Stoically Poems

COME, LET'S WALK TOGETHER

COME, LET’S WALK TOGETHER

I am not invisible; 
look, and see:
I’m alive and well;
blood, bone, and flesh,
I’m the needle in your eye:
yes, that is me:-
I’m no longer a wanderer below;
I've risen high:-
I am up in awareness,
and will not soon die;
and where I go from here,
is in God’s hand:-
Where you shall try to escape,
I’ve been;
where you once held me back,
I now, freely stand:-
Hey, what would you
have me to do?
Indignantly treat you
like you treated me?
What manner of human
animal are you?
How can you viciously
destroy your own kind? 
What manner of creature
would do what you do?
How can you stoically devour
your own for all to see?
What infestation destroyed
your born sanity,
and eventually devoured
your beastly mind?
Come, my brother, there’s still
some hope for you and me:
Come, my brother, let us walk together,
upon this land:-
Come, my brother, let us walk together,
hand in hand:
Here, daily walking together, in peace,
love, and unity:-

His Misty Eyes

Stoically he sat
keeping the tears static
in his misty eyes while
my tears burst like rain clouds.
We let time pass, then rose
to leave the theater.

black chador

Black Chador

The women of Alexandria wear a chador that
mercifully hides her bony body, she could have
fitted a Dior dress snugly, but she doesn't 
know this, she has walked ten miles to buy
bread for her children
She has been to the fruit market too, where
where rib-cage mules with sores stoically wait
A rich, elderly English woman tells the mule
As the owner of it, she has never felt the pang of hunger
Nevertheless, she puts bandages on a mule's
open sores
The woman in the black chador is oblivious of this
Empathy for suffering animals is
a concern of
the wealthy, those who have time to care

WALK poetrix

   I walk stoically through life
  with complete certainty of arriving at 
  some good place... when... I don't know!

A Daunting Realization

   Ecstasy was never meant for me ~
     
    ‘Steady as she goes,’ stoically

Saturday

Saturday
A sad rain teases the windows
Spring worms wriggle gleefully
Robins do a wing shake flash dance
Wet squirrels shake their tails
The cat paws at the litter box
Dogs in tiny raincoats hide their faces
The garden Buddha stoically drips
I ponder the rings of my coffee cup
Saturday

The Voice of DISCIPLINE

It's quiet yet loud 

It's righteous, not proud.

It's not weak but strong

It carries you the day-long

It's unpretentious; it just is.

It stoically says, "No fooling around; let's get to the 'Biz.'

There will be no applause

But it's okay because it's all about the cause

That solemn voice wakes you up early when you would rather press snooze.

Then it guides you to a cold shower because mediocrity you did not choose.

It sternly tells you to skip the night out with the girls or the boys.

Then it says, "Go prepare for the good things on the horizon and forget the toys."


When that favorite outfit no longer looks good on you or fits like it used to

It commands you to drink more water and skip dessert and a meal or two

It pulls you back between the lines when you veer off a bit

It tells you to stay on the road and avoid the immobilizing pits

It's that whisper that says, "Keep going."

Even when you don't feel like it, it says, "Get on stage and keep showing."

Pieced Together Again

 One of those castoff items that we shove 
Promptly deemed ‘junk’ upon a second glance. 
I hid you on the highest shelves above 
With a slim ‘someday’ of a second chance. 

In solitude you stoically withstood 
The cruel confinement you were sentenced to. 
With dogged demeanour of solid wood
You kept your composure as if you knew. 

Oft butting heads over your checked acts, 
My late dad and his dad battled so well. 
Though I delved not in your strategic tracts, 
My grandsons set you free from jail cell spell. 

That chessboard - centrepiece I now hold dear, 
Your pieces shine, each one is carved with love. 
When boys butt heads I smile in silent cheer, 
Imagine dads are smiling from above. 

Artifacts may lose temporary trend, 
Then triumph tenfold in the timely end.

Planking

Outstretched on all toes and both elbows 
How long will the body remain suspended, only a man's will knows
Blood pressure and stress coming down 
In this ephemeral stillness, better health is found
With deep breaths in and long breaths out
Better posture and balance are achieved, no doubt 
Elevated focus, awareness, and a waistline that's shrinking 
Never mind the stoically static body that's away from the floor, just know the owner is planking

Rubberband Man

There he is...
        On his biz
Unbothered and untethered 

After many pernicious pulls and tainty tugs
And so many ghastly grabs and sheisty shrugs 
After huge stretches with hopes of breaking 
And so much tension, pressure and shaking 

Every time!

He snaps back like the seats in that 'ole' Cadillac 

Pulled in so many directions with the aim of popping 
But it's in his nature to keep bouncing, 'cause ain't nothing stopping 
Vertically, horizontally, and diagonally, he's pulled 
But he never breaks; instead, he bounces back like a basketball off the old hardwood 

Yet so many continue to grab and pull to see if he'll break
But little do they know this will only cause their world to shake

There he is just stretching and bouncing...
All knaves and NPCs he's renouncing 

So, who exactly is this man that stoically bounces throughout the land? 
"Hear ye, hear ye, bounce back he can, 'cause he's none other than 
the Rubberband Man!"

"I repeat. Bounce back he can, 'cause he's none other than the Rubberband Man!"

awaken

Awaken 

in the pit of his stomach 
an animalistic fear
a dread of death
The brain denies this 
feeling, stoically accept 
the inevitable 
Yet, the fear persists
waking him up at night
Dark is the bedroom
so cold
widows have frost roses
He walks about
in the living room
drinks a glass of water
in the kitchen
He goes back to bed
but keeps 
the night light on
a mellow light
gives him comfort 
No, he is not alone
in the vastness 
of space

Hey Look At This, Said The Universe

so some wooden spoons and a potato masher
with a spaghetti spoon and some other utensils
being what they are every day, stoically on duty
crammed into the unremarkable utensil holder
but one particular day when they and the light
decided to converse secretly with the universe
over an unknown coffee among chatter and din
bereft of sticky fingers, cast a phoenix in flight
majestically across the kitchen wall, the meal
was several seconds later that magical evening

and by another incredible zing, a conspiring
of the universe and other distant table waited 
secret evening suppers, the bedroom pointed
to the lampshade upon a low lit ceiling behind
it became a robot warlord’s head ripped from
its body, circuitry dangling like vein and sinew
and then – hey look at this, said the universe
I wondered how many times the universe had
reached out but I was in too much of a hurry
and sleep was several seconds later that night

Outside

A cardinal was perched outside my window this morning
The sun shone brightly after a long night of storming

Stoically, it sat alone in a barren tree
As I slowly sipped from my tea cup, it turned and looked at me

Then suddenly, it turned back as it peacefully flew away
A coy smile dressed my face as I thought, "It's going to be a good day."

Way To Happiness

There are no paths to happiness,
  However, backpack on the back,
          Eyes fixed on chance,
   And the boots on the road,
           Discover them
        stoically, leniently...
   strive, start again until exhaustion
         it is worthwhile ...! 


   PS reading THE poem ISOLAMENTO
        created by POET friend MUTAVEL GAMBIARREIRO

Favorites

Sitting stoically
Two furry faces
Gaze upon faded photos.
Once cherished,
Hugged, wept over,
Drooled on
Forever friends
Now
Silent sentinels
Chewed ears
Button eye
Pablum stained
Guardians
Of a fading
Moment.

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