TRUMP NOT INTO YOU
CANADIANS WILL PULL THROUGH
YOU WILL SEE THAT TRUE
Is this the world that deserves our softest light?
Is this how we get on with a little fight?
We know we’re not in control
We pull through whatever may arise or fall
But despite convalescing from an affliction
Banefully, we seem diagnosed with manipulation
Either you’re blind or refusing to see
Escaping the decaying reality
Countering every dire theory—
Consciously—with a dreamy philosophy
Not for the sake of sweet innocence
Nor for ignorance’s safe pretense
But for seizing the right to live
Because we ought to find grace in what we receive
To drink from the sacred cup of existence—
To taste salvation without a tang of grievance
So I keep asking with a tainted insight…
Is this really the world I once believed to have a hidden light?
—Nicola An
Why me? Why not me?
these questions flare like wildfires—
Why now? Why not now?
queries bring you to your knees
as forget-me-nots beckon.
Why not? is the hinge—
on the ledge between staying,
and stepping over,
as your fear guards the threshold,
courage dares you to pull through.
Ask 'Why' when your dreams
feel stolen or locked away—
Ask 'Why Not', to pick
the lock open granting you
consent to reach, risk and see!
'Why not's' have blue blooms
with five petals for plucking
like forget-me-nots—
Count: why not, why, why not, why...
the last is always 'Why Not'!
When all why's are still,
the heart leans over towards—
a 'Yes' not a 'No',
for risk and courage reward
pucker picks of 'Yes! Why Not!'
Filled with trepidation
(not amalgam)
paid a visit to the nearest sadist
he who thrills
to the sound of drills
and not the first
on my Christmas list
(DDS Jack Flash)
as for him it's all gas gas gas
but with an aching tooth
(forsooth and alas)
what else was one to do
but turn the other cheek
in the hope I would pull through
and while seated there in the chair
(to extract a page from his book
Weapons of Mass Dentistry)
with WMD in my north and south
I repeated into thin air
'Dentists all look down in the mouth!'
Not Tonight
My mind it cries into the night
There is no longer so much fright
The rapture that was long ago
Tis is not now I to and fro
Guilded, that is not me
I’m crying to be set free
A lie
Betrayal
I’ve died inside
Just not tonight
Freedom from my deepest sins
Inside my mind just not so kind
Believeth to be set free
Just not tonight
I’ll pull through
It’s in my nature
But sometimes I feel I waiver
The simple cries that hurt me so
Just not tonight
The pain upon my brow
The sorrow felt so deep below
The Autumn is upon us
And yet I do not hear the crow
Inflicted I did unto myself
No yield for my mind that doth come true
Just not tonight
Maybe I can make it further
A rustle of what could come true
No more that is just black and blue
A simple thought, a crackle or a spark
So forever more it will always be
Just not tonight
Hearts must break to earn the token.
That love is tired and too softly spoken.
How else can a hurting heart bleed,
to reveal it’s overlooked and in need?
Gathering the pieces, starting anew.
is what helps true love pull through,
the slime and sludge of dreariness,
weighing the heart down with weariness.
Use the token, buy a sweet potion.
A balm to reset the heart in motion.
To lift its beat to quiver anew,
at what love's expectation can do.
Hearts don't have unbreakable skin.
Cracks let healing light get in.
They show you where to mend,
the wounds, to remake an old friend.
Don't hide the loss and grief
Cover with lacquer, and gold leaf,
Showing how the once heartbroken,
can become Kintsugi - love's token.
Ask yourself this everyday.
Why in the world do I think this way?
I think such awful things about me.
And think highly of everyone else I see.
But now let's turn it around to you.
And recognize what you do.
I should be my own favorite best friend.
Today is the day that I shall begin.
To myself today I just want to say.
I'm praying that you'll have an excellent day!
May God help you to always smile.
Because to me, you are worthwhile!
If someone today is mean to you.
Just know that I love the things you do.
Thank you so much for always being there.
I find comfort in knowing at least someone cares.
When I am sick, I can count on you.
To be there with me until I pull through.
You are my guest during every meal.
Sharing thoughts with me of how I feel.
You never once say "You're boring me!"
You are what I think a true friend should be!
Just know you are my greatest friend.
The one to be there until my life ends.
Today, I'll smile, but others won't have a clue.
I know I am loved and I want to thank you!!!
An unpopulated place where
poplars grow
Unseen canopies expose
tree trunks in a row
Wildflowers swoon over
undergrowth below
As back to front figures
watch the panoramic show
Lush vegetation evokes a
spellbinding hue
With violet bark
to engrain their view
Don’t flee this forest
reality will go askew
Stay forever
they may just pull through
Lost in the emerald
is a world of their own
Do they seek solace
have seeds been sown?
In this vibrant thicket
where trees have grown
Have they just come together?
or come back to atone
Perfect is a dream
without fear or dread
One that only ends,
when we go to bed?
The artist knew well,
his final words bled
“Sadness will last forever”
>yet brilliance he spread<
The snow was soft, the air so still,
When Rudolph stumbled down the hill.
His crimson nose, a beacon dimmed,
As tears welled up, his spirit trimmed.
The elves with haste, their hands so kind,
Mended his leg with time to bind.
"Don’t fret," said Dasher, "We’ll pull through,"
For Christmas magic always grew.
Though Rudolph stayed behind to rest,
His courage lit the North Pole’s quest.
The stars aligned to guide the sleigh,
And love lit up the holiday.
Dawn curls her lips shyly this foggy morning
Gone is the twinkling of her pearly white spring
Gone are the greedy songbirds herded away
Their perches now bare of whim and whimsy
Cherish your larder as does the ant who dances
Welcome warmheartedly all of Gravity's prances
He has furies of voids to fill, each moment anew
For the seeds that pull through with you, renew
Life. A maze of opportunity
Or is it a winding road to destruction.
Life. A wonderful beautiful destiny
Unless you are facing obstruction
Life. Full of hope and love
Or are you wondering how to stop and get off.
Life. Is difficult, its not easy, its tough
Sometimes it may seem it is all just too much
Life. Something we actually dont choose
Just thrown here to live, survive and pull through
Life. Where do we actually come from?
Author Dana Redricks
July 18, 2024
You are the woman of my dreams, I love every part of you from the bitter to the sweet. You are everything I could ask for and more.
When I saw you, I had to welcome you into the door to my heart. You are an answer to my dream come true. What would I do without you?
Through these hard times you helped me pull through. You're the one I want to share my life with. I can't imagine my life without you. You're like the sweet taste of lemonade. You're the one that makes my dream come true. Thank God Yahweh blessing me with someone like you.
After the flood,
There will be a lot of mud.
The mud can be oozy and thick,
And will swallow you up quick.
Some people may be dead,
But don't let that go to your head.
Some may not survive,
But most will be alive.
There will be standing water everywhere.
All around you, it is there.
You will need to use a boat,
Or maybe just float.
The sun will come out,
And erase all of your doubt.
The sun will shine bright,
And give off lots of light.
Peace will be restored,
And you will not be bored.
There is plenty of rebuilding to do,
And as a community, you will pull through.
Please tell me what happened to
The couple who would pull through
All the hard times with a talk
Now it seems like you just walk
Away from serious topics
I don't know when you just started
Keeping this bottled inside
Day after day I've always tried
To unlock the issues building
I just wish you would be willing
To sit down and tell me what
Is so wrong inside your gut
That you just refuse to tell
Allowing everything to swell
Up until you finally break
What is it going to take
Until you can confide in me
To end all this misery
You feel I shouldn't know
I want my trust to grow
And start getting back to when
You can sit near me again
And just talk alone for hours
As your wall is getting lower
Letting me inside once more
Never closing your hearts door
Your words were like shards cutting deep into my veins
All you ever left me with was the pain
Knowing I will never be anything to you, or anyone else
You beat me down until I was black and blue
And you kept telling me that we would pull through
I should have known that only time would tell
You hide the pain so well, but now your true colors have shown
And nothing could ever replace the only heart I have ever known
You made me believe that I was perfect
But inside every perfect face
Comes the flaws I wish I could erase
But nothing could ever heal me like you do
You used me for your advantage and took a toll on my mind
And every time I see you I loose track of time
Knowing that you were my only option left
But in each happy face
Lies the memories I wish I could evade
But nothing could ever hurt me like you do
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