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“Stop pushing so hard”
“I can't take the pressure”
I heard someone say
just the other day
“I really feel that
I should do this...
but I'm pulled the other way”
As if we are caught
in a web of our making
all tangled up
in each others strings
Twisted and manipulated
into certain duties
when our efforts
would be better spent
on more important things
Judging, demanding
not understanding
we all have struggles
we don't always share
And sometimes-
just sometimes
we need understanding
a fragment of empathy
compassion or care
So lean back, stop pushing
stop pulling those strings
and exercise some feeling
and kindness it brings
Cut each other slack
and loosen the tension
for we are all struggling
to just keep our heads
Yes, gently throw down
a few extra life-lines
for we are all hanging
by various threads
Never in the world was there a greater calamity
than those infamous years when they had fought World War Three.
There were cities throughout the world obliterated.
Millions of people’s lives were annihilated.
Only small pockets of civilization remained.
The world as we knew it could no longer be sustained.
Old nations ceased to exist in the new century.
Corporations now prevailed in this society.
Even after the corporations ruled everywhere,
the people would not see the end of global warfare.
Corporate wars took their toll on the population.
These struggles exacerbated the devastation.
The numbers of peoples were grossly decimated.
Somehow, hostilities had to be sublimated.
The corporations would invent an ingenious thing,
a brutal team sport that is played on a banked track ring.
Heavily armored men on cycles and roller skates
compete against each other to determine their fates.
The teams both attempt to retrieve a shot put-sized ball
of steel, and throw it into a goal to win it all.
The action is so intense; the crowds are so enthralled.
This is a deadly game. Rollerball is what it’s called.
Based on the 1975 film "Rollerball"
Hidden views exist, even for the best cameraman.
When it comes to hard labour, I’m incompetent.
The weight I carry, undermined due to stature.
Inside are struggles you can’t capture.
The day of difference unknown, like that of the rapture.
Have you ever had to breathe greatness for survival,
in environments where suffocation is natural?
When you swear to make it,
true love is kept as collateral.
But I’ve seen a king get poisoned at a festival.
I ponder and ponder.
Once a reject can’t be a failure.
If led astray, I’ll drown the sailor,
put his name on my cloth—
told my tailor.
As a reminder, I’ll do anything
to breathe greatness.
Form:
Shallow edged with twigs, and sodden leaves
The odors of the earth, green moss and peat
The roots of quiet trees and rotting logs
The crumbling bank where cattails wash their feet
Where tiny minnows dart with lightning speed
Among the roots where wild ducks come to feed
The very core and essence of the earth
Born of melted snow, and sleet and rain
Of birds who roost amid the tree tops high
And breathe the wholesome fragrance of the sky
Trees that sway and swoon along the bank
Shedding leaves of amber, rust and gold
Like ashes left from burning autumn dreams
To listen, standing guard on either flank
O'er twig and stone, with watchful eyes so keen
While shading coves where angler poles have been
Across it's face, a restless ripple seen
Where tangled grass and weeping willows lean
Upon the shores where struggles soon will cease
This place to spend in nature's splendid peace
Lavender and violet shadows
Whisper across my thoughts
Praying for a poem to compose
From laughing, loving spots
Delicate, delightful dreams
Fall softly on my heart
Pouring from the cool streams
With affection to impart
Singing to the silent reflections
Alive inside the twinkling
Thinking of the quiet recollections
Bursting from the gentle inkling
Blushing grace like a soft thanks
Generosity filled with calm
Blesses those who fill in the blanks
With feelings almost like a psalm
Light floods the sincere pleasure
Of those who know true love
Breathed out like a unspoken treasure
Falling lightly in drops from above
Shades of faith and serenity
Sooth away my doubt and fear
Flowing across my soul’s identity
Embracing my life so very sincere
Reality calls on my dreams to fade
As the lingering wish calls faintly
Reminding me of how often I’ve prayed
For this chance to prove love saintly
Will I leave the flickers of hope behind
As I journey down tomorrow’s path
Or will I simply be quick to remind
That to leave my dreams would bring wrath
I’ll walk the path of courage and hope
That comes when you follow your heart
So sure that God will help me to cope
If my struggles were to finally start
Dreams today, dreams tomorrow
I long for the day I can say
Dreams alive, dreams to borrow
This is the love for which I pray
My father gone these forty years,
my mother gone twenty, I remember...
the acrid smell of tobacco on my mother’s rough fingers,
as she sat, silently, in a predawn Texas coastal town,
my head in her lap, the short-wave radio crackling with static.
She strained to hear the chatter of shrimpers in the Gulf of Mexico,
yelling out to each other in Cajun French, Mexican Spanish, accented English.
She stroked my nine-year-old hair,
her middle-aged body aching, hungry, worried, sleepless.
Far from her roots -- stranded -- in this strange,
dry, totally foreign place.
Her imaginings of my father’s struggles
with the sea and its weathers filled her mind.
She knew, all the while, that even
if he were safe, we would still suffer
the poverty of the displaced and desperate,
whose minor, occasional comforts were only,
onshore, the cold beers and noisy camaraderie
of the others like him, like her...like us.
We Are All the Same
Listen to the reeds as they sway apart;
Hear them speak of lost friends.
At birth, you were cut from your bed,
Crying and grasping in separation.
Everyone listens, knowing your song.
You yearn for others who know your name,
And the words to your lament.
We are all the same, all the same,
Longing to find our way back;
Back to the one, back to the only one.
Rumi
When songs are sung in tandem
Ambience of speech is smooth
Devoted eyes dote your voice
Obsessed puppy love
When words echo tender tones
Glowing like sapphire gemstones
Not veiled behind metaphors
Tranquil tongue sounds calm
As triggers summon demons
Vivid verses turn vicious
Rage screams like a million crows
Heart shudders with fear
Soul struggles to beat and breathe
Pain feels like paper in rain
Silence is your only guide
Lonely sepulchre
Eruptions begin to ease
An anthem of angels chant
Rainbows colour fading greys
Lovebirds serenade
"Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made
me stronger." Quote by _Constance La France
For nearly forty years, I served in various capacities
in my chosen career. The way seemed hard and dark,
misty, cloudy and filled with fog. Every road I traveled
led to struggles and questions, and never finding traction,
I moved on. Since high school, every place in my abode was
an unsettling one, and the fitting never seemed to be just
right. But each job, position, struggle, and trial made me
bigger and the better for it. The route was lonely, and the
navigation was always challenging; and often The Lord seemed
to have provided just enough, just in time. As the song says,
"Through it all, I've learned to trust in Jesus; I've learned to
trust in God". I am now much better prepared and equipped
to help others find their way through the jungle of life which
can be treacherous at times. And looking back, I have concluded
that my struggles were just what the doctor ordered.
111422PSCtest, WRITING CHALLENGE - ''V'' . Constance La France. 2P.
The quote chosen: "Every struggle in my life has been a lesson and made
me stronger." Quote by _Constance La France. The form chosen: Verse
Thank you for Daily Rising
Showing me my life where people don’t see
The Knowledge, Wisdom and Understanding
Death once was calling me, but you gave me a chance of life
Lifted Up Arms in your honor in praise
Every day I see your amaze
Your blessings are always the multitude at the right time
Always unexpected
When I pray, sometimes in tears of despair or when struggles mount, you help me stand, and encourage in ‘WORRY NOT AS I AM WITH YOU”
Your encouragement is beyond what people would give, but it is always an essential turnaround with move with ease
What a Friend in a never pretend
My life has a purpose and you are the reason
Spiritual Words, “HEAD UP and WALK BOLDLY IN ASSURANCE AS YOU PURSUE”
Nobody knows the struggles I have gone through
No one seems to understand nor care
My Cloudy days always turn Sunny
Every high mountain is a need to climb, and thanks for your Mercy and Grace I always keep in mine
Please keep me humble and appreciative
Continue in my life being supportive
Hear me and forever more
Enrich me in continued Faith being my sure.
You were always there, always aware
Of my heart’s deepest yearning
The way my thoughts were churning
You were there, always caring
When I felt lost and alone
As if my hope was all gone
You were always there, paying attention
When my life was filled with discord
And the confusing circumstances
Had left me feeling overwhelmed
As if I couldn’t possibly accept
The changes that were coming round’
You were there, always understanding
And accepting me in spite of those things
That caused me to feel like I would never be
Worthwhile, the way I had once felt
You were always there, through the struggles
Amid the worries and stressful moments
Reassuring me with your presence
Fulfilling my heart’s quest for
Someone who truly cared about me
You were there, a kind word; a gentle hand
Like a whisper of love moving softly
Through my life and replacing
All the pain and chaos
With hope, faith and love
All the good from above
And I’m so very thankful
You were always there!