Short Beat Back Poems

My hands are shaking, not so much trembling.
I don't believe I have anything to tremble for, as of this moment.
They beat back and forth in a schizoid pattern,
Placed in a spacious space in time....

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Breathe the life
the love
the laughter
Into my weakened lungs
Grab my hand and save
me from drowning
in my own shame
Revive me,
put the beat back in my heart
Staring steadily at my very soul
as our tender kiss must part
Diving into a warm sea of passion
from these rocky, intimidating cliffs
But I've learned that pain isn't forever,
and that falling in love
is worth the risk......

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We are far from the hum, but not far enough—
Worlds not of our making intrude – life is rough.

Winter birds are not wheeling in the steel gray sky—
Seems seasons bring questions, but no good day to die.

Unlike black and white westerns, there’s no good end—
We may beat back bad men but die without a friend.

Oh, we all wish that things did not turn out that way—
But God is not silent and has the final say....

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It doesn’t matter if things are going the way you want them;
get used to appraise the greatness of small things.
Stop pause, and raise your glass to honor this very moment.
for:

All that for which you bruised your hands and wearied your limbs,
For which you beat back the beast inside you,
For which you defied a mocking world.
For all that can be cherished from this world,
and all that makes life worth living....

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We walk down paths
         previously untrod
Dancing lightly on the earth
   we come to the conclusion 
that the dark angel 
        has decided to leave 
us in peace
So, for a little while 
     we'll beat back 
the savage winds of winter
By moving towards warmer ground
    Like flocks of migrating 
bird  
    We seek peace
     We also seek 
Something called JOY -We have not forgotten that 
  And we never will...

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I need the ocean to protect me,
                            with its pounding surf.
                         Able to beat back,
                             my strongest fears.

                          Building sand castles,
                              up to the sky.
                          Standing behind its ramparts
                              defending my soul.

                          When you are away from me,
                                     I need to oean....

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At ten, I have composure to maintain
At nine, I know the chance is all but mine
At eight, I beat back fears and thoughts of a one-eighty
At seven, I am at sixes and sevens
At six, I draw my know-how and pull all of my tricks
At five, it is lose or win, die or survive
At four, all my strength is brought to the fore
At three, I am careful and carefree
At two, I am at point of no return but follow through
At one, it was easier said now it’s done
At zero, I am either a trier or a hero...

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