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Ardent passion of going high,
Desire to touch the illusion of sky,
Tempted to earn fame and name ,
Restless effort to reach the aim,
All led to a point of commitment
To earn wealth to uttermost extent,
Where, each success enhances thirst.
Thirst of advancement seems the worst ,
When one forgets to celebrate present success,
Out of fear to miss the next chances to progress,
Ignoring surroundings and overtaking all ,
Though, he reaches his goal after all,
He is in discontentment and melancholy,
Despite his dreams fulfilled , he is wealthy.
He finds himself in a darkness of agitation,
The rivalry of growth and competition.
Within the roar of glory of success,
Receiving compliments and praises,
His peace-less surroundings remind,
His true happiness is left behind.
GRATITUDE
Do you really have to wait for Thanksgiving Day
to express your gratitude or to be thankful?
We have many things to be thankful for each day.
Look around you and at your surroundings
and be grateful for what you have
and appreciate the beauty of nature.
Remember all the good memories
and picture all the important people you have
as well as the good people who came your way.
Take a moment of silence and be still
and open your heart and your mind
in giving thanks and in developing a thankful attitude.
Think of the smiling faces of loved ones
and the special little things they do for you
that tickle your heart or touch your soul
or make you feel good and grateful.
Gratitude enriches your relationships
for it is an act of love and communication.
When your heart and mind are filled with gratefulness,
appreciation automatically shows and flows.
Thanks for everything regardless of your feelings.
Say “thanks” and be thankful every day
and take a moment at the end of the day
to saturate your mind of thankful thoughts.
A grateful heart is good for your soul.
A thankful mind-set enhances your wisdom.
Open your whole self to thankfulness
for a grateful attitude changes your perspective
in life and builds up the gratitude in you.
Gratitude you can spread around you
to inspire others to be thankful, grateful.
8/27/20 Attitude of Gratitude Francine Roberts
I know this amazing lady
Her high heels, made of steel
A fraction, she can solve it
Diffusing the ordeal
Either you love her or despise
There is no common ground
She's frank with good intention
A sweet or bitter sound
She adopted me when we met
Took me under her wing
Puberty was an evil time
A calmness, she would bring
We're growing older as people do
She helps me to understand
I can survive the ugliest storm
Even one not planned
She asks me how I feel
Listens intently to my reply
Doing all she can
To ensure that I fly high
People like her come seldom
She is an angel in disguise
Guarding my evil surroundings
Quieting my cries
3 children of her own
Full time job and trying times
But when I need her gentle words
It seems, her troubles all align
The mellow western sky darkened,
The sea was calm that night,
Yachts tacking across the bay
Towards their appointed piers.
Luminous moon rays shimmer
Over wavelets that bathed
The coloured pebbles
Strewn all over the long shore.
As night slowly fell
I began my walk along the promenade.
A soft breeze was a welcome to all
Especially to the sailors that plied the bay
In their sleek sailing boats
Now tinged in red by the dying sun.
Along the promenade, I met with friends
A few words of salutation
But I hurried on toward an ancient tower
That once stood guard against pirates
That invades the surroundings.
Plundering and taking slaves with them.
The Tower was now a restaurant,
And there sat my love waiting for me.
The breeze-blown brightness of her hair
Seem to invite me to our destined tryst.
She stood up and we embraced,
A soft kiss on her wet lips.
It was a promising beginning
Of our night of love.
December Eve
In the somber evening hours
I luxuriate in my peaceful surroundings
The sky outside is grim, brooding and pitch black
although it’s only 4 o’clock
“It’s a Wonderful Life” is on T.V. in black and white
Echoing the picture that is forming outside
I curl up underneath my fluffy throw
Settling in for the evening
My dog is barking on the couch
Complaining about the growling winds outside
The wind that is knocking on my windows
My sweet fur baby is shielding me from the noise that’s emanating from the weather
I grow tired and weary as the day drones on
I sip my cocoa as I dream about snowflakes, fir trees and flickering stars
The night is looming before me
I feel thankful that I am safe and warm in my cozy abode
While nature does its work closing the curtains on the day
The winter storm is upon us
Blizzard winds are blowing forth
This is the state of affairs for a gloomy December Eve
But all is perfect; All is well; God is at work!
Happy December Evening!
I recall driving past the place I used to live;
it triggered a flood of old memories.
Oh, I just had to drive back there!
And with the thoroughness
of an obsessively determined detective,
I did discover relics of the past.
Surroundings familiar though many years have passed
I broadly smiled as I waxed reflective;
old neighbors recalled with fondness.
I sat, wondering where
life has taken them; lost in a deep reverie.
Fine stardust of nostalgia, I sieved.
Haunting ghosts of yesteryear I fondly relived!
Lawn I blew dandelion seeds every...
so often, kept in superb care.
Expanded, narrowness...
of pathway in the backyard; like a detective,
walking my old stomping grounds. Back, at last.
Submitted for...
A Little Memory - My Invented Form - Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Rhyme Pattern ABCDEF FEDCBA ABCDEF
Syllables are 12/10/8/6/12/10 12/10/8/6/12/10 12/10/8/6/12/10
Date written: 01/09/2021
The Conscious mind
When does human consciousness begin?
I have been going back, to what I remember of my childhood, to the point of baby doom.
The earliest memories are floating as they lack the frame of place and time.
The smell of flowers or plants makes me long for a mythical past, which makes sense because we lived
in a hut.
But is the sense of past memories may not be regarded as being awake as knowing what we are
if we ever asked that question in childhood, taking for granted we belonged.
The question “Who am I”? comes with teenage
angst.
I was aware when, two years old, we lived in a small cabin, and my mother had gone outside for a smoke (everybody smoked back then)
A latch had fallen, and she could not get back in,
She slowly told me to bring the chair to the door climb up and unhook the door.
She retold the story, and I basked in glory.
What I come up with when I try to remember anything from whence a physically helpless baby, I must have seen my surroundings and strange faces
what I think is remembered, if not clearly, so sounds, shadows, and plenty of colors
an ohm and a sense that beyond the beyond, there is no whisper, only cosmic dust of the timeless
This is what I need to write –
A pencil and a pad
And someplace where the background noise
Won’t drive me almost mad.
Of course I need a topic
Which will get my brain in gear
Or else from my surroundings,
Inspiration may appear.
The first line leaps like lightning
From the pencil to the page.
The rest proceeds more slowly
As the thoughts and rhymes engage.
But the ending, ah the ending
Is the toughest nut to crack,
The point where many chuck it all
And let the words go slack.
So oftentimes I’ll read my poem
Again and yet again
Until I find a way to end
And then I’ll say – amen!
I'm a carnivore who craves the taste of meat
and yet, I can't kill anything. It just isn't within me.
Until now, all of my protein has been provided in great variety,
all pre slaughtered and butchered and preserved nicely,
at the supermarket in my neighborhood locally.
Modern technology has desensitized me.
As I now forage in the forest, I come upon the carcass of a doe's body
most likely taken down by a grizzly.
It's been days now since I've consumed any meat.
My hunger grows stronger. I'm getting dizzy and weak
but I must be careful. I must stay aware.
Close by may be a snoozing grizzly bear.
I scan my surroundings and all appears clear.
Quickly, I butcher off a shank of the now deceased deer
then run off into the forest and disappear.
I relish in what I've scavenged as I consume the venison.
Tomorrow I will venture out to scavenge again.
I only hope that I'm not the one who ends up being eaten.
"Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key..."
Stifling heat,hectic surroundings,locals their lifestyle
politeness,honesty stems from karma overwhelming profile
hardworking for a pitance,food to provide
sending money to the village,the family to divide.
Monies earned in cities,triple valued north
tourist prices enable the workers to go forth.
Youths sleeping beneath cardboard,such a crying shame
reds and blues collide,goverment all to blame.
On arriving home,no possibility to explain
the differance Thailand throws from luxury to the pain
however life goes on,in Pattaya o so what a thrill
to walk the golden dragon stairs, the giant Buddah on the hill.
Paul Beadnall for:
Sponsor
Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~
Contest Name
A Fragment Of Life
21/8/11