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Life is a journey that is anything but turnkey
Full of many doors that we must open
As we find our way through another day
There are so many doors to choose from
Before all the opportunities
Will just flee or get by me
So we have to try to always reach for the sky
Turning all of life's opportunities on high
We have to let some pass us by
For every new door that opens
We need to test the waters
As they come ashore
We must not ignore what makes us soar
Before the next door closes
We need not worry or get in a hurry
About all the doors that are so blurry
For every new door that brings opportunity
Should allow us to foresee
Which are key for us to agree
Moving forward before the next door closes
We have to let go of those doors
That brings the doubt without clout
That turns our world all about
Making us want to shout
Why we figure out
Why we all stumble and fumble
Surely these are the doors that we must close
Because everybody knows it all makes us grow
Into the person, we have come to know
So take it nice and slow
And just find the right flow
Life is what you make it
So don't fake it
Or break it
But rather
Make it your own
love is a lofty ideal
croon of tenderness
sounds right, feels good
but how may we share
what we do not have
a hollow emptiness
engulfs our body-mind
womb of space suffocates
we are uncomfortable
in our own skin
being empowered
we pause the cause
of our heart contractions
by befriending silence
refuge of our soul
we are extracted
from our ambedo trance
brutally by the tongs of ego
drawing attention back
to cravings of form
yes, we live here
negation will not help
escapism is not the cure
so we must discover
the absolute truth
discerning mind
is what we first employ
because that is what we have
so we rapidly comprehend
head-heart discord
the thinking mind
merely navigates life
but it is the radiant heart
that pulsates with love
the joy soul seeks
mind oscillates
but love is steady
thus we deem as logical
to meld mind in heart
to feel complete
we test the waters
and find love is the way
being the language of God
but we must first forgive
all those who deceive
yes, we suffer loss
by close ones betrayed
yet as a nonchalant witness
we surrender outcomes
to will divine sublime
God is easily pleased
He delights at our ascent
so awakens in us Holy Spirit
transmuting feeble form
into eternal living light
the false falls away
we now see who we are
the Self made in His image
resplendent with light
in the cave of heart
ego that never was
a mere bubble of delusion
bursts noiselessly in the void
now there is no one here
save the light of Self
love, light and bliss
pulsates day and night
the ignition renewal continual
hidden thus in plain sight
is our open secret
Jolt of inspiration
A person wanted to be a POET
But didn’t know where to start nor how to show it
Words starting popping into the POETS head
Words becoming sentences
Showcasing the instances
Poet to be felt inspired
Didn’t want to tire
Discovery was desired
Words open up
Distance being Close
Farness wasn’t found
Alpha Nouns and Pronouns
A true Poet in the making blooming
Word flow
Couldn’t let go
The Poet saw purpose direct
His eyes showed obvious
Word mount
Like a watery fount
Theory and Understanding
Wisdom through experience
A Poet to be had became
The Poet did see
One must test the waters and try, but requires effort
Every commitment needs determined
This is how a Poet is acknowledged
The focus up close
Discouraged by most
Surprise, Surprise
The Poet learned the concept of realize
The Poet Within.
the instant my left eye caught a glimpse of you in the card section
my right eye immediately followed suit like it was finally viewing its favorite candy
nervous and underconfident, i decide to try my luck and test the waters
to my surprise, i chose a time when you seemed to be in a welcoming mood and in a good place
unbeknownst to us, forgotten was a world with time, routine, a place to be
someway and somehow, we end up in line at the same register talking about something or another
suddenly, we both realize that we are at your SUV putting your bags in the back
after a few moments of laughter, through some miracle you put my cell phone number in your contacts
taking a big risk, i decide not to ask for your number and let God decide the rest
feeling that i overstayed my welcome, i bade you farewell and safety and head on to my sedan
after a few moments of staring into space with a silly smile on my face, i see that the moon was coming upm and i headed home humming a particularly upbeat rare song by billy stewart....wondering....and hoping....
SLIDING
i slid shy
through childhood
hardly speaking
in kindergarten
building blocks
painting
sipping milk
eating graham crackers
was there nothing else?
first grade found me
a best friend
chasing each other
around penguins
bowing knees, praying
at some point i hide
behind awful glasses
now i can see too far
the crush two years older
passes the classroom door
and i slide
under the desk
in sixth, they announce our names
me and my brother
we slide to the next city
and to another Catholic school
one more year
before we beg
our parents to leave the parochial border
a little naughty in eighth
as i skate
and skip one class
just a dip, merely a dent
it was my favorite year
loved my history teacher
first time i fell in love
not with the man
with the subject
and i made the honor roll
let me say
when i returned to high school
one year later
I didn’t miss it
didn’t miss the clamor
the steep wind
that moves through the halls
i enjoyed my freedom
to test the waters
then took a sail
as a sailor
finding me a man
of valor,
as we both slid through torrential waters
endured the sanding of our souls
polishing the shy beauty and the beast
our wrinkles secure
anchored down
wisdom entrenched
slippery sliding on the deck
getting wet
raining tears laughing
i don’t need a coat
umbrella or hat
i let happiness slide in
11/29/2018
There was a time when I could answer why
I did the things I did and said the things I said
That time has long past and I keep holding on
To the moments that seem to tick by without
… a thought
~
There was a time when I knew wrong and right
I did what I knew was best – black and white
Without a gray area to try and test the waters
My hand held onto the gestures of hope that lives
… deep within
~
There was a time when I felt certain of my dreams
I did what I could to make them all come true
Filling my mind with promises to keep holding on
Letting the future unfold before me, inspiring me
… with vision
~
There was a time when my faith was alive, a fire
I did all that I knew to do to keep feeling the passion
Sensing that what I gave would always be gained
When the moments came back to me in the future
… inspiring me
~
There was a time when I felt sure of myself and my plan
The fear that might have taunted me failed to raise its head
Instead I was strong and courageous, certain to win the race
Valuing the assurance of grace that helped me keep the pace
… of compassion
~
There was a time when my life left its mark on the world
Reaching out to others with inspiration and encouragement
Creating a sense of caring that honored and sustained
Giving back to this place a portion of all that I had gained
… through living
~
There was a time when tenderness carried my heart
Touching others with the gentle promise of kindness
Knowing that there is joy in giving without any conditions
A chance at making someone feel the love that you have
… secreted inside
~
There was a time when all that I had in my mind
Was the knowledge that I was here to give something
Of the joy that I’d found when God breathed life into me
And I learned that the Love He gave was a love that would
… never end
Written and Posted on June 10, 2020
Time Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
A reason for Seasons,
All things have their season,
Everything happens for a reason,
Existence is teasing us,
Pleasing us in return.
Our flame continues to burn,
As we turn into the experience,
Taking chance after chance,
Growing into a dance.
A romance with life,
Fighting for flight,
Shining bright,
Fruits hold on tight.
Excited for the harvest,
Only when it's ripest,
Will it taste the best,
The beating in your chest,
Experiences the rest.
As you test the waters,
Tasting the wonders,
A roar thunders through the realm,
Awareness at the helm.
Awakening earths element,
You are what I meant,
Walking the firmament,
Lying dormant,
Wondering where it went.
The reason you were sent,
A changing environment,
Soon to be forgotten,
As the rest of the fruit lies rotten.
Feeling downtrodden,
Pushed to the end,
Until life sends a spark,
Lifting us from the dark.
Embarking on a new season,
A reason for being,
Seeing love in everything,
Singing for all to see,
The new growth on your tree.
Thanx for the spark Soulsters?
Have a beautiful day
I had been studying to make Sergeant,
And was scheduled for the afternoon promotion board.
To get some practice and test the waters,
I volunteered for the morning's Soldier Of The Month Board.
The Battalion recently had been given
A ticket for the well-known Berlin Orientation Tour.
During the in-brief, the Battalion Commander
Said the ticket would go to the soldier with the highest score.
As luck would have it, I won;
Beating out by a quarter of a point a Staff Sergeant.
Not only was I going to Berlin for a week,
I was recommended to be promoted to E-5 Sergeant.
The Berlin Orientation Tour didn't count as leave;
As it was considered Permissive Temporary Duty (PTDY).
Riding the duty train to West Berlin
We had to keep all the windows shaded through East German territory.
The Wall had already come down by then,
But the Soviets were still occupying East Germany.
As a group we toured a modern museum
Documenting how some East Germans had escaped to be free.
One day we passed through Checkpoint Charlie,
And saw the Soviet monuments and troops in East Berlin.
I collected pieces just chipped off the Berlin Wall
Instead of drinking coffee in the cafés of Berlin.
I am the white rabbit small but bold
teasing Alice to enter the open hole
to explore and experience the wonders hidden below
where visionary images and imaginings grow;
come on girl find a better way
to view the world open and on display,
test the waters, try the population stew
where legends and stories breathe anew;
let the magic wrap you warm and safe
keep out the fear and hate
there is hope in dreams and goals
the rabbit once expereienced this know;
follow me down the rabbit hole
where time and age,each grow old
and the visions that you may see
can release and set you free.
Someone said, “Now you’ve turned forty-,
What have you learned?
Your experience must be varied,
Your fingers quite burned.
You must’ve gone through troubled times,
Of disappointments you’d’ve quite a share;
But how does life’s learning
For your future prepare?”
I looked at my questioner
With a baleful and gloomy stare,
Not with anger or reproach;
There was no fire in my glare.
“Life, son,” I told him,
“Is what is learnt alone,
All advice from others
Is crumbs to a beggar thrown.
It’s what one takes out of life
That matters much more.
One’s own experience is what counts,
Go, knock on it’s stubborn door!
I’ve been sitting where you sit,
Asked the same riddle as you do;
But was pointed out a direction
And left to steer a course that’s true.
The helmsman determines the course,
The rudder needs control;
It’s how you determine your goal
And steer from the treacherous shoal.
So don’t ask of experience,
Test the waters on your own;
Find a guiding star to steer by
Don’t wait for it to be shown.
And when you, too, turn forty-
Think back and count your deeds –
The path you’ve trod is well behind,
Look ahead, move on, you’ll know where your future leads!
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