Stressors Poems

- Plagued by Memories -

    Life is inherently challenging
    Emotional memories, 
    leave deep traces
    Unpleasant sensations, 
    from the past
    A pre-existing element
    of everyday life
    An interconnected web of
    experiences and events

    Overwhelmed by emotions
    It should never have happened
    Unprepared, 
    for future ruminations
    Can't control everything
    There is no escape
    Inevitable,
    getting rid of the memories
    - Ongoing,
    twenty-four hours a day
    With unexpected stressors 
    and challenges

    Each of us
    carries an imprint every day
    Chained in memories, 
    will I ever be free ?

Ebb and Flow II

Every morning when we wake,
There’s no way for us to know
Which direction we will take
Or how the day will ebb and flow.

Maybe someone’s feeling sick
Or possibly, the car won’t start.
Stressors wait - just make your pick,
For they can tear your world apart.

Or you’ll get the greatest news
And there’ll be smiles and shouts and hugs.
Sadly, we don’t get to choose
Among the highs and lows and shrugs.

Yet we deal with what we get
And somehow, through it all, we cope
Because our fortune’s never set
And for tomorrow - there is hope.

Cloudy Weather

I've walked miles in the rain & have stayed 
dry because of my faith
It sheltered me throughout the downpours
making me immune to the wetness
I commune with the stressors the weather brings
& have come to adore
what they add to my plate
Take what's given & use it as if all things added
are good in the kingdom that's come
We are one with the weather so waste not
a single drop of rain, sleet, or snow
& allow the residue it leaves to
pile & grow
Fall in & file the stones under "use for a rainy day"
banking them along with the 
rain checks life offer along the way
All I see are sunny days ahead in the midst
of the rain despite what the forecast 
offers in good faith because
I understand patterns
Know that your seasons come & go according
to your faith &
whether you believe that or not
has nothing to do with
the matter
Some things just are & will be according to the
laws that govern this world
as well as the next
Be well as you're blessed with a well overflowing
with faith that can overcome
any rain that comes
I've walked miles in the rain & it's the faith
that pours from me that keeps
me dry & fearing not any
storm that comes

Thinking

Thinking is for those of us
Who have some extra time,
Especially when all those thoughts
Are written out in rhyme.

For when days are super busy
And our brains are hard at work,
It’s impossible to wallow where
Ideas or stressors lurk.

Yet when hours stretch out empty,
It’s too easy to obsess,
So what should lead to relaxing
Often veers right into stress.

Thinking’s highly overrated
For, as many people find,
Thoughts may, like invasive species,
Overpopulate your mind.

The Brain Drain

One truth that's really hard to face is that our world is in a very
dark place.
Most people know it, one doesn't need to be sensitive nor even a poet.
Unless we're living like a mole, external stressors take their toll.
Mental health conditions are on the rise, four Americans out of five..
All modern cultures across our globe suffer these same stressors I've been told.
The human brain needs a sense of control to keep external stressors from
taking their toll.
A constant release of cortisone will weaken these bodies that we own.
If our stress hormones are constantly released our minds and our bodies
become diseased.
When a body is battling constant pain in time it actually shrinks the brain.
It becomes the brain that never shuts up until the immune systems had enough.
If we meditate, eat right and exercise, our brains will help us live long and
healthy lives..

At the Airport Early

When you’re at the airport early,
You can chill out and relax
Since there aren’t many stressors 
That will stop you in your tracks.

You’ve already dealt with traffic
And returned the rental car.
Once you’ve made it through security,
Head to the nearest bar.

Have a drink or two or twenty
Or, if drinking’s not your style,
Find a Starbucks, grab a coffee
Or walk circles for a mile. 

Check out stores and spend some money;
Buy a t-shirt or some chips. 
Then just find a place to settle
And plop down to rest your hips.

Read a book or do a crossword;
Text a friend or make a call.
Though the minutes may move slowly
Just be glad they move at all.

In a while you will be boarding
To begin your journey home
And if you start feeling bored,
Then that’s the time to write a poem.

Forest of Dreams

In the forest of my dreams
where Divine light shines through
Seeing prisms of spectacular beauty
of pinks,  mauve and cornflower blue

The wind whispers through the trees
generating a sublime sweet tune
Gently blowing away all stressors
wrapping you in a blissful cocoon 

Filtered sunlight will kiss your skin
Illuminating warmth will cleanse your soul
Filling you with peacefulness and love
making your being amazingly whole

Pungent smells will engulf your senses
exhilarating you from head to toe
While song birds a sweet melody
Euphoria in you will enormously grow

Please join me in my forest of dreams 
let serenity fill the recesses of your heart
Your essence will be unbelievably renewed
My dream forest you'll never want to part

Red White and Blue Stressors

Red white and blue exploding in the sky
Veterans hiding in their houses, not being able to stand it
Dogs barking their disapproval as their ears hurt badly 
New lovers on blankets in the park, feeling validated

Veterans hiding in their houses, not being able to stand it
Fourth of July fireworks a stress to their PSTD for sure
New lovers on blankets in the park, feeling validated
Such a contrast of feelings every Independence Day

Fourth of July fireworks a stress to their PSTD for sure
Dogs barking their disapproval as their ears hurt badly 
Such a contrast of feelings every Independence Day 
Red white and blue exploding in the sky

To You

Our love is laughter
Silver bells tinkling on door frames
Sparkling lights on cold winter evenings

Our love is dancing
Country music playing through living room speakers
Beer cans and wine glasses on the table

Our love is sadness
Memories of past loss and current stressors
Bedroom snuggles with whispers and kisses

Our love is compassion
Undying support
Motivation to do more...to be more

Our love is unwavering 
For if I fall I know you will catch me
I will hold you when you are weak

Our love is more
No words accurately enough describe us
Capturing our love is like bottling air
Too big to be contained
Never ending and everywhere

The Wonderment of a Child

The Wonderment of a Child

While on my travels, I met a very young child today
He let out a yell, as if to grab my attention to play
I raised my both hands and smiled, he did the same
We both smiled and laughed, enjoying our little game

I watched him, all his excitement from everyday things
I was amazed at the joy he had, whatever the day brings
It brought me back to the memories of my own childhood 
In that time of not knowing, of all things I misunderstood 

Growing up with wide eyed anticipation of everything new
Hoping for what we wished for, will somehow all come true
Not a worry in the world, as we played our wondrous games
Lost in a world of our imagination, hoping all remains the same

How we lose this fascination of the simple things as we age
Struggle of adulthood, throughout the stressors we engage 
Within all the strifes, the emotional turmoil that drive us wild
Try to look back and remember that wonderment of a child

Music Is My Escape

I couldn't suppress
          How music makes me feel if I tried
                         It comforts me
                       It spirits me away
                 From stressors of the day

                     It's almost like magic
                    How it buoys my spirit
             From song to song on my playlist
             Bobbing my head front and back
                    Grooving side-to-side

                It gets my fingers snappin'
                   And my hands clappin'
                      And my feet tappin'
                      It makes me dance
                    Like nobody's watchin'

         A good beat keeps my body movin'
        When I'm in the club, whooping it up
        When I'm at the gym, sweating it out
      When I'm at home, relaxin'. I love music... 
       It doesn't matter the genre or language


Submitted for...
Strand Select Y,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 02/22/2020

Date written and posted: 05/26/2019

Virgin Soils

According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”

And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.

Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing down as notnot up, yet
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors

both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional 
epic re-ligioning intercourse

including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally creolizing 
humane transliterations of organic
trans-parent transubstantiations

polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting exotic fragrant virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic 
mindful body re-ligious incarnations
growing into full sacred virgin maturity

Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin trusted soul,
revolving hope’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto EarthMother re-associated
panentheistic virgin
AnthroMind Truth/EarthBody Beauty
passionHere and pleasureNow.

Power of Friendship

For this season, all seasons, and my lifetime,
your friendship helps me cope with challenges,
motivates my best work,
and helps me celebrate life.
Our friendship takes many forms, 
crossing distance and self imposed boundaries,
springing up between unlikely confidants.
I feel seen when I reveal myself, and express vulnerability to you.
I feel satisfied, and you make me feel important, 
by wanting to be seen by me.
Just a few words on your part brings satisfying positivity to our connection,
I use many, you may use few, but both styles are good, just who we are.
Sharing fun and good feel moments not always possible, 
but try to share more of these than stressors, to keep the friendship stronger.
How do you help?
Participating in our strong social bond when able.
The people we love form a protective barrier that buffers and shields us,
from many of the world's more crippling blows,
and provide invaluable insight from experience.
A friends love, 
can sustain, nourish, and support,
Yours does.

Love Sonnet Take 1

Firm against the tempest we stand
Hip to hip and hand in hand
And when your hair flicks my nose
An excited shiver reaches my toes

As we stand beneath shining full moon
I shuffle a little to create room
To fully appreciate the breathless sight
That is your beauty by silvery light

Then I look upon that incongruous stanza
Doubts roll through me like a German Panzer
But stressors melt at the touch of your palm
For when we embrace my mind goes calm

We hang our destinies on the same hook
And into a hazy future together we look

Self-Image

SELF-IMAGE

Oh Lord, why do I feel this way?
My body is fatigued and just wants to lay
On soft pillows under a ceiling fan
Where peace is tranquil and divine.
No pain or stressors are involved.
Just me free of troubles and another’s problems.
Where the world is outside and I am indoors,
To achieve the level of contentment I search for,
This is what I call pure existence.
A bliss of equanimity that refines person.
Is there such quintessence?
Therefore, I must set the perfect example.
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Penned March 28, 2015!

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