silent wars. debilitating crises. emotional toils. outweighing bills. fading hopes. unending woes. what hope am i left with. when fortune continues to seem dreary. betrayals that never stopped from friends. failures that lurk beneath attempts. destiny continues to provoke my tears. mockery continues to induce my fears. heavily drenched in pool of depression. of a health challenge that had stifled my aspirations. to whom do i bare these ordeals. unto whose chest do i fall asleep. whose shoulders do i lean on. that would renew my hopes with reassuring words. for these dreams are crippling at failure's behest. while i only continue to brood in silence.
©: LegalBard
12/11/2023
Importance
Brittle while still beating
Facing ordeals bound unscrupulous
Memories and self-fleeting
Roaming humankind, staying meticulous
Probing for thy true identity
Shedding light upon the unrighteous trials
Rummaging for crumbs of serenity
Confronting the blunt force of society’s denials
Amazing buildup of affection,
She is an iconic vigour,
Fights with society
To affirm her existence
In this bitter world.
Owns the wings of courage,
Aspires to touch the horizon,
Smashes stereotypes,
Eludes the cage of suffocation.
Compiling memoirs of ordeals,
Blazes her woes away,
Reflects a gracious smile,
And utters words in appraisal.
Illustrates a glorious extent,
Prompting decisive impulses,
Attempts to fortify her pals
Towards their prospects.
I looked up to them as ideals
But they put me through ordeals
Of compassion, of respect, of kindness—
The people I envisioned were too unreal.
Strangled and throttled by the vines
How could I forget to read the signs
Of beauty, of hope, of fairness—
The life I strived for was too unreal.
Unnoticed, I'm fading away
So tired now, I don't want to stay
Of serenity, of tranquility, of happiness—
The world I dreamed of was too unreal.
I had to let someone know
But you had to deliver the final blow
Of love, of empathy, of humility—
The concept of you in my mind was too unreal.
Nutrition must be met with healthy meals
Exercise tones bodies for ordeals
Water is the key to stay hydrated
Sunshine's vitamin D is top-rated
Temperance kept disciplined, a must
Air quality stays pure- no pollen, dust
Rest restores lost energy to new
Trust in God helps keep your spirit true.
tough ordeals - stack like squares in circles with no shaped clarity revealed
In another part of the city,
Where I never ever go,
The streets were far from pretty
And much worse that you might know.
The poverty was glaring,
The folks down at their heels
And, although I wasn’t staring,
They were burdened by ordeals.
Some were sprawled out in the gutters;
Others shuffled slowly by.
Though I couldn’t hear their mutters,
I could see the reasons why.
From my neighborhood, two miles
Is the distance, I would say,
Which holds separate all their trials
And keeps fear of that at bay.
Has the Milkyway been altered, does it
now need saved? Never mind, I’ll draw
mermaids anyway.
I wanted steady onward. Seems I’m never
heard. I need a mockingbird. Could familiars
best somewhere, somehow, still linger?
To get the sky back on track the galaxy must
be regained or has it expired, its hope past
tired? I’m stuck on the outer rim where no
answer has ever been. Join me, bring your
confusion, you will both fit right in.
Not engaged or vacant, not present or absent,
his eyes hold no malice. My eyes are filled
with need to know how we should proceed.
Pokemon have been gathered, some soft
cushy and large, and some hard little figures.
I believe what matters is the comfort he gets
from just a squeeze.
Rough challenges bounce, smacking hours
around. Tough ordeals stack fears like circles
in squares that cast their shadows unfair.
Has the Milkyway been altered? My child’s
health has faltered. Long shadowy goosebumps
are everywhere, even goosebumps mermaids
believe in and wear.
When untamed wind roughens fine wisp of day
and grating the bite of late twilight sky--
O woeful eyes quiver and turn away
from hours' piercing ordeals that darkly sigh ,
like fragile mirrors thrown into the air
my aloneness bleak as clenched shadow's jaw,
while ominous vapor darts from nowhere
to cast upon life wrecked by sharpened claw:
Yet above, tiny stars could not resist
their flicker of blinks, a luster divine
that I find comfort in dear heaven's mist
absorbing tender solace quite benign.
How beautiful a gentle eve when viewed,
Through life's unclenched jaw... now truly imbued.
"Inside a man of steel, a towering fortress" - quote by poet.
amidst ordeals spiritually steadfast.
tough to break; calm under pressure;
weathering life's tempestuous storms,
passing tests of character and faith;
strength and endurance like no other.
Stunning to see
How I love the leaves
Of the trees
And how they bend
Over to the river.
Those stalwart trees
Standing side by side
Reaching towards heaven in prayer
Their branches extend for shades
The surrounding rejoice as I feel your crisp air.
Each season affect our living
Your leaves changes each color
Father, you give us the strength
To survive the ordeals of grace
Your trees witness history of humanity and time.
I stand here still
In the stillness of the night
What have we been
Have we been through
I wonder now
Every morning a new day
I am glad you chose to stay
Whispers, softly call
Manifold shapes
A heart of gold
I can be sure
That we grow old
Just so much
To be learned and told
You shine
You grow
I see the spheres
Of significance
I see the pillars
Of consistency
Ordeals and provocations
Our best aspirations
You shine
You grow
I’m in temptation
And in flow
So long
So long ago
Give me esteem
And I paint a wonderwork
A raging stream
That can be heart
All along through valleys
And over mountains
Hold on tight
You might be trembling
But we make it through each night
We are not forlorn
Nor restless
And I kiss you every day
And tell you that I love you
There is so much to be said
And alas so much
To remain silent about
In good times
And in times of fraud
The heavens rise
In a burning cloud
It's about time I tell you my story-
so jot down notes, and take inventory.
I've been there, done it too-
I've left my past behind me, and started anew.
I've been in relationships, and I've been alone-
I've made it through, all on my own.
I am not stuck on any past ordeals-
I empathize with others and I know how it feels.
I've lived in many neighborhoods, some not so nice-
Most of the areas were good, and suffice.
I had my share of bad decisions-
Wrong choice's were my life's collisions.
I've lived, I've loved, I've envied, as well-
I've even lived behind bars, incarcerated in a cell.
I've been charged, and I've been convicted-
Not at all the life that I had depicted.
I've seen wicked, evil people in my time-
straight up demonic slime.
Once I had a man try to beat me into submission-
I've even had my bouts with the disease of addiction.
I lost opportunities and run out of chances-
Poor choices were life's circumstances.
I continue forward and try not to dwell-
No longer living in my own created Hell.
Do I go left or right?
Do I just think on a plight?
It’s a wonder
Through the darkness needing understanding
Embracing the tears through fear
When Can and Maybe preserver
The mind questions
The voice wants to respond
Tomorrow’s wisdom
Assurance suddenly arises
The spotlight doesn’t show the inner soul
Alone being the only threshold
Standing as an individual Poet
Enthused in spirit
Blessed merit
Not an easy chore
Learning being me to explore
Couldn’t ignore
Being sure of myself
Not words, but confidence with every ouch of courage
Strength within making me strong
It was my armor to put on
Ordeals being reality for real
Words are what a Poet says
Words are what a Poet confides
Sentences lead the way being an escort
Never ending, but always forgiving
The words are always everlasting
Appreciative and subjective
Poet Actor
Ever After
Burn Not the Bridges
Life is a hubris to uncertainty!
One day you are a prince,
The next day you are a slave.
Indeed, the world is round:
Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
We know that focus rewards,
For you cannot move on,
With eyes fixed to the past;
Reconcile with the past ordeals,
And burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
Time heals but the scabs remain,
To remind of time lost in agony,
For they’ll thrust you to destiny;
Because everyone has a date with it.
Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
Be solicitous for affluence,
And supplicate day and night,
As you abide in pilgrimage,
To bribe the gods for restitution,
Yet, Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again.
We strive and seek haven,
Where abundance, power and security resides;
We trample on neighbor’s shoulders,
To triumph in the “game of life”
We burn the bridges,
And drown as we use the river again.
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