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Premium Member Lifes Mysteries

Life gives us no clue about our purpose
In its midst, it gives us no answers
Forcing us all to tune our vibe to its focus,
Easily lying to ourselves, as if we were bluffers
Somehow trying to believe in it being our

Master, having us always knelt down 
Yearning for some luck at every hour
So that we do rub off our faces, that frown,
That same which is always there, as if tattooed
Ever ready to shed upon us downpours of calamities
Ringing always with the bells of death, so unvalued
In essence yet, bearing with life, so many similarities
Especially there where it pertains to the veil
Shielding from us the ability to understand where we hail!

Written on 26th Dec 2020
Form: Acrostic


Premium Member To My Teenage Self

It's OK
that you don't have much to say
Your words are kept on paper
For your eyes to savor
It doesn't matter that your best friends
Are Agatha Christie and Emily Dickinson

It's alright that the phone doesn't ring
With silly chatter over pointless things
Don't be concerned with the prom princess
With perfect skin who looks flawless

You are not one of the sheep that blends in
You are more alive in your own skin
Of books, and writing, and libraries
They can keep their ugly judgments and drunk parties

You don't need doctors and therapy
Because you prefer anonymity
To toxic high school hypocrisy

You put yourself before contests
To see which boy likes which girl the best
You like yourself for who you are
Proud to be unpopular

Proud of your poetry, proud of your rhymes
Your unvalued hobby, your peculiar pastime
You like reading the thesaurus for fun!
Never apologize, never be done

You know
your old soul

Don't fall into the female curse
Of self-sacrifice, always love yourself, first.

7/17/18
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Mislaid Indented Help

Helplessness seeks help in despondency
When resources slip out of porous hands
A tacit realization of innate inadequacy
Devours the dregs of impaired self-esteem.

The feeling sinks in the pool of pale psyche
Averse however to breathe the air of truth
Lies there unfelt in suspended animation	
A state assiduously unaccepted by the mind. 

The hostile wrecking winds are thwarted 
By the helping hands morphing into shield
The needs are quenched like the arid thirst
By the cloud burst of benign magnanimity.

Time turns to flow in the course so desired
The legs that couldn’t walk a foot forward
If and whenever the hands are left unheld
Become boat sailing smooth in waveless sea.

Tides of time inundate the changed ethics
Latent self-respect floats on flood of sense
The bruised mind gets busy digging channel
For the repulsive memory to flow to oblivion.

The meagerness that created helplessness
Turns to debased maze of inferiority complex
A psychic makeover wangled by innate reflex
Produces odium and derision for the helper.

The helper then wonders in state of conundrum
If unvalued effort and dented intent are mislaid
On the ungrateful and the undeserving of help
For helplessness helps breed contempt in the end. 

July 21, 2021
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Red Phone Box

I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in 
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by travellers 
No doubt for its already ancient
Novelty it would not admit
The weak or infirm to its secrets
And such room inside limited 
Admittance or forced proximity 
Upon us if we shared a call.
Revered by Mum and Dad as
One familiar part of modern living
To me unvalued then missed
As a lost limb when it was gone.
© John Blake  Create an image from this poem.

Something Unvalued With Our Selves

When the sky opened wide
God gave me a special gift 

He gave me something unvalued
With the sky, with the earth 
Or even our own selves

Gold & pearls wouldn’t pay this 
Treasure &hunting aint compared
 
God gave me something to live
Something which will never be payed by money 

She‘s the world when she smiles
She owns the earth when she laughs

Her eyes are diamonds 
Her love is the sky 


Getting her sad will cause the world to lose its sense 
Making her cry kills all humanity 


God don’t keep this gift away from me 
Because…….
You’re the one that makes her live!!!


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