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In the morningsI put on make-up
I paint the canvas of my face with delicate paints of
Different colors.
But at night I display the canvas of my Father,
By his words of wisdom that
Shape me.
I let the outside world see the canvas of me, my face
Yet at night I look into the canvas of my Father
I put my body through a vigorous workout routine to maintain,
My figure which is what the world sees
But my Father loves me, not based on
Physical appearance, but
His love.
His words are the tools that help change us.
They rearrange our minds, our hopes, even our
Priorities.
I decided while I display the canvas of me
With make-up
And an intense work-out program
I will also display the canvas of my Father with
His words
My day is devoted to him and
His words
Then and only then will the canvas of me be
Completed
Because it will be completed in Him,
Not me.
You stare at me with vapid eyes,
That once were bright and clear.
You don't recognize me now,
My voice you barely hear.
This empty shell that's lying here,
Isn't the mother that I knew,
And it's tearing me apart inside.
Why did this happen to you?
You're the one who gave me life,
You taught and raised me well.
I couldn't ask for a better Mom,
And seeing you like this is hell!
We used to talk and laugh together,
Going shopping was a treat.
You loved to smile and give out hugs,
To every friend we'd meet.
But now you barely speak a word,
You look but you don't see,
And when I try and hug you,
You shrug away from me.
It's torture watching you fade away,
Knowing there's nothing I can do.
Do you even understand what I'm saying,
When I tell you "I love you" ?
How horrid and cruel this disease is,
Destroying every cell in your brain,
Stealing all of your memories,
And causing so much sorrow and pain.
I keep hoping one morning I'll waken,
And find its all been a bad dream,
But reality steps in and betrays me,
Making me want to scream!
My precious Mother, I miss you.
I miss your tender kiss on my brow.
I miss your sweet words of wisdom.
How I wish you had some for me now.
7/25/12
Kim Merryman
For PD's Second Chance contest
(this is a work of fiction)
I just wanna say
Don't have to be this way
Don't care what people say
Don't have to be this way
We can all have a better day
Where the children learn to play
Listen to the words of wisdom
And perfect the hell-bent system
That pits brothers against brothers
And sisters against sisters too
The Arab and the Jew
The Caucasians, the Polynesians
And the Chinese too
Remember the African,
The West Indian and Brazilian too
Its me and you
Why is the world bent
On the future and not the present
While we focus on the unseen
Lets focus on the pastures, make them green
Lets focus on the air, just keep it clean
Its a problem when we are not in tandem
You pulling here, me pulling there
Embroiled in conflict
Polluting the atmosphere
And today I write a story
Wishing for kind deeds and glory
To unite the globe with peace and love
Sparing the lamb, freeing the dove
Start a new dawn , free from scorn
Welcoming humanity ,
To a bright and sunny morn
These are the hopes I have
And within me I am glad
That my notes may inspire
Breathing hope with a burning desire
To set our hearts free, You and me
To awaken the blind, let them see
That's all it takes, to relieve the misery
Of a human heartache, pangs of pain
From which there are only losses
Nothing to gain.
So lets rekindle the flame
Let love take over again
And start a sweet refrain
Let Humanity reign.
In my life I've been married but twice
Three times a charm, some old advice
Ten years now, I've been dating another
Twice was enough, said my beloved mother
When my new love said- she wants to marry me
Came words of wisdom, from my brothers three
All three said- "we don't want to burst your bubble,
but if you marry again brother, you're just looking for trouble"
I've been divorced twice, so trouble's my game
If I marry again, it's a good chance, it'll end just the same
Another divorce and another ex-wife
Three times a charm- three wives in my life
One day perhaps, I'll ask her to wed
Maybe when I get the other two wives out of my head
But after ten years of dating my love, somehow
I ask myself, should I ask to marry me now?
But then I ask myself, why should I marry again
Even though this one is a ten
And although a ten is definitely fine
After ten long years, well, now she's a nine
She's now a nine, and that's all dandy and great
But...Oh No! Next year- she could be an eight
As the years pass by, she might become a close five
Hopefully by then, we'll both still be alive
I hope in the end, when its all's said and done
That my wife number three, will be my wife- number one!
Who are those people who write addictive prose
I read their lines and they make me feel transpose
Tell me who they are for I much like to meet them soon
They must be super human who perhaps live on the moon.
They say our fears are liars that like to bring us down,
And if we believe our fears we soon won’t be around
Who are these folks whose poems makes my soul stand still?
Who are these bright people who have such gifted skills?
They seem to be the wise of old that paint a picture out of words
Please tell because their prose makes my heart sing like a bird
Who are these accomplished individuals whose words aluminate my heart?
They must be nightingales that sing their sweet songs in the dark
I sure would like to meet them and hear their words of lore
Do you believe they come from some forgotten shore?
Who are these brilliant personages who write of eternal hope
And love then turn around, and put our lives under a microscope
They tell their stories with such veracity that take my breath away
I want to understand how they know the way I feel every day
At times I wonder how they find the words to make their poetry rhyme
I read their verses with tears upon my face, especially at bedtime
With pen in hand and paper, I try to write words that do not come
And I just can’t describe the sadness, and again I turn to them
Who are these special individuals whose souls are overflowing
With words of wisdom plucked from our universe that’s forever growing
I feel content to read the golden leaves of life from those who have
Paid the price of pain, love and misery
that life can sometimes bring
Within the hallways of my mind a memory that clings
spoken words of wisdom, beneath the hush of Christmas morn
A little kitchen full of goods a gaze that said, " you are loved"
what a child remembers is all the days of one life's adorn...
Garbed in flannel wrapped in joy beneath the tree we'd sit
unraveling treasures with disentanglement and foresight
Outside the snow kept falling softly upon our little house
where just the four of us kept vigil with the Holy child.
Today the world has changed but one thing still remains
we still believe in Christmas, for its love that binds us all
recall your own Noel dear friends but do remember this
it's in the eyes of those you meet, that sweet, repeated bliss.
“Wisper words of wisdom, there will be an answer, let it be”
By John Winston Lennon, & Paul James McCartney,
Wounded Whisper. 22nd May 2023
"Living with a man with dementia isn't easy, but she makes it seem so."
THE TWIST BY THE POET.
When all seems lost, and I am in my darkest hour,
She comes to me whispering words of power.
Loneliness drapes a morbid veil, and all seems sour,
She comes to me whispering words that tower.
When pain spears my heart, I don’t know why,
She comes to me whispering words on which I can rely.
When sadness streams but grown men don't cry
She comes to me whispering healing words I can’t deny.
When confusion swarms it strikes an ugly blow.
She comes to me whispering clarity, for me to bestow.
When I am down and there are things, I don’t know.
She comes to me whispering love on overflow.
When all seems vague, trouble causes blindness.
She comes to me whispering words of kindness.
When it seems, there will never be any fineness.
She comes to me whispering words of divineness.
When she tries so hard to make my life freshly new,
She comes to me whispering solemn vows so true.
When I know she has done all that she could do
My wounded whisper can only say to her ‘Thank You”
First year came as a rude shock
And the second still was like a dream
Third was a reality
The gone is gone for good
My beloved father a good shepherd has left
Leaving it all for mom and God
The burdened but tireless woman
Death struck like the lightening in the storm
Deafening thunders that made us shiver
Our beloved father is gone
The treasured and priceless jewel is lost
This we thought could scatter the herds
Like a flock without the herder
We kept counting every year
From one and today makes it nine
On a shining sun or cloudy day
Be it night of full moon or no moon
We feel your love and guide hovering over
You never left us alone to fear
Even when you're not here in flesh
We live in love and harmony you taught us
Your words of wisdom we never forgot in our blue days
We loved you and never stopped loving you
If we have our way, we would want a visit
But we know you watch us each day that breaks
We have grown and growing in oneness
Togetherness is our watchword
Mom has built on your legendary legacy
The children soaring higher in altitude and attitudes
It is another year to remember you daddy
It is one year short of a decade
We are sure of our reunion
Though not in a hurry to cross the boundary
But we await our day of beautiful reunion
When we shall live to leave no more
Where and when death is Conquered
And life is eternal without sunrise
Rest on papa
Our happiness is in our togetherness
A formidable love and strength that keep us thriving
We miss you at every sunset
Please pray for us at every sunrise.
We love you and you'll live in our hearts forever
From the very beginning
you were apart of my life.
Throughout my days on earth
you have been my shinning light.
The one I could always go to on days
whenever things didn’t feel right.
When my vision began to fade
you gave me sight.
Like a lighthouse
your words of wisdom guided me along
keeping me mentally strong.
Of course I had other sources of wisdom;
but yours is one of its kind.
For as your first grandchild our bond was
Unique, from the days when
I began to crawl you helped me to
Stand on my feet as the young man
I am when you stretched out your hands.
When I needed an extra mile you gave me two.
Whenever I was hungry you always had food,
and no matter what I went through
you were always in my corner to let me know
how mature I grew.
LOVE YOU GRANDMA
gave me the mic
God bless the day
the mic was made
so gave me the mic
I have a message
I have them in quantum's
don't ask too much question
I sick perfection too
just listen and be bless
is not difficult
so turn on the mic
my soul is willing
gave me the mic
if got a soul
heal the world
we are so wild
our evil destructions
are obviously obvious
so now my mic is on fire
as I spit the light
to the dark world
there is no time
to wait
the time is now
so if you got a soul
let heal the world
with love
gave me the mic
let me heal my soul
wild to the world
polluted by lies
destroyed by illusion
I am not the first on the mic
with worlds of wisdom
so I provoke another soul
to rise to the mic
cos together we can heal
the world
I wish I can do it alone
let me die if I think twice
let my days be short cut
if I let down
sadly I can't do it alone
now I know why my mic
is on fire
cos it echo's life
to the air of freedom
it is loud on the ears
of the weak
cos we all need each other
to heal the world together
with love
gave me the mic
play me the deep tone
just let me be only
with this mic of mine
am a beast on the mic
I fear not cos this life I bear
I already have died to be alive now
too hard to understand but
only God knows the truth
from the heart of
the son of man
so he place his divine
blessing on my soul
and now I can set the mic
on fire with out a lighter
but by the words of wisdom
from the supernatural blessing
of God
calling on the world
calling on all people
to together heal the world
with love