But I won't lose my glow,
Progress is progress
And I am still happy.
But things do sometimes stall,
With progress hard to find at all.
And frustration about to leave my happy mood behind
That is when I have to remember what I have forgotten
For progress to be gotten
And I am happy again.
You can do this too,
If you have a basket or two
For your eggs
Or variety is the spice in your lives.