We are all on borrowed time
Yet we constantly search for
The next step in our climb
Ponder pausing the pursing
Taking a moment to slow down
To divert us from all the doing
May realize how blessed we are
Rejoiced to relish in the present
In lieu of perpetually raising the bar
This sliver of time and space
Will only exist for a tiny bit
Let's embrace the intersection
That the universe chose to knit
Mistakes are trophies
acting like hapless failures
when they're treasures
Flaws are enticing,
everything real gets damaged
not struggling with age
Pain is beautiful
if tears become diamonds
instead of weapons
-Nicola An
Just found the secret to a happy life
Don't give a poop stay away from vice
Stay on track
Never look back
Here's to a happy life, great advice
pepperoni red
flapping in a naked tree
determined squirrel
1.25.2020
(I was looking for a haiku when caught my eye, out the window across the street from me was this squirrel stuffing a whole pizza slice into the branches at the top of a tree.)
awakened by
the cool drop
o temperature
in the room
across my face
and just as
suddenly
greeted by
the warmth
of the blanket
as comforting
as a hug and
as soothing
as a cup of tea
and reading
a good book
It’s summer on the hill
With Day Lilies surrounding the house
Hummingbirds buzzing and chirping
Other birdsongs warbling in the trees
The black bear wandered slowly by
Then, rushed into the woods from noise
Shades of green everywhere to see
A slice of life, a peaceful place to be
As if the rest of the world does not exist
Colors, plants and the wildlife rule
If only everything could be like this
Heidi Sands
7/13/19
Life is as precious
As a rose, so beautiful!
And the slice of life
Tastes sweeter than
A cherry so sweet.
In the midst of life,
Myriads of lemons squeezed
Make lemonade,
Keeping us all infinitely thirsty.
God willing, we'll keep on
Quenching that thirst
For years and years to come.
In the final hour
of our inevitable demise,
May we all have the courage
To face it without fear.
God willing, we'll peacefully
Fade out as we sleep
With Morpheus cooing
A lullaby for eternal slumber
Into our ears.
May melancholy dirge
Be overshadowed
By uplifting music
At my own funeral. I'd prefer
Mine more celebratory than somber!
Norman Greenbaum's
"Spirit In The Sky"
Closing the ceremony.
Boy, what a send off that'll be!
A Poem About DEATH Poetry Contest/Winner(7th Place)
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Theme: The Midst of Life
Date written and posted:05/16/2018
Take a piece of childhood,
Beaten by a dad.
Although you only beat them,
When you know that they’ve been bad.
Take a slice of living,
Not protected by a mum.
It’s only fair to leave a mark,
To punish what they’ve done.
Take a term of school time,
Where masters had a cane.
And if they dared to answer back,
Their hands would feel the pain.
Take an ounce of common sense,
They’ve all learned over time.
To not get caught, and keep it shut,
But walk our narrow line.
Take a change of attitude,
They now won’t play our game.
The way that we have treated them,
Puts all adults to shame.
Take the crazy mixed up kids,
Be proud of what you’ve made.
They start their life by walking on
Foundations that you’ve laid.
Take a look at how to care,
Let children have their say.
And if you feel they need some help,
Just guide them on their way.
Take a leaf from your God’s book,
No matter where you pray.
You’ll find they all read just the same,
Love ‘is’ the only way.
Ivor G Davies
When Ego, with his narcisstic sense,
Wants to be held high in regard,
He uses brickstones of Self-confidence
To build himself a tall pedestal
—that others may see
there on top he’d be.
But the pedestal totters precariously
So to Ego’s help comes Humility,
Who wedges Retribution in to aid
The equilibrium, instead it breaks
—hence, Ego comes down
crashing to the ground.
Humility dashes quickly to the side
Of Ego, so badly bruised and battered,
And makes him drink the draught of Pride,
Which, though prickly, must be swallowed
—draught that kills pain,
kills the drinker all the same.
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