The warm glow of the gold lantern
Nestled in my hands
Reminds me of the light of hope
As I learn to understand
How memories guide our way to live
How memories move our heart to give.
In late summer
All the happiness comes back
As we remember
What spring brought to us...
Gazing at the gold lantern
As I raise my arms
Fingers slowly loosen grip
To let it float on.
Watch these memories reach the sky
Let the spirit soar as you remember why
For all that they teach us
They're our living guide...
Remember the people
Who are lodged in heart.
Recalling sad times too
Won't bring you harm
For memory can protect our soul
By granting us the wisdom
That we need in life...
Our memories are golden!
Those of love bring hope
And like that lantern glow,
They can lift us up.
So remember in late summer
There's more good to come.
There once was a mind in despair
That judged the world harsh and unfair
Through trauma and grief
It rejected belief
Yet still cried for justice and care
If feelings alone lead the way
(They shift with the night and the day)
So whose mind should decide
What is wrong, what’s right
When emotions can darken or sway?
To measure the good and the true
A Standard must stand over you
Not anger’s demand
Nor a wavering hand
But a Judge who is righteous all through
Some say God’s a wish of the brain
A child’s projectionism, lain
But Freud could not see
Every soul that would be
So his claim is arbitrarily plain
The proof then is pressed in reply
Deny Him and reason runs dry
For worldviews opposed
Leave foundations exposed
And collapse when their claims reach the sky
Resolution:
This one faith puts Jehovah on high
(So cling to Him while He is nigh)
And Its book makes a claim
That without Him, disdain
With an ambivalent heavy sigh
In good in bad,in sorrow and joy
There is no one,but I,remember me,O' boy.
You reach heights, you reach the sky
I will hold you always, how much high you fly.
I can see no tears in your eye
Never lose hope,fear or be shy.
I am the saviour, I am the protector
Just move on,try and be the go-getter.
When everything seems lost,everything is gone
Remember me,I am there for you,my son.
I can read your mind,I can feel your heartbeat
You can smile,you cannot fool and cheat.
I make you laugh,I make you cry
I am the one,to give you the courage, again to try.
Every step,every move for you,is always a test
To see how much,you can bear,before the final rest.
When everything seems dark,dumb and calm
Remember me,I am always there for you to charm.
Remember me,my child, remember me
My blessings will shower ,have patience to see...
Why would you ever want to stay
the same when you already know
that you're meant to change?
Why refuse to let your flames grow
when you yearn to spread your wins
and want to reach the sky?
Why stay where they don't want you
when you can just create someplace new
and live a life that's uniquely true?
Why give up hope for a better future
when the signals of a brighter horizon
shine forth in every soul that sees you?
Falling from Jacobs Ladder,
Becoming mad at matter,
I'm battered and bruised,
I used all my belief,
My relief covered in grief,
A brief moment of freedom,
Came from falling some,
Clinging on to what's to come,
Little crumbs of hope,
Become threads to the rope,
I use to elope,
Sliding down a steep slope,
Coping with the climb,
Priming myself again,
I know I can win,
My resolve growing thin,
Dissolving into my skin,
Evolving as I sink in,
Thinking it's too late,
Debating another try,
I don't see a reason why,
Every time I reach the sky,
I fly off the hinges,
On the fringes of society,
Bingeing on what I can see,
Enjoying it temporarily,
Knowing what is soon to be,
It happens repeatedly,
I get beat every time,
Climbing the ladder inside.
The swings, the trees, the blossom springs,
Incomplete without the childish bliss.
When disarrayed, when amiss,
The old dust begins to glint.
The swings, now old, a rusted shine,
used to be the merry time,
for when we cried and laughed our heart.
The swings would never see us part.
The trees we climbed, to reach the sky,
Are no more towers, just plain and fine
The memories on them, stay engraved,
Escaping the grasp of flowing age.
Generations go on without our part,
The swings and trees see a new start,
Another Set of playful minds,
To see some more painful goodbyes.
Now they drift like morning mist,
Moments lost ,yet not dismissed
Oh ! to touch that light that fanned across your eyes
the moment I began to pray.
Like a thousand wings of eagles flapping in the wind
my heart soared to places I had never been before.
Oh ! to be that sun that spread across my landscape
reviving my emotions and offering vitality.
Like a million butterflies flying on ephemeral beauty
my soul moves through the air,
knowing their is nothing there, beyond compare.
Oh ! to love with airborne arms & finally reach the sky
embracing every hour, with utter Grace
Like a million dollars washed away in rain I'd hold no value
except those diamond thoughts ,
that like thine own refrain, would say to me,
"Oh ! to touch that light that fans across your eyes right now !"
Soft, serene showers,
unbound saplings reach the sky—
yet, does the rain care?
Second Place in "1424 HAIKU" contest by Brian Strand.
Let them think you're not worth it.
Let them think you're not enough.
But know this:
Mediocrity isn't for me.
I dream,
I try,
I speak,
I fly.
My spirit will not run dry
For I am blessed to reach the sky.
An empty room filled
with silence,
I want to remain,
I want to dream more.
The wind pushes
the window wide
open filling the room,
no longer empty;
yet, nobody’s there,
dark, cold, empty,
middle of nowhere on top
of a hill. I can't fly
like the flower petals over
there. I step outside,
and lay on grass under
a sky filled with stars.
Maybe I can't
reach the sky, but
I want to stretch
my hand out
and still try.
The stars remain eternal.
As I walk north,
I continuously walk
among this darkness.
My happy memories haunt
me and question my
choices. I too wonder
what will become
of me, yet
I still want to struggle,
not knowing
which path to take,
I now consider this
my fate,
times of sink or swim,
life surrounded
by hardships, but
I cannot give up,
this is my fight.
Maybe I can never fly
to the sky of stars far
out of my reach, but
I still want to try.
Its only night,
the morning always
comes,
a long journey awaits me.
He put his ribs on the grill
Trying to show off his cooking skill
But the flames were too high
Twas trying to reach the sky
But smoky knocked his grill down the hill
We beat our drums to the sound of the bell
But we can not copy the sound
So we'll dance, and sing in celebration
For peace has finally come
With the fog cleared up
We can see the truth
Together we wait
For the islands' singing voice to sing again
When the bell tolls
The story will repeat again
Over and over again
As we sing till our voices reach the sky
Reach Down and Touch the Dirt
How far will you take it?
How bad do you want it?
Work hard at all things you do.
With strong work ethics, just follow through.
Reach down and touch the dirt.
Be open minded and alert.
You have to suffer to grow.
Put in the work, be headstrong, let go.
Pick up the iron and never look back.
With no remorse symbolizes the bad.
Become the storm in the dark.
With potential, get ready walking through the door.
Be a warrior, so get to work.
Breathe in the fire and strive for more.
Be one with the machine and metal.
Go beyond your means tomorrow.
With discipline be sharp, be inspired.
Have an appetite of destruction.
Stand on the asphalt, be dedicated on every turn.
Next to your silhouette leave nothing behind.
Go beyond your limits and reach the sky.
“The best way to treat obstacles is to use them as stepping stones.” Enid Blyton
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Stepping Stones to Success
In the deep depth of their dreams many souls
Aspire to reach atop a scenic hill
Whence they can eye the vista as a whole
And view the landscape of the distant fields;
But when wild woeful winds of stark failures
Rock their spirit, hurling them to the ground
It is ripe time to change their behaviour,
Time to move step by step to get around,
Time not to try to reach the sky at once
But to make every step a success tale
Time along the stairs not at once to bounce
But to learn to confront the stormy gales
And over woeful wild winds to prevail.
holding on to illusions
trying to make it through
fevered dreams reflect fantasies
scattered threads permeate reality
this state of delusion
a symptom of the confusion
calling from the void
the angels shone with silver
their furs stuffed in a sack
lying upon cloudtops
but ignorant of their rags
seeking to reach the sky
he thought he could fly
but those born soaring
never needed to try
holding on to illusions
trying to make it through
fevered dreams reflect fantasies
scattered threads permeate reality
in silent despair
dragged down to hell
broken by breathless prayer
seeking salvation
the holy creation
unity of man
was there ever a plan?
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