Lightning, split slight stressors?
Roll, scissors, as you slide.
Questioners and confessors?
Xiphoid, clench. Trench, tide.
Vast and valid, vipers?
Onyx castle, blocks green.
Flippers, flickers, slick stripers.
Stone sabbath subterrene.
Quahog, quill, quincurion.
Quest quixotic quell.
Dark fire, drape the deadly dawn.
Wishing well, cell, gel.
Occultation, oculus.
Occipital bridge.
Holluschickie, thumb callus.
Rift riddle red ridge.
Oblivescent, oblocute.
Deny and forget.
Ladder, down the fiery chute!
Subtlety, snakebit!
Obtenebrous, oil, obtest.
Shadow, grip and squeeze.
Witness called? Will we protest?
Mad maze mysteries.
Obvolvent, ocarina?
As solvents chambers be.
Disabuse, Proserpina?
Why, good sir, that is me.
Halcyon heart, hatchet hold.
Digging for dead gold.
Luminescence? Leopold?
Mycelium, mold...
DANCE
removes
all stressors
when stirred by music
passion ignites movements
for free expression of self
"fun, legal intoxication"
The weapons of mass destruction, is in the hearts of men,
living in the darkness, festering up our sin.
When hate, hurt, and anger, are the stressors of our day,
when our hearts are disturbed, the world is gonna pay.
All these things are boiling, stirring in the heart,
the weapons of mass destruction, about to do it’s part.
Anger, hatred, and revenge, begins to take it’s form,
arising up inside us, is a very toxic storm.
The power of our words, the weights that they bare,
weapons of mass destruction, now flying in the air.
There is power of life and death, in our tongues you see,
with weapons of mass destruction, we destroy both you and me.
Welcoming streets full of wishful souls,
small town feel everywhere you look, whispering pines being gently in the wind, coffee shop full of heartfelt strangers looking for a friend.
This place I call home in my heart, my love of my life grew up here in this town of Wadena. Hardworking folks who look into each others souls for solace, a cup of coffee heartfelt laugh.
No cell phones, social media found here, reminders of the good ol days, kids playing laughing at simple joys in their hearts, no worries of impressing others, corporate clowns, no red carpet parties here..
My heart I leave here each time we part ways, Sunnybrook park my solitude, ducks, eagles, deer meets my eyes, fall foliage blankets the grounds, beauty all around…
My hometown is here, my family is here, place where my stressors melt away, I seek it in my heart whenever my heart is hurting, from being rejected by unhearted unkind souls,Wadena Mn is my home, I feel it and see it in my husbands eyes heart each and every day the past 30 wonderful years, God gave me him to bring a smile and a tear to my eyes, HE knew I needed Jesus in my life, My heart right beside me each and every moments my life.
every word I write is a choice
as is every word I do not write
my pen can spark enthusiasm or inspire hope
with mere words she can invoke sad memories
whether the reader relates is not a concern for me
I write for me
writing is my therapy
it releases my own tensions and stressors
respecting tears swallowed deep down hard from childhood
when I lived with a mother who did not allow crying
It’s late at night, everything is dark, the evening is drawing to a close, another day in the books, oh what a day, schedules, appointments, so many errands we ran.
Nothing good on tv, only the depressing news, we crawl into bed, we collapse into our pillow, oh what a relief, blankets are pulled up around our bodies, this is so blissful.
Silence fills the room, just resound of the evening rain as it hits the window sill, it’s calming to listen to, sets the mood…. we lay in bed as we embrace each other, this is what every couple looks forward to I’m sure..
We talk about our stressors from the day, as to comfort each other, our love is pure, I whisper silently in your ear, we undress and give each other the passion we’ve held in all day, the rain is coming down hard, thunder and lightening lights up our room, as our bodies move in sync, we collapse into our bed, Oh how I love pillow talk.
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 ?
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.
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 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.
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..
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.
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 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
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
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