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Whatever did I do to wile away my time
Before poetry took over my brain
Walked around staring blankly into space
Burping and expelling methane
Really no direction I was truly a lost soul
The word 'zombie' enters my mind
But now I'm alive and cooking with gas
Rhyming away line after line
Friends all say, “knock that stuff off!”
Love to but my brain is obsessed
Even rhyme when I'm ordering a pizza
This affliction has made me quite stressed
I lovingly remember those carefree days
Before poetry took over my life
I went to the park and did normal things
Threatening little kids with a knife
If you didn't think that line was appropriate
Couldn't find another to rhyme
So don't go writing me nasty letters
I'm really not the violent kind
To end this silliness on an upbeat note
I've ended up here with this group
Met a nice bunch of really friendly people
Sure happy I'm now in the loop
When we speak, I hear your voice through the words! Only a few times have I heard your voice! To me you are beautiful and perfect in everything! Maybe I am a fool for having a passion that is strong and appreciative of your presence!
I would rather be called a fool by everyone for my constant ramblings about you and your compassion; instead of being called a fool by you. Time and distance are only relative to the person, as the Will of God does not see either.
When we met it was under stress by our lives. Two different people stressed by their lives that they reached out in the social media void to speak. Little did these people know that they would connect.
Destiny! There is a future Hope and Serenity that the Whisper in the wind is speaking loudly about!
Amazing Grace! It is the sound that will save the two hearts meant for more than their current states!
You are my Destiny!
A love ‘Smooth as Silk,’ that only music can show
No, we are each other’s Destiny
Even when the conversations are of concern, the Will of God enters into our hearts and opens the door for pure heartfelt communication. Compassion, kindness, appreciation, and genuine love are the minimum of growing together.
I am of the West, and you are from the East. Unlike Romeo and Juliet, we will survive! I am the Beast in the West, and you are Beauty in the East! I am your Beast! You are my Bell!
We are two hearts that have come to see each other as more than just casual friends.
Let me tell you a secret that others will know before you as you read the words and understand them in your own words. Before you came into my life I wanted to give up and fall into the abyss of depression. It was your questions about my daily life and the events in them that brought the light back to me.
You are the Wind Beneath My Wings, and now I am the tree shielding you. Will the future bear any Fruit from us? Only God will ordain it! Let us place our trust in the Divine! Your words have kissed my lips, spirit, soul, and heart. I love you!
He is very smartly dressed
'Sir', you might hear him being addressed
No one would even think he might be distressed
His smile does not hint that he is stressed
Yet he has just learnt his daughter is clinically depressed
At a loss he is, completely clueless
A hero to his daughter he ought to be
To have his progeny look up to him with eyes so hopeless
Unable to fight the enemy now faceless
For he is completely powerless
'Worry not my dear', his wife says
I will be with you all the way
And this dragon for our daughter we will slay
Dead as a door nail it will lay
For I believe in you, she says
With loving eyes he looks at her
This wonderful creature believes in me, he realises
For with absolute resolve in her eyes
Her love, support and belief in him manifests
And with a sigh of relief he hugs her
Inhaling the scent that is uniquely hers
A plan of action he formulates
On how to aid his ailing daughter
Noting the subtle changes in her spouse
A prayer slowly into the sky drifts
For she now knows
That all will be well in her world.
There was a man named Maslow, who designed
a hierarchy of needs for every soul.
Foremost are the physiological.
Without food, water or sleep, we can’t be whole.
The other major needs are in this order:
Number 2: security; Third: love and belonging.
Fourth involves confidence and respect of others.
Are there any of these things for which you still are longing?
Most people have the basics met, but think of refugees
living day to day with lack of food.
And think of all the stressed-out souls in category three,
lacking jobs and family! How bad must be their mood.
I’d say a good majority of us and folks we know
have work and loved ones and a roof above their head.
Intimate relationships and self-esteem
mean that our souls’ appetites are being fed.
Self-actualization is the pinnacle
when all of our souls’ wishes are being met.
Then we are creative, wise, and lacking prejudice,
but I think many have not gotten that far yet!
If more souls could feel self-actualized,
I believe we’d see more peace and much less strife.
But people face despair and get hung up
on basic facets needful for living a good life.
Think about the Hierarchy of Needs.
Are you fulfilled in all of them? If not,
you must reflect on what your soul is missing.
Then do your best to fill that empty spot.
Be mindful, always showing gratitude
for what you’ve got, and savor all the good
that’s come to you! We don’t need all that much
to feel the joy of peace and brotherhood!
Dec. 19, 2022
for Unseeking Seeker's Our Soul’s Wish List Poetry Contest
We have all had to start somewhere
picking up your pen by your hand
putting down on paper as the mind speaks
hoping to achieve something real grand
At first others may think you don't have it
but persevere on in yourself believe
for one day your efforts will bear fruit
at the right moment the seed will conceive
You may have your ups and downs
but ink won't stay forever dry
shake it blow it even spill it
for it must never be allowed to die
Believe in the gift you've been given
stand up and don't let the pen slip
remember it's your personnel ink writer
make sure you hold it's grip
Inspiration will surely come to you
keep the candle lighted all aglow
watch your hand move on the paper
so the ink will for ever flow
(this is based on the following quote:
'Inspiration is like the air, it always free! but deadly expensive when you breathless, if you know what I mean . Someone somewhere could be in stressed, holding their pen hopeless. Will you be the light in the dark?')
What is a health optimizing adventure
appropriate for a co-empathic prophet
of ego/eco-therapeutic peace?
In this dark Advent time of climate degeneration,
When we feel more than just this solstice year
co-darkens to complete,
to tragically end,
When we feel risk
and need opportunities
to heal our entire exterior timelessly dark future,
to heal interior decomposing dusky thoughts with feeling minds
and dis-organically stressed bodies,
to heal climates of sickly expanding universal therapeutic needs
with some unitarian cooperative spices
and some chaotic climate spaces
terrorizing pro-organic persistent feelings;
What is a wealth optimizing Advent
appropriately co-acclimating with all nature/spirit prophecies
for ego/eco-therapeutic restoring justice Peace?
from ego-central
through eco-tribal cooperative Win/Win balance,
Advent co-presence
invites co-empathic listening,
responsive hoping,
active faithing,
everyday love, darkly,
sometimes starkly, enchanting.
Dedicated to My Son, The Bedtime Kissy-Keeper Giver
Like a virgin to stressed messes surging,
I struggled with bridges on parental ridges
when I wore both mom and work britches.
Young years adhered pleasure steered twitches
but grown changes sewed pressure stitches.
I changed to a day and night striving
female getter-doner; an energizer twit-nit
who conquered to-do lists into done bits.
I became every weekday employee,
pay postured towards green seen garnered.
I was more a get-byer than I was a
future green funds keen accumulator.
Nightly, I morphed into dinner’s meal cooker
still dressed in work time's pantyhose stress.
I dreamed of a pajama seamed frame
before next becoming a kitchen mess cleaner,
homework tutor, tub time clean scrubber and
loving night-nighttime book reader.
I found no awakes take was sweeter
than my child’s beddy-bye kissy keepers
and prayed my son’s most precious styled love
would counter the stresses that I was made of.
Caught in a vortex
Gripped by turbulent fingers
Drawing me downward
Panick stricken stimulation
Rushed through my mind
Mesmerized by depth
Of the murky waters
Where rusty relics rest
Capsized. Relentlessly
Thinking furiously
Thoughts radiate recovery
Repose is resistant
Seeking refuge
Trinkets tearing tides
Strung on moonbeams
Villain’s vile venom
Tauntingly summoning
Sublimely stressed
Beckoning below
Embodied by a captor
No subsequent release
Sinking to my doom
Do I dear to hope?
Subconsciously searching
Unknowing of what to search for.
Abject resistance
Will His almighty hand
Pull me free from fatal forces?
Curiously thinking of iced tea?
Would it ease my burning throat?
Lungs laden with water
Wishing to be afloat
Brushed by serpent style tentacles
Creatures of the night
Mystically aglow
Shifting sands swirling
Oozing between toes
Fathoms below the ocean
Perpetual nighttime fears
Frigid wetness chills
Last pearl bubbles escape
Demise is eminent
Whispers lull me
Entering a dream state
Calm befalls sweet serenade
Lilting song of the sea
Sirens mournfully singing
Deception flaunts desire
Cruelly taken greedily
Mercy not an option
Given up to the sea
Is it my prelude to paradise?
The epitome of surrender
Pitch black graveyard
No one to bury me.
THE VEINS and blood drown down by sensational moments -- so medicinal, so medical; are no more unjoyously bullied of those vilest minds. And sipping on modern life; everything given is completely maniacal. When humanity escapes from rough history's decay; running from Life.
Running from headlines, running from complete madness: just where strove the droll god-beasts!
If one finger touched my hand by Love (i'm so sorry i forgot you -- let me catch you to speak) touching hair of your deep pool and smile-did love in other days (fill my heart with chemicals and like all strangeness must be abuse)
Like voices living a dance upon dead minds so now insecure and why, it is love and we can turn life around.
Is Life, stressed out.
:~:
God formed me
He gave me the breath of life
God molded me
my faith in Him is fully ripe
my transformation has already begun
I'm no longer stressed
on the road to a full recovery
highly favored totally blessed
God loves me and for me
He's opened many doors
and as long as I do my part
He endows me with more
my transformation has already begun
I'm no longer stressed
on the road to a full recovery
highly favored totally blessed
It matters not what's on the outside of me
It's only about what's within
and the barometer I use to measure my faith
Is not determined by mere man
my priorities by God
have now been changed
and any challenges I encounter
for me God will rearrange
my transformation has already begun
I'm worthy of being great
for the God in me and the change I see
has made me stronger and straight
my transformation has already begun
I'm no longer stressed
on the road to full recovery
highly favored totally blessed
a new creation in Christ
God had restructured my life
no longer do I struggle
over society's expectations
no longer do I wrestle
with petty frustrations
my transformation has already begun
I'm no longer stressed
on the road to a full recovery
highly favored totally blessed
abundancy, plentifulness
and problem free
that is what God has set
for my destiny
my transformation has already begun
I'm no longer stressed
on the road to a full recovery
highly favored totally blessed