Obnoxious arguments; I rant only
My words, shard glass tearing souls
No exception is there, my wrath equal upon all
Though to you, are the wounds mendable.
Excuse myself in rage, do I never
A barrage do I release, to free myself
Humaneness, my preach to oppose another
The hurt I inflict, is remembered by my own.
As your silence befalls me, my guilt grows
My thoughts erratic, not whole
What was spoken, can not be refunded
A friend, a foe; my acts deceive.
The loathe towards myself, my cell cast
Forgiveness a key, you grant.
Categories:
mendable, feelings, forgiveness, friendship, hope,
Form: Sonnet
If
(inspired by Rudyard Kipling's Poem, If)
If I could relinquish all judging to Almighty God
Concerning myself on where my feet alone trod
Where my mind lounges
What my mood would convey
I believe I'd know peace of mind throughout the day
If I could be a sample ..fruit of wisdom heard
Regarding my brother's footsteps more intently than his word
If I could sow treasure when occasion coaxes me to intercede
I believe a flower would emerge from such a planted seed
If I could rebuke gossip and ignore the adulterous call
Still appreciate the lesson taught from shame-producing fall
If I could view the weakest one with mercy-coated eyes
I believe there'd be scant reason to don all disguise
If I could dispense love when hatred is due and never restrict the span
Surrender to patience when urge to explode is primed by fellowman
If I could persist in mending any mendable wrong
I believe I would know freedom as composer of the song
Categories:
mendable, inspirational, peace, spiritual,
Form: Verse
A broken vase
is mendable
with a bit of glue.
Silver solder
repairs a rip in metal.
New parts often
keep the car running.
A doctor plasters
a broken bone.
New shingles replace
a worn-out roof.
Road crews pour asphalt
into dangerous pot holes.
Planks of wood
restore barn doors.
No substance on earth
can mend a broken heart.
Time is the only cure;
healing is slower than molasses.
Sometimes, grief-gouged wounds
leave shadows
reaching into eternity.
Categories:
mendable, break up, recovery from,
Form: List
The world is not kind
To those with troubled minds
A physical pain
of someone deemed sane
Gets more loving care
than the mental pain
of someone “insane”
How I wish…. I wish…
they were both the same.
People are not kind
To those with troubled minds
They can’t understand
Insecurity
Anxiety … worry
Paranoia
Obsessiveness
Compulsiveness
All seem too gory
Stress and Depression
Pain and Regression
Kidney problems are normal
Broken bones, mendable
But what if it’s hormonal?
Mood swings and sighs
Excessive laughter and cries
Are not understood
Why can’t they just be good?
Their physical aches
Gets medicated with ease
With pills of pain relief
But mental aches
Just bring them grief
So they send you off to a shrink.
It’s just the same…It’s the same!
Both get medicated…in different ways…
Yet just the same!
Oh world, care for the mind
Not just the body
Care for the mind
And the things that lurk inside
The darkness and sighs
The forebodings of night
Of ending a life
Relief is in a happy pill
That makes a person less ill
Take care of the mind
For it’s like any other organ…
It feels pain
It gets tired
It needs to be whole
So, have a soul and…
Care for those with troubled minds!
Categories:
mendable, pain, people, social, care,
Form: Rhyme