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Welcome to the land of butterflys and buttercups
The place where baby unicorns run free
It does not rain here
Nothing but sunshine
sandy beaches
Race with the waves as they crash against the shore
Here the sand is white as snow
Yet it's so soft
So warm
The water azure blue
Dive into the ocean
Let it envelope your body
Wash away sadness
Cleanse you
Renew your soul
Emerge
Energized
Strengthened
Joy can once again be a friend
Dream happy dreams
Fill your land with all that you love
You are woman
Stronger than even you know
The pen is mightier
You are a poet a creator of worlds
You determine what you see
You choose your joy
Let imagination fuel reality
See the you that you are meant to be
Dedicated to Colleen Bono
Check out the Science of Happiness by Shawn Achor on UTube
Submitted to You Are Beautiful Contest.
If there's something to be learned
from this hurtful situation is to think hard,
avoid judgement to stop harsh words;
even the crazy thought of changing chords
to a song that sounds beautiful
and make us feel so wonderful!
When our anger breaks out
we are no longer
kind to each other,
only two idiots in a fight!
Suspecion breaks up hearts full of smiles,
they are two stranded ships in high seas
and once they sink all hopes are lost:
we'll regret what we prized the most!
If there's something to be learned,
another reason to rust each other again:
whatever doubt we have must be erased
to make way to a better situation.
Whose love seems perfect, ours isn't;
who seeks perfection is in for a delusion,
so let's follow the road to redemption!
It's too strange to avoid every kiss,
thinking it felt sweet on red lips;
we see other kissing in shadows:
no desire is stronger than ours!
If there's something to be learned
from all the madness we've shown:
is to trust each other more and go on;
we would be happy and not a bit bored!
Somebody daughter
If you can't threat her right
Let her go
If you can't love her
Let her be
She don't deserve your pains
She don't deserve to cry
From your brutality
If she is not what you need
Tell it to her
She will understand
She might be your helper
At last if you are honest
So if you can't threat her right
Please let her go cos
She is somebody sister
She is somebody else need
She is somebody daughter
Somebody daughter
No man get young forever
So be wise earlier
Don't learn to be brutal
On your spouse to feel stronger
No matter who the man is
He is empty without a woman
No matter how proud a man is
Am sorry to disappoint you that
He was born from the womb of a woman
So please put down your ego men
And be respectful to your women
They are the power you got
They are the source of your growth
They are the energy you need
They are your sisters
They are your mother's
They are your daughters
It cost nothing to be kind
To women
Believe me you will love them
Better when you are humble
To them
They are lovely
Yes women are beautiful
So if you can't threat her right
Please let her go
Remember
She is some one sister
She is some one else desire
She is somebody daughter
O Benjamin,
Since the seventh of October, you have marched—
Through flame, through silence,
Through lullabies silenced beneath dust.
Still you cry terror,
But the world sees toys buried beneath broken walls,
And mothers clawing through stone for names once whispered at night.
You say Israel wants peace—
Yet sow salt in every seedbed of it.
How can peace be born from phosphorus fire?
From drones that hover like vengeful angels
Over the cradle?
Do you not remember the ghettos of Warsaw,
Where your ancestors once prayed for the sunrise?
Now, under your command, Gaza becomes
The graveyard of the innocent—
Children with no flags, only wounds.
And you, America—
Bearer of democracy's mask,
How many genocides must you cradle in silence
Before history files its charges?
You support the hand that strikes,
Then cry self-defense with blood on your lips.
But if your throne crumbles tomorrow—
Who shall carry your sins?
What allies will bury your guilt?
O Netanyahu—
The world cannot be bent by iron alone.
The more you crush, the more rises from beneath:
The will of a people,
Stronger than bombs,
Older than empire.
You struck Iran,
Hezbollah,
Houthis—
As if the earth has no other voice but yours.
But every empire that believed itself eternal
Now lies in dust,
Its statues eaten by ivy and time.
This is not war.
This is enterprise.
A market of misery where power is currency,
And peace is the product withheld.
Yet mark these words—
Justice is patient,
But never blind.
A reckoning walks slowly,
But it always arrives.
And when it does,
The names you buried
Will rise to meet you—
In the court of conscience,
Under the sky of truth.
THE CURSE OF THE LOVED ONES
Three bears witness in the patio of love:
The loved, the unloved and the extinguisher.
For some, quite inexplicably,
It's a song that fades untimely or premeditatedly,
For others love is simply lost,
And it could also be found even just for a night
The intoxications of him who has a hole in his pocket.
And another, it is the crudest kind;
The one that almost kills it victims,
It's the unrequited love.
Most stories are about those who fall in love with each other
But how about those that fall in love alone?
They are the victims of the one-sided affair,
The unloved ones but loved ones,
The wandering walking wounded -
Handicap of the advantage of a great parking space.
Unlike the ones who keep saying:
'The right person will come' (I think a truck hit yours)
Whereas, bypassing the available and harmless "signpost",
Then becoming a cursed Cupid;
Those who despite the pleas of conscience
And despite my sacrifice & heroics -
I broke my ribs to make a pen,
Write long lasting lovely lofty letters,
Rip off my flesh to make a paper
And took out my blood to make an ink.
I never forget a face for free besides femmes fatales
But I make an exception in your case.
Though it takes a strong heart to love,
It takes a stronger one to continue to love after its been broken.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2014.
I don’t have a drinking problem
I drink til I get drunk
Then I stumble home
Where I live all alone
And I diddle my own junk.
I don’t have a drinking problem
The problem is you see
When I am sober
I look the world over
And the world has a problem with me.
So I go to the neighborhood bar
Start with a whiskey and beer chaser
Every one of them that I belt down
Acts like a problem eraser.
All my troubles disappear
Then I fall off of the stool
I don’t see
What the problem can be
So, what’s the matter with you?
I don’t have a drinking problem
I drink til I get drunk
Then I stumble home
Where I live all alone
And I diddle my own junk.
I don’t have a drinking problem
The problem is you see
When I am sober
I look the world over
And the world has a problem with me.
So I go to the neighborhood bar
And put down a pint or ten
Soon all the old biddies there
Start looking beautiful again
I start flirting with the ladies
Must of’m older than me Mum
Then I pinch all the lasses
Upon their big asses
And get tossed out on me bum.
I don’t have a drinking problem
I drink til I get drunk
Then I stumble home
Where I live all alone
And I diddle my own junk.
I don’t have a drinking problem
The problem is you see
When I am sober
I look the world over
And the world has a problem with me.
So, I go to the neighborhood bar
Where I drink all day and night
My beer muscles start growing stronger
And I go looking for a fight
My slurred words start the trouble
My pushing eggs it on some more
I get punched in the eye
And in my reply
My face hits on the floor
I don’t have a drinking problem
I drink til I get drunk
Then I stumble home
Where I live all alone
And I diddle my own junk.
I don’t have a drinking problem
The problem is you see
When I am sober
I look the world over
And the world has a problem with me.
It only hurts when you let it. I used to be the living example of the words to Shania Twain's song: "It only hurts when I breathe." I'm becoming stronger. I need to be. It's called self-preservation...and I need to survive.
It only hurts when you let it. Will I be liked by everyone? NO! That thought in itself used to KILL me. The need to please and be liked by everyone would make me unable to say no to things people would ask of me. I didn't want to lose face. I didn't want to disappoint. I didn't want to offend. I'm still like that....but I'm working on it.
It only hurt when you let it. What others think of me....doesn't define who I am. It used to. That related to my poetry as well. I'd try to write what's kosher. In particular, my sensual writes were and are a source of torment at times. Judgementalism still stings. It only hurts when you let it.
Yes, it only hurts when you let it. I will TRY not to give anyone the satisfaction of bringing me down through their criticism, prejudices, and yes, even through their neglect. If I'm not read or congratulated or applauded, I won't let it get to me because it only hurts when you let it.
This is a big step for a sensitive soul. However, I'm taking that step. I'm tired of letting it hurt me, but here's the thing: It only hurts if you let it! :)
Eileen M
Someone should tell the truth
Wake up wake up
The night is done
The sun is risen again
Dont be so long in the dark
Is time to live my friend
Please tell the truth to the young
Let the young know about themselves better
Help them grow with love
They need a better legacy from us
So save the innocent minds from corruption
Help build a better future for
The young must grow
Yes the young must live
So spare them lies of the old
Tell them all the truth they need to know
Show them how to face a cold world
Give them the chance to be
who they chose to be
We need a better generation
So please who ever you are
Please tell the truth to the young
Wake up wake up
The night is done
The sun is risen again
Dont be so long in the dark
Is time to live my friend
Please tell the truth to the young
You can't save the world
With out savings the young ones
We are the eye they got
Cos we adults are needed
To help grow their mentality
So were ever you are
Be a good mentor to the youth
Let your existence be part of the reason
They become stronger and better
Be a good idol to their development
Be one of the good kind that they live to never let die
This can only be achieved by the truth
So I urge you all good people to
Please tell the truth to the young
Wake up wake up
The night is done
The sun is risen again
Dont be so long in the dark
Is time to live my friend
You and I
Were once two trees–
Two budding saplings
Placed too close
To grow together
An Upstate transplant,
My midwestern limbs,
Opened wide to hold you,
Casting too much shade
On your bright canopy
Your restless, nascent roots
Still longed to wind and stretch
Beyond my sturdy trunk,
And deeply drink
From cooler earth
And so we said goodbye,
Shedding our early leaves,
As I was suddenly uprooted,
And carried west
To my native range
Countless signals fired and died
From our maturing foliage,
As we battled blizzards, bugs, and blights
Growing taller and stronger
With each passing year
But as the seasons came and went,
And we both grew apart,
We kept the warmth
Of a sun once shared
Etched forever in our bark
Until one day we were tall enough
To see each other from miles away,
And felt the pull of an old apricity,
Willing our boughs to reunite,
And share the forest together.
I prefer to be called Jan … only my mum calls me Janet
Makes me feel like a naughty child and I am never naughty!
Just started writing poetry last year
Aims to try and make you smile
Now I have the writing bug and I never want to stop
All I want to do is learn about writing
Loving my new found creativity
Life experiences recently have made me stronger
I don’t try to pretend to be anything I’m not
Self-confidence is at an all time high
Only those very close to me know what makes me tick
Now is my time to shine
The meaning of ‘Janet’ in Hebrew is Gift from God
So who am I to argue with that endorsement!!!!
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2nd December 2015