A LOOK AT NONSENSE
I cannot write a poem today
So why should I even try
It's snowing outdoors right now
And I am not sure just why
I don't have the answers
To all my questionings
But if I try to think it through
I might learn a thing or two
About life's many ponderings
And how they puzzle you
I might learn why strong men cry
When you least expect they will
And why that tiny bird I saw
Perches on my grill
Why do wonders still exist
E'n when things go wrong
Why do I hear a little child
Sing a brand new song
Why can't humans fly around
And save their tired feet
Why do words that make no sense
Often give relief
Maybe so I can write a poem
That relieves my tired mind
So I can then enjoy the snow
With its refreshing sign
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Categories:
questionings, allusion, anxiety, beauty, blessing,
Form: Rhyme
Sylvan conjectures
impractical resonates
illusions are I
Categories:
questionings, absence, dream, fate, identity,
Form: Haiku
You take my little tantrums...
You listen through my pity party
and gently remind me
You still love me
No, "I told you so"
but gentle whisperings
of things I've ignored
Your words
and I know
You know
what's best
You take my ingratitude...
but then again
you speak to me
through the eyes filled with tears
through the images that won't let me be
Stuck in the world of complacency
You speak to me
You take my questionings...
and you let me rant and rave
Knowing you can save
Knowing in the end
I'll face that same grave
as everyone else
and so You wait....
wanting me to see
Beyond the now
Into your eternity
You take my questionings....
I don't know how to thank you
the Master of the Universe
and yet...
you come down to me
and talk to me
and hold me
and sing to me
and love me
unconditionally....
No one else does
No one else will
Love me like you do
I know it's true
and tonight, Lord
tonight
I just want to say...
Thank You.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
questionings, prayer, thanksgiving, universe,
Form: Free verse
It’s just a normal headache all say
They don’t understand
They don’t know the troubles I go through
They don’t know my fears for its very true
My life may seem normal to them
But I know the truth
Everything is so horrendously horrific
Everything looks like it’s against me
For life may truly be
Every day I beg to be saved from the pains of life
They don’t know I die a thousand deaths a day
They don’t know the ups and downs I go through
Still they think they can tell me what to do
Life is not a chocolate cake
Sweet as it looks from top
Is bitter wid in
I know better than to curse life
beacuse it’s just a slice of my lowlife
But I know at the end of the day
It’s all going to be a past
For the future have good wishes and happenings
And it awaits my pleasure
There will be lots of questionings
But it all shall be at my leisure
I will pass through it all
I know I will
And I will do it alone
For I need no one but myself to carry on and on......
Categories:
questionings,
Form: Rhyme
No poet writ for the joy of another's eye,
for the desire clouds your poetry.
What sense is it to satisfy the fellow?
when you writ for others , not self gratification.
Art of words be tossed here and there
but it homes in its wordful owner,
the heart is unbounded by deems and description,
because it only be defined by its heartly artist.
Rich and poor is bestowed with the ability
to portray the colors so lovely within.
Damn the doubtful , impale their questionings
by the hands of GOD they neglect a gift.
We thrive the roads of the lost beings
and our paths will meet whether we want it or not
a wish I have since I was a todd
May I meet the beings , and learn from I, they will.
Categories:
questionings, art
Form: Free verse
There is an old fellow I know,
Who just turned 96 years old.
His health is not bad in the usual sense,
But with his everyday memories he does fence.
Oh, he can remember specific things,
But day to day, he has questionings.
It is difficult for those around him you see,
To put into perspective this reality.
They love him as a father, brother, and friend,
But against his barrage of questions is hard to defend.
He doesn't know how it hurts them so,
To see him wandering to and fro.
Yet, there is One who watches all,
And one day He will come to call.
For another chair will open for Jim,
There's a seat there reserved just for him.
And another card player will join the crowd,
That plays card games all day and laughs aloud.
I can only hope that for me will be there,
Some day, an open place with another chair.
Because the Lord deals all the cards,
For us on earth, that is what's hard.
We know not when He will our pinochle deal,
But when He calls the trump, our life has been sealed.
As things go here, we can only play our best,
And when our time comes, trust Him to do the rest.
Categories:
questionings, dedication, faith, friendship, loveday,
Form: Couplet
Proposition deployed on bulletin boards
where OPPORTUNITY leaves a number
that you can be reached at. I left a message.
The hard KNOCKS of experience
have shown me WHEN to act, and when it is time to wait,
for I believe that NO ONE drives my destiny but me,
and I know what IS my HOME, my sanctuary,
my safe place TO be myself.
I have no ANSWER to THE endless questionings of fate,
but my heart is OPENING to the possibilities of love.
I stand today, in the DOORway of tomorrow,
awaiting your call.
Categories:
questionings,
Form: I do not know?
Do you ever stand in your place
And consider and stare
At a door ... wondering what its doing there?
How light can enter a leaf and leave
A little bone of energy there
To grow and grow bigger than it all began?
And all our senses as little doors
Sweep up the dust and lust in all of us
These tenants that rage from within
The imperceptible entrance of sin
Do you ever wonder why
The senses let them in?
For me, I come to it like Alladin
Testing magic words
That my children may let me in
Filtered through the clamor and glamor of lies
They my walking cane, and I their eyes
But cannot remember the combination
To the rigid lock.
And ever and ever you stand there
Perpetually the perpetuating knock
And I who come to you always bare
Wonder why ... when my door is open
Do you knock and knock
I did not ever buy a lock
While time is here barrier to heaven
You the way ... to the open door
You the door ... into life
When a door confronts the door
How do I enter into life
The mirage has walls that pin my wings
And lock me into perpetual questionings.
Categories:
questionings, faith, inspirational, philosophyme, senses,
Form: Free verse
your beauty is
present
in
the ugliest
hour
sun lights burst
through on
the darkest day
questionings prick
my conscieness
of your mentality
share with me...
i desire to come inside
and know your
person personally
obstructions of this or that
forbid my accompaniment
share with me...
i desire to share with you
sometimes i want
to commit
robbery on your
mental position and
steal your every
thought....
share with me...
and i will share
with you
and we both
will be revealed..
Categories:
questionings, life, love, mystery, desire,
Form: I do not know?