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Get rid of that false notion...
that life makes us taste its bitterness,
not because we deserve it:
because it builds our inner strenght,
making its wait all worthwhile;
have you noticed the wealth of the achievers?
Scream,fight and complain 'till you're drained,
nothing will be changed by hurling anger...
and instead of looking at the bad side of things:
try a small change in attitude,
or even believe that day-dreams
aren't too irksome to increase our fear!
And the very lucky ones know
that chasing fading rainbows...
are vain dreams deluted by quick storms;
if doubt still persists,rely on faith!
Before you lie wonderful choices,
make the right ones and wait for the outcome!
If trees grow taller by sunlight like sunflowers,
don't they need also rain for their foilage?
So that the banches and ferns will be strong
to shelter those harmonious birds
in those long aromatic seasons,
to entice our senses and claim our patrimony...
while searching for serenity,
to feel as endless as infinity!
In shadows cast by doubt and fear,
I wandered through a world unclear.
A heavy heart, burdened and blue,
But in the darkness, a light shone through.
Kind words like stars in the night,
Guiding me towards a renewed light.
Though few in number, their warmth embraced,
A balm for wounds, a gentle grace.
For those who once made me despair,
I've learned to let go, to mend and repair.
Their hurtful words, like fading rain,
Cannot extinguish the inner flame.
In the company of those who care,
I find solace, a love so rare.
They lift me up, help me see,
The beauty in the person I can be.
So in this journey, both wild and long,
I'll hold on to the love that's strong.
For even in the depths of despair,
Kindness and care will always repair.
so busy with spooky tales
all i hear are screams and yells
comming to realize
how sick these people are
i never noticed
the strange and bizaar
their fantasies are out of this world
come to find out even the little girls
wives dreams of killing there mates
guy's with their minds on killing there dates
which reminds me
turn off that witches brew
theres still more time
it's only a little after two
it's still dark and we have a few soupers left
that we haven't threatened
or scared to death
it's a sad sad world
i spoke of monsters
they spoke of themselves
the mad, the vengful, the perverted
with super human strenght
to inflict torture
as their wills impose
ready to act, ready to explode
to what do we owe the horror of ours
abusive parents, a government that doesn't care
the horror that we could be a victom at any moment
from a bomb, or a family member
the blame
we owe it to ourselves
for being so perverted
Form:
I thought that I had matured enought to have the strenght within me
To look and accept reality
I thought I could look into the eyes of past and accept that it has passed
Old camera i haven’t picked up in months is my only gateway to past regrets and memmories
Vision blured with tears
I can’t get past more than a second of every memory
I used to have beautiful people in my life
i never could’ve thought that I’ll be looking back with tears so soon
I look back at the way i used so be
kind and inoccent
I wasnt as bad as i thought i was
I looked alright and didnt hurt anyone
Now i stare at myself and keep thinking
How did this happen to me?
Within a year I became someone I can never dare to look at
I became something past me wouldve laughted at
Dates on the memories made me want to roll onto the floor
I never could’ve thought that time could be so teribbly unkind
I would give away everything to go back and fix everything
Body trembles
I’m not sure why
I might actually be sick or is it the sickness of the regret that i’ve been avoiding for so long
Can’t i prolong my easy mind for just a little while?
Until regrets of past come to burn me at the steak
One thing i can never understand
How did i manage to ruin everything i used to have?
I miss the people and the places
I miss the music and the dances
I miss the smell of smoke and liqour
I miss the late trains in the middle of the night
I desire only Peace
But I must face the Truth here
He is numbered among them
I look down at the campfires
He is lost in the vastness of their army
His tent is guarded by Warriors when he sleeps
He is such a coward
The thought of being hunted by such a man is a mystery
Like sticks builds spikes
Like words build men up
Look in my eyes Sir
Now I look in your eyes
You are shocked your blood spills out
I drilled you in the heart
And send you to that path in the skys
May you wonder among the stars and never find your way
Thank You great Spirits for the Victory over death
He is coming like a theif in the night
As wise as a serpent as harmless as a dove
Men should always pray and not lose heart
If you feint in the day of adversary your strenght is small
Beware less her words be like an arrow that pierces A BIRDS LIVER
Only the strongest of men are killed by her
My words are from the Master
I did'nt come to bring Peace but a Sword
Look I see a prophet on the streets of New York
Yelling at the top of his lungs the end is near
I look up but the sky is'nt falling
Like that man could ever mess with the best
like my compositions could ever fall beneathe another man
Unless they swoop down to lift him up
Unless i fall to doubt
Like God ever favored him with better words
Better composed-Better said
But never spoken till he read my dictation
And it inspired him
It raised him out the writer's block
That Powers blocked
Like Greater Powers opened and spoke
in many Voices and many Masters
The words in my heart crash down
I see poems wrote from my past life
The hand of the Queen on Her finger the purest Emarld when I kissed it
The Mission I undertook for her
I just suppose it was an erran of Life and Death
A Battle I would of never won without the help of my 3 friends
That are still here to this day
And I rode horseback from post horse to post horse
From Spain to France
And ran the last one so hard untill he fell and blood came out his mouth
A ran up the steps of the Palace in a cloud of dust
And the servants fed me and hung me back in the Queens closet
Believe me or not! I am the Queen's wingman!
Just like One of David's Mighty Men
My Hand is Frozen to the Sword
On New Year's Day I logged in,
to send my wishes to all members
of PoetrySoup, and by chance,
I came across Carolyn Denvonshire's Blog...
she asked for prayers for her injured knee.
I am sending my loving prayer
over the Washington Bridge
with empathy and care,
hoping that it will make
her walk again like before.
This should have been a happy occasion,
but when everything runs smoothly...there it comes
a bad accident or sad event to spoil its perfection;
and as everything else in life, we must cope with tragedies,
allowing strenght to overcome our pain.
Carolyn, so sorry to hear how badly you were injured,
there's no quick-fix, but relief is on your way:
my prayer and empathy for your speedy recovery,
are being sent over the Washington Bridge today;
please choose one of the remedies for a fast healing.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
When you look at the old testament
a tooth for a tooth
an eye for an eye
it was about laws to creat the peace
When you look at the new testament
love thy God with all your strenght
heart and mind and love thy neighbour as thy self
it was about attitude's that lead to peace
Man goes to war
and God tries to protect
it is not God that creat's wars
it is man
God try's to teach us to live in peace
yet we use religion to creat war
God try's to teach us success
aim for knowledge
do not sit at the table of the drunk
turn the other cheek
if a neighbour steals your vest
give him also your coat
These are the Words of a God
that attemp's to teach you to care
a God that is against violence
a God that love's people
Connecting Meditation: The Hidden Flame
Now let us enter the deeper silence.
Here, the night teaches,
the wounds shine,
and the smallest life becomes a mirror of the divine.
Walk barefoot among the mysteries,
let your heart pour into the world,
and let God’s quiet fire
warm even the coldest sorrow.
Connecting Meditation: The Shepherd’s Way
And now, let us bend toward the world once more,
where the weary come, where the faint-hearted calls.
Here, the faithful soul carries nothing but presence,
and offers every wound,
every sigh, every trembling secret,
as a vessel for Love.
Let us be gentle, yet steady;
let our hearts move without clinging;
let our hands reach without pause;
let our voices whisper the eternal Word.
Closing Meditation: Breath of Grace
And now, let all this settle in the heart.
We have walked from selflessness,
through fire and flame,
to the quiet fold of mercy.
Let us carry this light into the world,
let it fall like dew,
soft and steady,
unseen but everywhere.
Love without self.
Serve without pause.
Be present without end.
And in all things,
let the Spirit move gently,
and let the soul rest
In the borrowed words of grace.
MY SHORTCOMINGS ARE OVERWHELMING - HOWEVER MY STRENGTHS ARE DEFEATING THEM - POETRY CONTEST
I stood there,
...slowly...
I removed my clothes...
you could tell that my date who was
about to see me naked for the first time
was...was...well...EXCITED!
I was worried she would slide off her seat.
shirt?
gone!
sexy...
pants?
gone!
sexy...
one piece
long underwear?
an obvious crowd pleaser
I did not time it
but it was a long time
for her to get over her joy.
at one point I think she stopped breathing
she was definitely moved
there were tears in her eyes
I believe her hysteria was a nervous laugh
she was laughing
hard.
long underwear?
gone!
finally naked
I stood there exposed
the look on her face
was not good,
I am sure I could hear,
a song blaring loudly in her mind
"Is that all there is, is that all there is..."
My shortcomings are overwhelming,
I was embarrassed
I was angry
I wanted to be mature about the situation,
immediately,
instantly,
I stuck my tongue out at her,
my twelve inch tongue,
I think she noticed I could breathe through my ears
her face lit up
once again she fell off her seat
My shortcomings are overwhelming,
both naked I started pleasing her
she yells
"there is a God!"
However my strengths are defeating them.
that's it,
Ok
you can leave now,
Goodbye
excuse me this next part is private,
LEAVE!
17~10~2014
I am entering this write in the contest.
When I saw the title of the contest this came to mind.
I thought humor being my greatest strenght I would
write this in an attempt to overcome my deppression
thank you for the oppurtunity Verena.
Laughter is the best medicine...unless your a diabetic...
....and then insulin...insulin is the best medicine.
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A Turning About
I thought life was an uphill task.Face turned
Towards the West,head bowed I clambered on
And on,one among many,seeking some
Vaguely beheld trophy at the top.
The cuts and bruises from impatient slips
Were all,I thought,sure signs of normalcy,
Till I saw some with unhurried steps,
Unruffled looks that clearly marked them not
Of the race and wondered at their strength.
Invited for a sip,curiously
I went and as I turned cup in hand
To sit on a boulder,lo,in the Eastern sky
Resplendent stood the Sun,the source,the glory
Of it all!And then I understood
The strenght of the softest bud,the measured
Reach of the tiniest twig,the patience
Of the aged wood,the rainbow shine
In a lowly ditch and when I got up again
To climb,it was only for a better view.