"Im not doing this because you told me to
Im doing this because I feel sorry for you"
No, you don't.
You want love.
You want acceptance.
You're scared it isn't real
Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul
Waiting for your joy to steal
No home to call your own
The eyes are windows to a world inside
You wanna hide
Keep away
Ur led astray
These hands do not feed
They take
Then convince you are the bag dog
A stray alley cat deserves scraps
How about that?
Now I feed myself luxurious banquests
I CANT breathe at the end
I endulge and indulged, but now suddenly with the banquet
You find yourself reaching out a hand?
When I had scrapes and you were prepared for?
Choke on the salty essence of your tears
All my life I have always stammered
but looking back through the years
there's been in my mind that first word
this has haunted me considering the fear
Throughout life through the good and bad
I've always wondered what was the word
that started me off on my downward spiral
wishing I could have soured like a bird
Sometimes, I wonder if I had known then
what I know now about my stammer
how to relax, ease stress, breathe right
these may have helped keep me calmer
That first word whether short or long
set off my lifelong struggle to speak
making my tongue so full of anxiety
sometimes wonder what if I spoke Greek!
But in life, you can't look back
nothing can be changed of the past
so go forward in the spirit of the Lord
knowing God's with you no matter the task
As you age
You age with time
Your sight may poor
But you're rich inside.
Age is addition
Life is substraction
Evil deeds is destruction
Repentance is salvation.
How you age is wisdom
The body may shrink
But the mind go sharpen
Till death shallow it all.
Many prayed for long life
Others wish to find elixir to it
Others wish for good health
Each one read new year resolutions.
Life is but a short live
If there's real value in life
It should be good gift to others
Don't worry yourself, it's God given.
Unlock years inert
Relive the fears that hurt
~ The sun also rises
Deja vu-
it startles us at times-
in a flash- coming before us;
a conversation
an interaction
almost anything-
exact in every detail
as we lived it before.
We are mesmerized,
asking ourselves-
how does this happen?
All is saved in The Gallery of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a gallery, they safeguard
our beginning to end
with images from our
birth,
childhood,
adulthood
and death,
saved from every second
of our life in this Universe.
The gallery of our life
in the gallery of time;
in the space-time continuum,
forever and ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time-
Where somehow- seconds escape
to wake our memories-
in real-time.
A Place To Relive
Spaces are berated
People are finders and keepers
Interestingly there is always a place to relive
Whether in your heart or the memories
Just make them count
For you are the maker of what makes you feel free
A place to relive is where we all find solace
And I find it in the times of everyday inspiration
By Asangalisah A. Isaiah
I am reliving June 29th, 2014, a warm, happy day.
Four of my grandchildren are here, spending a week.
They are each in a garbage can filled with water shooting each other
with water pistols, and especially loving that they can shoot me.
I am grandma, and this is Cousin’s Camp. Rules are out the window.
We have been outside, running around screaming and laughing.
Cali and Molly are ten and almost nine. Jack and Tony are both seven.
We run in to grab up multi colored popsicles; the dog pounces ahead.
Grandpa hides in office; a dark room, secure with his ten video screens.
Everyone is happy, enthusiastic about the possibilities of this week.
My grandchildren decide to make a list of all the things they want to do.
Boys are shouting ideas, but the more assertive girls have their own.
Girls are the writers, so their ideas are going on first. I relish this week.
Knowing that I will have few days this joyful and merry again in my life.
I am grateful, angel of death, you allowed me to relive this day.
Thank you! I loved seeing the last thing on their list too.
Spray Grandma with the hose.
Christmas is the one time when we can safely dig deep into our memories,
Looking for pearls instead of lemons,
The one time we dare to hope for a different outcome this year,
Where children actually come first,
And tears more often come from a place of joy,
It is a time where online searches are for digging up friends from the past,
And finding bad memories to delete.
It is a time when we spend more time seeking fellowship,
And less on trying to sink the ship,
It is a time when we move into the light,
But are careful not to hog the limelight.
Christmas is the one time when we look to the past,
For the good deeds of others,
So we can tell their mothers,
It is a time when Open homes replace the for sale sign,
With a bottle of the best wine.
Remembering the past at Christmas could make life divine,
Give you a Dickens of a time,
And thoughts mostly sublime,
You may even find an extra line,
To add to this rhyme,
As on your past you dine.
To Relive
What would you give? To relive.
Would it be a life time of memories
or a river of tears.
Endless dreams, a world of mistakes,
a lost love once forgotten.
Friends that have been lost in the past
or friends you have gain at present time
or would it be the hate and anger you
hold from past and present times.
Would you give your faith to relive?
Well not I: I give nothing to relive, for
every day is a new day to relive.....
written by Gina Montalbo
04-03-2014
Note: remember who you are now for
what has happen to you in the past made you
strong and you have the power to change the future.
WHAT I WOULD GIVE BUT TO RELIVE
The wonder of your glorious body pounding into mine
The magic of your fiery lips to make my spirit shine.
Your racing blood pursued my veins --now virgin iced for years--
A blade awake and passion freed --the truth escaped through tears.
Parental terror took your life--I finally know your plight--
Stroll with me in moonlight, Love--I'm forever yours tonight.
Lived to the content of my soul,
Your thoughts stayed in my heart till brim,
Never ever lost in worst of my dreams,
Best of traits I ever lived.
My subtle emotions,
That people hurt in ignorance,
And I am shattered,
I would have to give,
My sensitivity towards relationships,
That I take to my soul,
Though get betrayal,
I would have to give,
My writings that are unpurposeful,
And don't lead me anywhere,
Though I am able to express,
I would have to give,
My anger that eats me constantly,
And one sits opposite clever and calm,
Swiftly gets onto my nerves,
I would have to give- to once again relive!!
The innocence thief opens the door
The slithering snake asks her for me
Feeling edified by his purest for lust
Stealing dreams by seducing her trust
A closet filled with boxes and pain
Icicles form on this young girl’s shame
“Nicole it’s your turn to satisfy me”
She chokes on his flesh and insanity
Not sure if she’s performing correctly for him
But deep in her heart she knows it’s a sin
The Jack Daniels bottle still rests in his hand
It’s the first night she has ever been with a man.
By:
Contest: What I would not want to relive!
flash back a year,
how about even further
am I still hypocritical ?
how about a hypochondriac
look in the mirror, who's the hypocrite
who would start every brawl-
and yet you were never sick of it
loved watching me fall
some sick game of manipulation
then jealousy peered in-
the length of the duration
was insane
a clearly misjudged partnership-
and I'm without a reason
without an intellectual explanation
through every single season
what I would kill to forget that mistake
give my heart back full support
instead of cherishing the memories with dr. jekyl
and put the ball back in my court.
I wouldn't want to relive my time in the foster home,
the beatings I would receive, I felt so all alone.
Baked apple they gave us morning, noon and night,
nothing they did would make you feel right.
Torn clothes and old sneakers is all we had,
never let them see you cry or be sad.
Other kids that were loud in the night,
a needle they received to make them sleep tight.
When I think of those times and what it did to me,
I know how good life is now that I am free.
With a dangerous disease I had been afflicted
A word went round in terms of cricket tournament
Of good bowler cancer, the player will be balled.
A word went round in terms of unemployment
That there will be one vacancy in the university
A word went round in terms of real estate agency
A good house will be for sale in pose area of the city.
Believe me luckily with Him there was no urgency.
But a word came in from the Greatest Word-Maker
Time is free, priceless, can’t own it but you can use it
Can’t keep it but you can use it like a ropewalker
Act like a Yogi, right the wrongs, give up tobacco habits.
Keeping Him always with me I followed those words
And the ancient adage “Drink thy own water with glee”
Along with medicines, home remedies and the herbs
Diagnosed in 9th April’94, on 10th Dec'94 cancer free.
In my entire life that was the day of utmost glee
That was in 1994 and here I’m in 2013 as a family tree.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Date 12-13-13
Dr. Ram Mehta
Second Place win in
Contest: What would I have to give.....To once Again Relive by Frank H.
***The poem is based on the personal experience occurred in 1994
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