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Love yourself my loves.
Loving yourself will set you free, just like a bee, flying freely in the air we breathe.
Free to enjoy all of life’s sweet moments, like a love in a dream.
Make a plan that you can achieve all of your dreams.
Loves may come and go, but you will always have yourself to love.
Some loves can fool us, but you can never fool yourself.
You can make a better life, anytime you can start, just believe you can and make a start.
Don’t give up on yourself, put some effort in and you will have a great start.
Take everyday as an opportunity to improve yourself, let go of mistakes, and make better choices.
Learn from your mistakes, and if you slip back, just start again, don’t let anyone ruin your life.
Love yourself, today and tomorrow and forever, because this will help you feel complete.
Loving yourself, will also help others, your example will set a path for others to follow.
Growing in love is a plan that you can achieve, just believe and you will be free, to reach all of your dreams.
Lifting love and prayers to God, may all that can hear be blessed with success and love today and always.
In another universe I was a dominant spouse
Like a dictator I relentlessly ruled my house
Wedded a dainty damsel from another city
My first flame of desire, she was wonderfully witty
My need for control exceeded the limits of the sky
Never paused to introspect on the reasons why
I demanded treatment of a king and nothing less
I believed my life was perfect, pouring with success
She was a silent servant doing all the dirty dishes
Never helped her with cooking, nor satisfied her wishes.
She mopped every filthy floor all alone
I forbade her to bring her friends and family home
Her father said "Do not treat her like a slave!"
But who was he to dictate how I should behave?
My father said "You're the man. Control your wife!"
I never knew her patient presence would soon exit my life
My hand spoke a language mirrored by the mark on her face
With a packed suitcase, she hurried home in haste
Solitude was all I had to reluctantly embrace
My future self had realized my conduct was a disgrace
Her unforgettable frown never fades in my mind
How could my younger self have been so unkind?
The earie echo of embarrassment weighs me down
For all that haunts my mind is her frail frown
Forgive me! I never had friends nor a social life
Nor learned to take care of the heart of my wife
God's lesson I've learned. The message I spread...
Make your wife your queen from the day you wed!
In another universe I was a tyrannical spouse
Until God took her away from my prison house
And gave her to another man who was versatile
He regarded her with high respect and made her smile
Two years later, appeared my new beautiful bride
After a lesson well learned, I let go of my pitiful pride
I still have more to learn on treating her with respect
Thank you, God, for pushing me to self-reflect.
I pray my better side radiates in my future
For I promise my new love I will nurture
My future self will portray intentions of my heart...
For us to unite with strength and never grow apart
Written for the poetry contest sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
NB: Written from the point of view of the male in the poem. The speaker of the poem is not the writer of the poem.
In the market of life, where all trade and barter,
A sage stood silent, watching the starter
And ender of deals, the ebb and the flow,
Of gains and losses, the high and the low.
"Look beyond the binary," he softly spoke,
To a merchant whose ledger had just gone broke.
"In loss lies a lesson, in gain a test,
In balance between them, you'll find your rest.”
To a triumphant winner, flush with success,
He whispered, "In triumph, cultivate less.
For awe dwells in valleys as much as peaks,
And reverence in silence when fortune speaks.”
A monk passed by, his bowl empty yet full,
His mind was a still pond, with no ripple to cull.
"Mindfulness," the sage nodded, "there's the key,
To watch without grasping, to feel yet be free.”
When fear gripped the crowd as markets fell,
The sage stood unshaken, calm as a bell.
"Resilience," he taught, "is the heart's true wealth,
In change find your strength, in the challenge, your health.”
A child's laughter rang out, pure and clear,
Reminding all present what they held dear.
"Humility," the sage smiled, "keeps us whole,
For in joy and sorrow, we all play a role.”
As day turned to dusk, the sage looked around,
At lives intertwined, all cosmically bound.
"We're threads," he mused, "in a grand tapestry,
Each gain, each loss, shapes our destiny.”
In the quiet of the night, as the market slept,
The sage shared one last truth he'd long kept:
"Balance in all things, moderation in measure,
In being, not having, find your true treasure.”
And as dawn broke anew on the bustling square,
The sage was gone, but his wisdom hung in the air.
For those with ears to hear and eyes to see,
A glimpse of the infinite, where all is free.
It's gradually I come to realize
Time is not the major thing
Cos with everyone, I idealize
Its way is different in Beijing
Of minutes or hours compare
To doing exploits, fate ensnare
It's gradually I come to think
How mysterious life changes
That date works plans to sink
To a lot of greatness in ranges
Now flying to tour out of Lagos
Isn't of stress to counting loss
It's gradually I come to learn
That moving forward is of grace
Work isn't the only way to earn
For many are blessings of no trace
God deposited cum mercy shown
Which doesn't matter of faith grown
It's gradually I come to know
It doesn't matter how you do it
So far each day, you want to grow
Out of mistakes, one easily do hit
Up the energy lessened cum stress
To fit intimately familiar with success
It's gradually I come to see
There's no need to teach scope
If life will drag you to its sea
It doesn't matter how far from rope
You may drown and give up the ghost
Hanging your breath to eon's toast
It's gradually I come to meet
Many people who blame me
For not having the size of their feet
So that they can give out house key
Go in there and pick up shoes
Yet, I don't think that defines them jews
It's gradually I come to view
No one else has it like me
For everyone is unique to be true
Doing things like other won't make it be
And if it seems to be, not exactly like
But will bury in you the exceptional psyche
The clear, sweet evil of that simple name,
so redolent of sweaty viciousness,
of Spite is Right, of sin divorced from blame,
of seedy placemen, bloated with success,
did not fit with his flinty newsreel face.
This quarry, tracked down by a newer gang,
the old, tired formula once more in place,
would get a just, fair trial - and then he'd hang.
They showed him film of Auschwitz-Birkenau.
On all the panels of his glassy dock
the thin ghosts grinned, like Death's Heads, come to mock.
Who can feel pity for six million shades?
Yet one lone man (a worthless one, allowed)
hemmed in by death, still harrows and degrades.
A former classmate of my son’s,
A writer with success,
Not long ago gave in to demons
He could not suppress.
Just thirty-two years old, he was,
With wife and son of two,
He climbed up to the roof and jumped,
A desperate thing to do.
I’d heard about it, but today
I saw The Times obit;
His image in the paper
Somehow made it more legit.
How sad for all his family,
For his friends, his son, his wife,
To lose someone who had so much
To live for in his life.
We may lose touch with classmates,
Even those we once called friend,
Yet still it’s hard to hear of one
With such a tragic end.
A text I received with emojis
Exploding all over the screen
Was, to me, something new
But I had not a clue
How to replicate what I had seen.
My granddaughter sent me the message.
I asked her then just what to do.
She’s a pro at this stuff
(Her eight years is enough)
So she showed me the tips that she knew.
When a friend later texted some info -
Good news she’d been hoping to hear -
I chose faces with grins
So my answer begins
With them floating and sending some cheer.
Soon she called me and asked me to teach her
How to do such a magical thing.
I explained what to press
And voila! with success
On her phone, smiles and hearts she can fling.
Though it’s true that age brings with it wisdom,
Technology favors the young.
So to grandkids I say,
Thanks for showing the way
And your praises deserve to be sung.
Not So Merry-Go-Round
Written: by Tom Wright
February 2015
I’ve been intimate,
With both poverty and abundance,
I’ve been introduced to failure,
But I’m friends with success.
I’ve championed causes,
And been blessed for my efforts;
Now, I bear the scars of time,
That life has scripted for me.
Span of years has assisted me
In becoming a dour person;
The things I wish; I can no longer,
The things I don’t; encompass me.
My days being routinely filled
With mundane things,
I search for things of interest,
Things, which might expose any value;
I flirt with day
While embracing the night,
It’s as if I’m stuck
On a not so merry- go- round.
Up and down, up and down,
Ride the old horse another day.
Start with firm heart where mind sees truth,
Intent sets free the best you can;
Note how to start to work sure proof,
Grow then wisely with working plans;
Align true health with steadfast poise,
Plant and sow well the seeds that grow;
Opt to earn wealth with steady choice,
Reap more that sells what finesse shows;
Express the means to gather more.
Focus on thoughts that cause clear acts,
Indulge true wins that fill your stores;
Feel play and plot that frame bold tact,
Thrill vivid dream with success here,
Yield lavish schemes that spark fond cheer.
Leon Enriquez
04 July 2015
Singapore
How my mind as that of a child
Frivolous and foolish seeks solace
In a fictitious world of make believe
While reality, like a fiend stares right on my face!
Waiting for none, the globe continues to spin
And seasons arrive and depart without default
Yet how I wish to think,
With my exit, the world will come to an abrupt halt
When I am gone and lie cold under the sod
And my memory no more lingers
How my foolish heart desires to feel
My absence continually injures
Gains and losses when added up
Weighs equal on life’s dispassionate balance
Yet how I intend to boast foolishly~
With success alone, I ever had my alliance
Though I never reached the peak I sought
And faltered on my way distraught
How foolishly I try to console myself
That I got everything for which I had fought
Future awaits me with gloom and gaiety
And victory is certain to follow defeat
Yet how foolishly in my heart, I long to proclaim
Here is one for whom life shall ever be a treat!
Placed eighth
April.4.2022
My Foolish Heart Cash Prize Poetry Contest
Sponsor- L Milton Hawkins