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Premium Member we create our own reality

we create our own reality,
and in my reality,
I am
the owner of my dreams,
therefore,
I take responsibility
for my flaws,
as well as my strengths,
my failures,
as well as my successes.
I own my fears,
as well as my hopes.
In my reality,
there is no illusions,
no fantasies.
I make no apologies
for who  I am.
So take me as I am,
the good and the bad,
or leave me alone.
Look at every side
of this spectrum before
making a decision
about wanting to be with me.
Why?
Because what you see
is my reality.
I will never change.
So are you sure
I am really what you want?
We create our own reality.


Premium Member The History We Are Writing

THE HISTORY WE ARE WRITING

The history of America…if America it going to last
must be told in chapters that include true stories of our past.

Each chapter must be fair and honest when retelling our history
containing stories of our joys and triumphs 
while pointing out our mistakes and inhumanities.

Our history should be truthful and impartial with each chapter it addresses….
because we learn more from our mistakes then we do from our successes. 

We should read chapters about people who didn’t look like us
who we never tried to understand….
who we wanted to eradicate…from the surface of this land.

We should read chapters about people who were enslaved…
how babies were stripped from their parents’s arms
without thinking of the the consequences and the everlasting harm.

We should read chapters about how ignorance and fear can act like a disease…
causing us to treat our friends and neighbors…like villains and enemies.

So I come to this Independence Day with mixed emotions…
in the 247 years since it was born…
America’s triumphs I will celebrate….
while our inhumanities I will mourn.

I hope and pray when we look at our true history
our triumphs and inhumanities we will always be highlighting…
that we find our inhumanities as appalling 
as we find our victories exciting.

For that is the only way our country has a hope of one day coming together…of uniting…
The only way to change the course 
of the history…we are writing
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Come and See

I'm pleased to extend a hand in moments of happiness
Mine or others who reach out to me, "Come and see."
Joyous times when we feel free of duress and stress,
grateful for reasons to live that we need gladly decree.

Finding faith in a Heavenly Father is a generous blessing
Following His Biblical Word, we're invited to come and see
To taste His merciful forgiveness after our sins' confessing...
We acknowledge the hope of salvation, no longer a reverie.

Some successes are cast by the fingers of fate, win or lose
By the roll of the dice, the flip of a coin, calling heads or tails
The future depends on which side it lands on once we choose,
only to discover that justice is not always balanced on scales.

Lady Justice may be blind, still with desire for freedom we sing
Living life with spiritual conviction gives pause for recognition
Celebrate the light of sunrise and the flight of birds on the wing
If we come and see that life is good, it may bring us to fruition.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Embrace the Unknown

Written: July 06, 2023
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Every day is special in some way.
A chance to cherish the moments that sway
But often troubles come our way.
Causing us to stumble and dismay.

Remember this: problems are fleeting.
As clouds pass, they're not worth repeating.
You never agnize what tomorrow brings.
An alteration in the wind, a shift of things

You may have successes, cherish some excesses,
But life's true worth is not in material possessions.
For strong winds may come, blow away everything,
leaving you with nothing but a heart that can sing.

Our lives are akin to the cold winter snow.
Aesthetic and delicate, but soon it must forego.
The sun burns hot, and away it goes.
Reminding us that time always flows.

One day to another, no one knows when it ends.
So cherish each moment and bear amends.
Cherish laughter, love, and tears.
Life is but a fleeting series of years.

Happiness comes to those who pray.
To their maker, they humbly say,
Talk to Him anytime, every day.
Entrust to Him your worries, your everything.

If you just don't agnize what tomorrow brings,
It may start joy, or it may start stings.
But with faith and hope in your heart,
Embrace the unknown and bear a fresh start.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member What it boils down to

“A meaningful life is not being rich, being popular, or being perfect. It’s about being real, being humble, being able to share ourselves and touch the lives of others.” - Unknown

It takes years to develop our persona
time to finetune our vision
then learn that being true to ourselves
is what truly matters most

Life struggles challenge us to evolve
through successes and failures
Defining ourselves is a process
that takes courage and stamina

We learn that relationships
is what’s most precious
We learn what has meaning 
We learn that less is more


AP: Honorable Mention 2025


Premium Member Miss Usa

A gift to our country from France, she 
stands majestically in New York Harbor, 
an icon of freedom and this country.
			
Her importance is not new,
yet our nation remains in awe of her.
She exists because long ago 
men desired to give liberty a name.

Lady Liberty is a stately, proud beauty.
Every inch of her symbolizes 
some big or small freedom.
Did I say "small freedom"? Forgive me.

Her loose, flowing robe envelops us.
Each fold represents shelter.

Her torch bears no real flame,
yet, it warms my soul and lifts my spirits.
Her crown is mine--and yours.
Yes, we are royalty.
This date, precious as it is,
is not the equal of the one cradled in
her left hand—July 4, 1776.

A broken chain lies at her feet, 
symbolizing the end of an era, as slavery 
was no longer legal. The message “Give
me your tired, your poor . . .” is now at the 
center of heated controversy.

We gaze upon her and know she 
represents a land of certainties and
uncertainties; successes and failures; 
laughter and tears; justice and injustice; 
feast and famine; weakness and strength.

She is unique, as is the United States of America.



The Statue of Liberty arrived from France in crates.

The “Give me your tired . . . “ message is inscribed on a plaque in the museum at the Statue’s base.

On Oct. 28, 1886, the Statue of Liberty was officially dedicated during a ceremony presided over by President Grover Cleveland. The celebration also included something that would eventually become a New York City tradition of its own: its first ticker-tape parade.


August 20, 2018, entered in Brahn Bailey's (Your) Country 'Tis of
Thee Contest

Don't Forget That

Kicked to the curb once again
What comes next
I've lost my job
I may just lose everything
But what is that Everything
The possessions we tend to hold close to our heart
The security of a roof over our head
The struggle that becomes the face of fear staring you down
In these times of failure is there any successes 
We mastered the disguse of weakness 
We are hidden from our surroundings 
But our minds wander in the realm of darkness in these moments
I've struggled to find the light these last couple weeks
When the voices say your done I want to scream no I am not
But it is so hard when I feel the way I do about my life
When you loose it all
I am not just talking about the physical
I am talking about the faith in me
I am searching this very moment for that faith in me and the world is so convincing 
It breaks me down to the point of tears and in those tears I feel I need to concede
But why
When I know it will not defeat me 
It will not take my soul
I plan to emerge more stronger
It starts today with these words to myself
That you are the one in control 
Do not forget that.

Premium Member ADIEU

The day has finally arrived…
It’s time to say goodbye to the only home the two of us together have ever known
and looking back it seems amazing how fast the time has flown.
 
We made one final walkthrough remembering the life here we’ve created…
thinking of all the wonderful moments in this home we’ve celebrated.

This house is where so many of our seeds of love were planted…intermittently…
where those seeds were nourished through the years and grew into a family.

Our family…where each individual with their particular genes and chromosomes…
contributed to the building of our memories, 
our successes, 
our laughter, 
our tears…
our home.  

In this home so many wonderful moments…
huge achievements and milestones we have seen…
as well as so much wonder in those little moments in between.

Most days were made up of these little moments 
filled with their own wonder, their own flair…
and often in these little moments…we’ve found our comfort there.

For us…these little daily moments as we ride life’s carousel…
are what make a life worth living…are where our joy and happiness dwell.

One thought that dominates the rest…as each memory we cue up….
is how this house…this home we love…is where the five of us grew up.

It helped create the people we are now…the people we’ve come to know
which makes us a little sad today…now that it’s time to let her go.

But one thing we know as we move to a new home …a new habitat
is how change is a part of life…this old house has taught us that.

So it with a smile and a tear…we bid this old house…our home…adieu…
and thank her for 40 years of helping to make our family’s dreams come true.
© Jim Yerman  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member A Shoulder To Cry On

What would we do without friendships
It'd sure be a lonely existence
Life would have no meaning, no purpose
No one to brag to for instance

To brag about all our many successes
To talk to when things go wrong
A shoulder to cry on every once in a while
We don't always sing happy songs

It's really quite normal and actually healthy
These feelings of angst and despair
It wouldn't be normal if we're always upbeat
So it's good to be able to share

Why do we need these really close friends
Kind of obvious wouldn't you think
No one's a solitary ship on the ocean
Need friends to help in a wink

That's why this site is so important to me
The friendships I've made in a year
Are hard to replace, this unique li'l group
Your friendships I hold very dear


© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member A Christmas Poem 12 21 2021

A CHRISTMAS POEM

IT'S THAT TIME OF YEAR
TO LOOK BACK AND CELEBRATE
THE BIRTHS AND PASSINGS
OF THOSE WHO SURROUNDED
US THROUGH OUT THE YEAR.

CELEBRATE OUR LOVED ONES
AND THOSE WHO LOVED US
UNCONDITIONALLY.
THOSE WHO WRAPPED THEIR
LOVE AROUND US AND
PROTECTED US FROM EVIL.

CELEBRATE OUR LOVED ONES
AND THOSE WHO LOVED US 
UNCONDITIONALLY
WHO WRAPPED THEIR
LOVE AROUND US AND CELEBRATED
ALONGSIDE OUR TRIUMPHS,
VICTORIES, ACCOMPLISHMENTS
AND SUCCESSES THROUGHOUT
THE YEAR.

LET US CELEBRATE OUR
LOVED ONES AND THOSE
WHO LOVED US UNCONDITIONALLY
WHO WRAPPED THEIR LOVE
AROUND US AND CONSOLED US,
COMFORTED US AND WARMED
OUR HARTS WHEN OUR HARTS
WERE BROKEN.

LET US CELEBRATE OUR 
LOVED ONES AND THOSE
WHO LOVE US UNCONDITIONALLY
WHO WRAP THEIR LOVE
AROUND US AND BELIEVE IN
US, OUR FUTURE AND WHO 
HAVE FAITH IN OUR BEING.

LET US CELEBRATE OUR 
LOVED ONES AND THOSE
WHO LOVE US UNCONDITIONALLY
AND WRAP OUR UNCONDITIONAL
LOVE AROUND THOSE IN NEED 
OF PROTECTION FROM EVIL.

LET EACH AND EVERYONE OF US
WRAP OUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE 
AROUND THOSE CELEBRATING 
THE TRIUMPH OF BIRTH
AND VICTORY OF LIFE. 

LET EACH AND EVERYONE OF US 
WRAP OUR UNCONDITIONAL LOVE 
AROUND THOSE IN PAIN
AND SUFFERING INSURMOUNTABLE
OBSTACLES AND LOSSES IN LIFE.

LET US GIVE THE GIFT OF
UNCONDITIONAL LOVE
THIS CHRISTMAS.
AND MAY OUR CREATOR
THE LORD JESUS CHRIST
ALWAYS BE BY OUR SIDE.

Michael E.Harris
12212021

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