Treat yourself, why don't you
Only you know the sacrifice
And how short life can be
Seek the small pleasures before
They escape you forever
Happiness is on a plate
Annotate your life with fantastic
Stories of immense
Hope and adventure
Bravely respond to life's challenges
Recuperate when necessary
Organise and rest
Weave peace into your schedule
Never compromise on self-care
But be generous. Outrageously so..
Encounters are opportunities
Anxiety is the thief of your joy
Never let the loud noises dictate.
Silence your spirit, surrender to God
Whatever good things
Arrive at your table
Festivities or
Failures
Learn every lesson
Embrace each with gratitude
Seasons mean growth; under or above ground
Why Is it I take you anywhere you want to go, but you refuse to wash me
You leave me out in the cold all night and you expect me to be happy
I keep you warm and take you anywhere you want to go
The only thanks I get is a trailer I have to tow
You involved me in an accident and I am forced to take the blame
In the shop I go, they fix me, but I will never be the same
While I recuperate they just go out and find a new ride
They seem unaware of my feelings and my sense of pride
Finally, they decide it was time to find a new place for me to reside
I could never make them show me any love no matter how much I may have tried
It's funny how they finally washed me, and now I have a new home
I am proud to say I now live in a two-car garage so I will never be alone
Oftentimes, truth hurts,
But it heals, recuperate,
Makes a nation great.
Life can be like a cloudy day
You might feel a little grey
If only the sky was clear
Then all our problems would disappear
All your hope has vanished
Are they forever banished!?
Maybe it’s a sign of the times
Thinking about it is not a crime
Everyone has their bad days
To recuperate it there are many ways
You will always have someone who will guide you
So you can finally get through
Nothing can ever last forever
To gain eternal happiness we must endeavour
The sky clears and the stars shine bright
Bright all day and all night
CIDER TIME
Just like the leaves, apples eventually fall
An early hint of October’s natural bounty
The time to be making more cider is now
On misty mornings, picked from the bough
Recognised as due, throughout the county
A sharp taste not sweet, preferably small
Washed and sorted, chopped and crushed
The juice is strained, then left to ferment
But a little sugar and yeast may expedite
With years of experience, one does it right
Then a week or so until the bottling event
But it takes its own time, best never rushed
A popular drink ever since the dark ages
Especially in climates that are temperate
It’s a simple route to drinking satisfaction
That every time, secures a good reaction
And requires a good sleep to recuperate
Nectar of the Gods, as said by the sages
Like A Phoenix I Rise
By lady Arabella
Like a Phoenix in the ashes I rise above
With a heart full of kindness and love
Reborn from the pieces left broken
From the words that were left unspoken
But like a Phoenix I recuperate
In order to refocus and renovate
Even the strongest can combust and can go up in flames
There’s no need to feel shame
Instead learn the lesson it’s trying to teach
Read these words that are there to preach
And like a Phoenix rise from the ashes
Let your truth speak to the masses
Don’t hide behind the past and place blame
Just ensure you’re no longer the same
Like a Phoenix let yourself be re born again
Don’t dwell on you’re deign
Come back from it fiercer than ever
Ensure it’s ties you sever
Let it all go up in flames
Watch it burn as you fight to reclaim
Like a Phoenix learn to soar high and become reborn
It’s your time to be adorn
So rise and learn to fly above
Remember during this time the importance of self love
Like a Phoenix from the ashes, it’s time to start over
Remember this is your time for a changeover
He/She are similar yet different in guises, genders, adapting to be reborn. Restoration from one's past traumas, hurts, deceit, disappointments, mental and physical abuse
is like tearing aways the peels from a onion or
a cut by a razor to masks that pain hoping it would fade away.
Seeking solace to recuperate to a better quality of restorative livelihood.
In the ruined flower bed
when the hope
for the last rose to bloom
gets killed
Some sacrifice their lives
for their selfish fellows
And some learn to hide tears
for they possess another seed
to recuperate the beauty
As recollections are restored, clay breaks retouch.
A bare soul, a wrecked heart, sorrow, and despair
Tears will recuperate your inward love and mental wounds.
Our spirits are bolstered when... we love and care.
Written: August 29, 2021
Liberum Divisa 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Gregory Richard Barden
* This is a form I call "Liberum Divisa," and it's composed of a four-line verse taken from a Free Verse poem of mine called "Soul Mending," written on August 14, 2021. *
Subtlety is the lexicon of exquisite mindfulness.
Kintsugi is a Japanese method of mending harm.
Another soul, another brilliance, another imperativeness.
Kings platter broke death, distress, and a phony delight!
In any case, there's gold and platinum dust here.
Avail Chinese polish tree saps to recuperate breaks
I can't discover repairing for my frail love.
Is anything but a special salve known than these?
I decided to assemble my demolished self, pieces and shreds.
Demolished photos from the garbage, I sorted them.
Smirched sheet, blurred shades soul contemplations remain.
Anxiety breaks the brain and hinders Kintsugi from aiding artwork.
A brilliant waterway of life might have the splendor you need.
As broken memories are recast, so does the clay.
Craft skill, gold trim, and heal the breaks in the earth is alive.
The words inspire trouble that strikes the spirit.
As recollections are restored, clay breaks retouch.
A bare soul, a wrecked heart, sorrow, and despair
Tears will recuperate your inward love and mental wounds.
Our spirits are bolstered when we love and care.
Written: August 14, 2021
Ready, with God’s help, to
Resurge, recuperate,
Reawake, recover,
Restore, rejuvenate,
Revitalize, repair,
Renew, regenerate,
Readjust—post-Covid
April 16, 2021
entered in Kim Merryman's Pleiades R contest Placed 1st
June 10, 2021
entered in the Global Reset '21 contest
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
the future
I have been listening and seeing a program
by David Attenborugh about the dire state of our world
listening to his voice, I felt his sadness.
He ended with a hope that we can find a way back
to a sustainable future.
I felt the last lines he spoke about hope was not
reflected in his voice.
I think as humans we are destroying ourselves
the USA and the Russian Federation are threatening
each other with nuclear warfare.
Should Biden win the race it will get worse he is
a warmonger and will confront Russia, unlike
the much malign Trump who has kept a lid on things
despite his showman bluster.
I think the eradication of humanity is imminent.
Nature will recuperate, forests will grow but
I fear we will not be there.
I had my shot today
it made me feel a little gray
a side effect of medication
a doctors creation
Given by the nurse doth bestow
my husband holds my hand though
my friend talks to me on the phone
to calm my nerves as is above shown
It was a little hot today
what else should I say
I'm at home to recuperate
with my soul mate
It usually wears off by now
after my evening chow
tonight I feel a little hyper active
my pulse is a little reactive
Shattered Beauty
(Magic of the mask)
Nature is so callous
To curse or bestow her
The face with left half
Disfigured and warped
By severe accident befallen on her.
Alas! Louise Ashby
alarmed herself
To encounter her face
In the mirror blurred
By the breath she exhales
As if the reflection of her face
In the turbid water
Traumatized by the storms
In the surface of the pond.
Louise Ashby
Not being able to hold longer
Heavy burden of her disfigured face
On her adolescent body
Standing resolutely in the planet
Tears flows in her eyes.
If she could recuperate her beauty
Granted her by Nature
To stage her play again.
Thanks to the artistic hand
That fixes
238 tiny metal plates in series
Fastened as headband
Inside the hairy skin of her head
To repair the left half
With the right half of her face
So much beautiful and reverie
Like the full moon drops her beauty
Inside the tranquil and lucid pond.
That alive her again
With her dream comes true
*
I see you
Eyes as soothing and true
A calming voice
Needed amongst the bustling noise
I see you
My life is not through
I cannot move
But you are keeping me cool
I see you
I am scared here
I need the comfort like a stuffed teddy bear
I see you
Earlier today I was a fool
Trying something I was not supposed to do
But you are here not on a break
Tending to those who are starting to wake
First thing one sees
Coming out of the darkness minus the colorful dreams
A bright light
Due to the reality of sight
Triggering an honest feeling to let out a scream
If you know what I mean
Then I see you
And the calming image too
Days later in my hospital bed
Feeling grateful that I am not in the morgue, dead
I watch the Hudson River boats
Knowing this situation was not my fault
Getting ready to go home
To recuperate from these broken bones
I see you
After that serious boo boo
I was alone
And you had that healing tone
I see you
And I am back healthy studying at school
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