Years
Years, seasons, past emotional fires, and cloudy loves
Happy times, months of grayness; everything changes
We can not stabilize our existence; we are only mortals
Nothing else
Nothing more
Our End is
The killer knife
Of the Time
I am not verbose, I am laconic,
at most, I shorten the poem,
I diminish the lie,
I stabilize the truth,
I am a minimalist poet!
I saw a shooting star the other day
It made me think of things to say
It made me think of how the sky is gray
How life is so complex in a major way
How the moon in the sky shine at night
How the Sun Ray beam with the perfect light
How we sit back and glaze at the sky above
How we give the Earth so much love
How we are stabilize, and so well grounded
How the frequency wave be so astounding
How the clouds they move through the sky with motion
How the rain come down in large portion
How the ground gets wet, and the moisture starts to form
How it goes back into heaven where life is born
So now I'm sitting here writing this poem
Because I saw a shooting star from my bedrooom
Silhouette of memories, flowing like silk, as waves collides, body to body never sea sick, we medicate each other by staring in each other's eyes, with soft spoken vibes, that penetrates the inner core, to stabilize our chemical balance, achieving the ultimate climax fulfilling the void, without richness,but with simplicity of indigent affection.
Bumping each other's heartbeat,sycronized, like a old school mix tape, bouncing with echos and body rockin like a cali earthquake, If only I had a chance to change the hands of time, to feel, touch, and caress your hourglass of life, with celebration of whip cream, dripping wet, lost in the moment, drowning in your passion, no doubt, mouth to mouth my vitals begin to fluncuat, cause only you, give me life.
Roots,
There's an energy, Vitality,
Bringing a healthy tenacity,
A Living sense of security,
Lying in the roots of divinity.
Attached eternally,
Affecting us internally.
Waiting for us to see,
So it can be balanced properly.
Our souls existence,
Comes with an inheritance,
Void of remembrance,
Of our past performance.
Bringing yet another chance,
To enjoy this cosmic dance.
Re experience the romance,
Enhance it's importance.
Watching energy cascade,
Flowing path being laid,
Correcting mistakes we made,
Accepting the parts we played.
Stepping out from the shade,
We are no longer afraid.
Negative energies fade,
As balance is regained.
An energy of the divine,
Lies in the base of the spine,
Thumb and index the line,
To ground and realign.
A survival hardline,
Trust in it's design.
Stabilize the vine,
Let the roots and the self,
Combine.
Become The Divine
They used to put the mentally unstable away
for their own good and for the good of society they say.
Society evolved and said NO! this is wrong.
So, they closed the institutions releasing the unstable
from their stables- praying that society would stabilize.
Now we've got tent cities brimming with instability.
Some unstable types have made it as far as capitol hill
and beyond.... perhaps.
Now it's payback time
the herders have become sheep
the sheep have become herders
with a couple of wolverines sprinkled in between.
These are strange and sensitive times...people.
Society was much happier when it was high
but eventually somebody had to go to work.
Back in the day people were somewhat genuine
now its all-saccharine grins and plastic handshakes.
If you don't stay within the everchanging lanes
they'll hamstring the flesh...
Although you've still got your soul
but your soul never put food on the table
unless you were that one in a billion-manna man,
Amen.
Life will have days that you will wish to revise
Things said or done will fill you with compromise
Decisions over which you will agonize
And still, the sun will rise
At times others will seek to antagonize
Nights filled with anger shall certainly arise
For, sometimes, your reflection, you will despise
And still, the sun will rise
There will be hard days with long heartfelt goodbyes
When all we can still do is but eulogize
Leaving those left with love but still tearful eyes
And still, the sun will rise
There will always be dark nights with cloudy skies
But things, as is their way, will yet stabilize
Finding new joys, as well as new, true allies
As life will go on with its new lows and highs
And still, the sun will rise
-- by ThoughtsFromB4
The doctor dilated my eyes;
My pupils are three times their size.
Since the time this occurred
What I’m seeing is blurred,
But I know things will soon stabilize.
Still, I’m fortunate I can still read
Since my near-sight is quite up to speed.
I can write and can sew
And do most things, although
Distance vision is not guaranteed.
I am lucky I don’t have to drive
For I don’t think that I would survive
Without seeing the road;
Yet here in my abode,
I’ll just wait for my eyes to revive.
If we forget noble friends
And stay with no regrets
One day we will lose them
Due to our careless mind
If we shrewdly use time
And distribute it equitably
Our success is assured
We get in life victory
If we know to postpone
When our mood is low
We end all heart-breaks
And pave a safe route
If we take extra steps
To stabilize our mind
We escape from gloom
Due to our wise action
If we utilize time carefully
By giving to all attention
We are in a safe position
As our joy is then intact
Let us ignore none at all
By taking honest efforts
If we keep ourselves busy
We surely achieve a lot
Perfect discipline helps
It rescues us from losses
We give the World the best
We usefully live on Earth
If laziness we drive away
If peace we evenly spread
If we make all get love
We form a paradise
If we tolerate kindly
If we offer assistance
If we chant a prayer
We purify this Earth
Our stay will one day end
Before that let us be noble
We must give all happiness
Before we quit this globe.
There is an unknown force monitoring
At no time it will be wrongly erring
It possesses indeed colossal potential
Its presence to stabilize is essential
Massive clout is had by that force
It only protects this World of course
Without gap, it is bringing real safety
That force is called as the Almighty
It makes flowers bloom and rain fall
It will bring true peace of mind to all
For happiness, it is totally responsible
With its support, anything is possible
It knows the future happenings fully
And it performs miracles skillfully
It controls the Cosmos with power
It will act against holy Justice never
That force alone helps all souls live
Great boons, it will give and forgive
Seek that force and obediently pray
Say your grievance to happily stay.
Leftward went his stride, counter to the sun he strode.
They said he was magicked hence by the fairies
or was a mechanical manikin
witched up from a pot of spells.
Old widdershins had a stove pipe hat
and his clothes were plucked from a crow
he was a longshanks, and wicker-boned,
when he circled a church counterclockwise
old wives muttered about the ‘devils work’
but he was just crook-legged and addled.
Queen Mab midwife of the odd and less ordinary
made him from willow cane and burnt straw
and when he circled the wrong way all day
it was only to stabilize the penny-farthings
that roamed around country churches back when.
The land, despite dire warnings,
did not lose itself in a maze of sorrows,
for all was an enchanted misdirection
a hocus-pocus roundabout detour,
a contrary conjecture
that right was always right despite,
and left was just a gauche and a gangly wish.
One wants to lead the world,
Two wants to heal the world,
Three wants to inspire the world,
Four wants to stabilize the world,
Five wants to change the world,
Six wants to love the world,
Seven wants to know the world,
Eight wants to strengthen the world,
Nine wants to bless the world,
Eleven wants to bless the world,
Twenty-two wants to revolutionize the world.
Numerologically, numbers in our names
Want to express the harmony of good and bad
In this world, our world.
Ones, threes, fives wanna lead creatively,
Twos, fours, sixes, wanna live harmoniously,
Sevens, nines, elevens wanna pursue ideally,
Eights, twenty-twos wanna give generously.
Numerologically I am me,
You are you, that’s what I wanna believe.
Boy at the lake's shore
skims flat stones on its surface
cups each oval
how fast can he throw?
to chart the toss mechanics of an arc
to chase the horizon in pebble leaps
His father's voice, an inward echo
"That's it son, skip the stone with velocity!"
"Release, spin, stabilize."
"You know this lake well enough."
Seven or eight stone skips
that nip small waves
to a bloated plop
he searches for the next right stone
its weight easy to handle
varies his grip
Can he do more in an altered state?
A boy who knows what displaces gravity
what sinks below the surface
into the lake's darkness, the deepest kind
to find his soul's reprieve
when the script shifts
when tears curl in the corners of his eyes
for a lost voice that displaces the velocity
of self
Poem composed August 1/21
For Anthony Biaanco
Contest: Stones
Global Temperature Rise, is telling us
the human race, has to revolutionize
Our Warming Oceans, is not surprising
with dying coral, from dirty emissions
Shrinking Ice Sheets, will increase demise
with no action, flooding our streets
The Glacial Retreat, needs to stabilize
for all life, wanting to compete
Decreased Snow Cover, is very unwise
for nature’s creatures, with territory hangover
Sea Level Rise, needs to minimize
for life’s protection, not for traumatize
Declining Sea Ice, is bad downsize
with warming skies, a human enterprise
Extreme Whether Events, are negative highs
with total destruction, and tremendous agonize
The Ocean Acidification, makes us realize
we are killing, our life’s evolution
I hold onto faith, because really, that’s all I’ve got
To survive the turbulent waves and the mighty winds
The surfacing facts that fit into a big puzzle,
A big picture that spans over many years of time
A journey of highs and lows, success and defeat
Faithfully, I can only act from the realm in which I live
Sometimes ideas are seen on the crests of waves
Maybe leading me, to change direction of my ways
I can only speak truth whether it’s heard or not
I can only stabilize my footing on the deck I stand,
That moves through currents, one day at a time
Riding with uncertainty, while reaching for rays of hope
To bring patience through the whirling storm
A storm that turns over new lessons, restores strength
As I am guided, holding on tightly to what I believe
Never wanting to let go of that or I may be lost
I must put aside some questions, while I take in answers
Always keeping my eyes on what I know to be true
The internal knowing, that no-one else can see
Therefore, only I know what will truly set me free
Heidi Sands
11/29/20
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