A dandelion
protruding sidewalk cracks
filthy air
most rotten of cities
A hummingbird
flitting face-to-elephants-face
tiny
delicate chirps
The acacia
belittled by oaks through storms
bending easily
leaves unsupervised
Take a deeper look
and the lines will appear
backwards to forwards
realization
Tall and stealthy
stranded in lonesome
resiliently surpassing rose gardens
the dandelion
Fierce and courageous
now eye-to-eye
self assured pecks intimidating its peer
the hummingbird
Stability and boldness
leading skies dance
roots so firm refusing to break
the acacia tree
Roaming in the corridor,
The fairy chuckled,
Mesmerized by the beauty of her own dress,
She grew self-assured in her little fairy school.
The multi-colored tutu,
inlaid with wild flowers;
Rivaled her silver sandals,
Which gleamed like her sparkling wings behind.
Then came the final day,
Bidding farewell to her tiny realm,
She moved ahead.
With sadness and excitement intertwined,
She decided to work through,
Until she became the best.
The moment she stepped into the real world,
She realized,
The tutu she wore was nowhere near the fairy gowns.
The praise and love she once received had faded into lies.
Maybe the tutu she wore was the best tutu, but not the best gown.
Carrying the weight of sudden change,
She still chose to enhance her tutu’s grace.
She rushed to the fashion store and cheerfully exclaimed:
"Get me the Cancan underskirt, fabric and shimmery pearls packed!"
The seller shot her an irksome look,
and Demanded fifty golden bricks.
The helpless fairy turned hopeless,
For she could have earned those bricks—
Only if she had a fluffy gown dress.
Hermit
self-assured
solitary soul
longing eyes
staring far
peering down his inner self
forgetting himself.
Worth a Fight.
It is no longer about right or wrong. it is about taking a stand
Against those who came to this country
to escape poverty and tyranny, and now want to end democracy
The unwritten consensus among people of different classes.
We have become soft liberal, Christianity, you said?
Don’t make me laugh; we are far too Self-assured
to believe in God.
And we are giving way while their imams egg the people
on and not for a moment do they stop
No, not for a sneeze of hesitation do they think that
if they went back to their forefathers’ country
A whip would await them in dank cells.
Their faith has good points. No, it has not.
But they have the right to return to their cherished land
and practice a faith that is still in the Middle Ages.
Soft liberal, giving way for the sake of peace
a peace I will not accept, and I will fill bullets in the chambers of my revolver to defend what my people fought for, is called democracy, shaky, yes, with many flaws
But is a system worth fighting for
Onto that pillow,
she fell asleep standing up;
Constellations shone;
That parallel universe,
she found her way out of it;
Knowing how to fly
led to seizing every chance;
Dreams woke self assured;
Lost to the spell of the heights,
nothing could call her back down;
Rich reality
took the place of fantasy;
Clear sight in blurred lines;
No need for a far off land,
stars fall through tangible clouds.
I put hot pink pajamas on my cat Scat.
She twists her tail, for she knows where she’s at
A sassy, brassy, classy, ritzy, ditzy, diamond cat.
worth all the trouble, said my cousin Pat.
For she is smug and self-assured, a joyful cat.
I hear her coming now, with her pitter pat.
Dressed in her fancy pajamas, my cat, Scat.
Uh-oh, I think what she is carrying is a live rat!
There are those who appear so self-assured
Got a handle on life’s call
Put together and in control
Never to stumble or fall
Self confident and capable
Accomplished and so very sure
Undaunted without demons
That come knocking at their doors
Humans wear many masks for the outside world
Varying in degree and extent
Yet we all possess insecurities and fears
‘Never’ feel intimidated by how some humans ‘present’!
Don’t get drawn into the battle that’s not yours,
some people have issues, they’re soothing their sores,
they trigger reactions when you should be bored,
and off you go digging removing the floors.
Deep down into negative where there’s no reward
you don’t need to be cocky just be self assured,
their battle’s their battle an ongoing war,
recognise their inner conflict and choose to ignore.
When I grow up I want to be a mommy Lucy said.
I want to be a TV salesman said our classmate Ed
I want to be TOP CAT, I told them, in absolute glee
He was the most self-assured confident guy on TV
Her power and strength come from within
Her essence is carefully grounded
Spirit animals congregate to her side
Giving her dreams the extra touches she needs
Raccoon gives her cleverness
Fox gives her cunning
The white wolf shows her how to howl her truth
She is validated by her spirit animals
Confidence and self-assured poise is her armor
Her strength comes from her willingness to be herself
To follow her heart, and live her soul dream to its fullest capacity
Observe:
It’s snowing to the rhythm of love songs,
To “I love you” and other such things.
The girls I call friends are shouting their merry,
But I worry as snow angels sing.
Consider:
I miss the feeling of being important:
Of self-assured writing on desks,
Of hearing my praises sung by the choir,
Of knowing that I’ll pass the test.
Instead:
I’m set anxious and shaking at midnight,
Unsure of my place in all this.
The wind whips my hair, and the final note strikes.
It’s snowing. I should call it bliss.
What is she?
Who is she?
Does she have a name?
I heard…
I heard….
I heard.
It was the first flapper our small town had ever seen.
Not a she yet.
No one cared about her.
We just wanted to flash looks and gossip.
this newcomer did not care.
a flapper is self-confident.
pleasing no one but herself.
beautiful look on this self-assured woman
who needed no one's approval but her own.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
Stella was our neighbor, the weirdest girl on the block.
She walked with a confidence that we could not unlock
Sketching high fashion since the age of eight or ten
We thought she was nuts, even way back then.
No one wears a pink wedding gown or carries an umbrella.
She is so oddly odd, someone said. He himself was a strange fella.
There was a spark of genius that frightened us I guess.
I stayed away and whispered about her with my cousin Tess.
Stella grew up to be a famous designer in New York City.
Now we felt less self-assured, blah, and not so smart or witty.
She designs wedding dresses in navy, turquoise, pink and blue.
We wish now that we were friends, but that wish won’t come true.
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