Do you now feel at ease?
When it's all said and done
When you've seen and loved
Saw the darkest side of life
And even questioned the sands of time
When you looked up in the sky
And acknowledged the beauty of the sun
Seen storms imbibe people and trees
How did you feel?
When you sometimes had friends
But sometimes thought you didn't care
How much hurt or happiness did it bring?
Did you have those nights where you could not sleep?
When you said you were fine but you were not
You wanted to vent but kept it short
When you saw the worst but kept going
Did you ever feel like quitting?
You were not wrong to feel wounded
You weren't wrong to keep your heart wooden
I want you to ask yourself this,
"Do I now feel at ease?"
Every day I try something new
And hope my plans don't go askew;
Because of this horrible quitting through and through
Thought I'd start knitting
But never thought of committing;
The name 'quitter' seems fitting.
I'll play Badminton for a day
But when it gets hard I'd rather not stay;
In this arena of players who paved their way.
They weren't like me,
Who has a procrastination guarantee;
When the game got tough, they didn't flee.
Thousands of things I said I'd do
That I tried to eschew;
And that's why, they're way overdue.
We pass the fire sticks near the police cars,
lit.
Bright round moon shine, that’s it.
The fit,
from the tall and small,
still they’d rather walk then sit
with grandpa in the car.
We are so close to home. Each keeps their wit
and acumen, as we trudge through the dark -
feels dangerous, but we don’t quit,
even when grandpa gives a second chance
then he drives, leaving us insanely split.
Arguments ensue near thick smoke
as cars commit
and we don’t want to get hit
so the older kid wants to grab the illumined necklace
from the younger’s hand and both won’t quit.
Smarty pants grandma asks him why he doesn’t use
his cell. Well, duh, he’s out of power. Keeping my wit
and acumen, steering my cell out of my purse,
handing the flashlight to him. He takes it.
The younger than offers to share…forget it.
Epilogue:
sweets, showers, sleep - nah, sit…yes, nice
as husband shushes…a little bit
7/1/2023
frog croaks at sundown
inspired by heavy rainfall
signaling the geese
This life is my life
Why is this my life
So I shout YOLO
Maybe I'll try van life
Cause escapism
And romanticizing
Are all that's really driving me
And maybe one day
I'll really do it
I'll quit my job and
I'll get right to it
Because they told me
That time is money
So right now I'm rich as I can be
I will not be quitting you
I’m not ready to be quitting you;
I still need your love.
You may be ready, but I will never be,
Ready to give up.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
I'm happy to say that I quit smoking half a year ago.
It's been six months today since I last smoked tobacco.
When I was presented with the opportunity to quit, I decided to reach out and grab it.
All that I needed was some nicotine patches and faith in God to be able to kick the habit.
I quit smoking even though it's not an easy thing to do.
If you're a smoker who wants to quit, I believe in you.
Years ago I worked in Houston;
In a Super-Store.
I often worked the night-shift;
I worked out on the floor.
It was honest money;
But sometimes the work was hard.
I was glad at quitting time,
When it was time to punch my card.
It was dark when work was finished;
I walked to my car alone.
But it made me little difference;
Cause it was my time to go home.
I've worked now many season's,
In my Master's field.
I've planted in the springtime;
And seen the harvest yield.
I've shivered in the morning chill;
And worked though the heat of day
To help the weary traveler;
Who is lost, to find his way.
But it's getting up toward evening;
And I know that supper's on.
The bell will soon be ringing,
At last we can go home
I listen for my Master;
And His glorious call sublime.
With joy I greet the evening.
For I know it's quitting time.
The darkness closes round us,
But I know we'll find our way.
For He is there to guide us,
At the closing of the day.
I found pleasure in my labor;
And I know I did my best.
We will find a bright tomorrow,
And in Christ our souls will rest.
Baby steps, followed by
a child's stumbling,
teenage sprained ankles,
broken bones and
bodies covered with bruises,
adults take two steps forward
followed by one step back.
What of the person with no feet?
Hasn't he a reason to succeed.
His will shaped by submission
to a higher power than his own
encouraged by right mentors.
Elderly invalids often leap
into service through a
ministry from their couch.
Hard work, patience, determination,
and faith gets us to our goal
when misdirected love says,
“It’s okay to quit.”
September 9, 2019
contest: Sometimes Love Is Not Enough https://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry/contests/sometimes_love_is_not_enough_13171
Host: Silent One
I've been smoke free two months today.
I haven't smoked and I hope that's how things will stay.
Please don't start smoking, it wasn't a good thing for me to do.
Please say no to nicotine because that is what is best for you.
If allowances
Were made
I’d consider
Saying no to
One cigarette
A day
morning wakes coughing
disturbing gold-green locket
contemplating patch
5/15/09
Admitting Than Quitting
Was truly my style to start sitting,
While all my bad habits admitting;
Started to count them one by one;
Then when I was finished and done
Them concurrently started quitting.
What else is there left I should say
Should make mine Poem of the Day
And if the day has become bleak
Can also make it Poem of the Week
Have my permission yes you may.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
On quitting PoetrySoup as soon as I join
This morning I had
two comments on
two poems I posted
yesterday.
They were both from
the same person
and very nice comments
they were, indeed.
And yet, my first reaction
was not, as you might expect,
one of joy and happiness:
“Oooh! Someone liked
my poems!”
It was, instead,
“Oh no - I’ve got to
quit Poetry Soup!
Strangers are reading my
deathless verse
and that just ain’t sposed
to happen!
And yet it did
and yet I didn’t
(quit, that is)
and yet
I wanted to.
The confidence is choice my soul the scene
like rivers winding backwards be mundane!
Opposing is my forethought my exclaim
that holy art of trial, pray to redeem!
Oppose me not, Oh God, in this remain
nor edge out indiscretion, thought were vain,
that character did choose to grant my wane
a walking pattern master filed my name!
It were my heart, as effort's yet proclaim
but true within in goodness and explain,
wearied Faith, my solitude doth aim
to ply my course, resumption gears disdain!
To trial by error, hearty towards contain
opposing gathers courage, while quitting . . . stays the same!
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