Lots of
people online
that we
do not
personally
know
tend to study
peoples poems
to psychoanalyze
their everything
but don't realize
the person
they might be
analyzing
is actually
very kind
and very calm
and very mature
but perhaps treated
like a servant
or maybe not
but they still hate
or they orchestrate
socially
engineered
situations
to try
and throw someone
emotionally
and spiritually
off balance
because their joy
offends them
which is maybe
why they restrict
and try to
judge folks
for how
they choose
to respond to
their jabs
and tricks
all while
everyone else
wonders why
I personally
always distance
myself from
other people
who take pride
in their cultural
sociopathy.
In the springtime of my life,
I hear the birds, singing delight
Crooning the hope through my worst strife,
Silencing shadows with sweetest insight
In the summertime of my life,
I hear the whisper of leaves, alive
Telling a story of when I’m filled with strife
Pouring out hope, assured I’ll survive
In the autumn of my life,
I hear the music of stars at twilight,
Revealing the music of hope despite strife
Rising in victory, the music He’ll write
In the winter of my life,
I hear the praise of each sunrise
Coloring my world beautiful despite the strife
When death comes, there’ll be no surprise
In the days that leave me unsure,
I hear the beautiful of a God who is true
And I know, all this fear and doubt I’ll endure,
Knowing that my heart, He will surely renew!
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
Inspired by The Beatles song “Let It be”
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So Let It Be
When darkness of night shrouds my life
And I cannot sustain my strife
My inner light comes to rescue
For the path in life to pursue
Along the rightful road to walk
And the virtuous goal to stalk,
So let it be, so let it be,
The inner light as guide to me.
Look around, an era of strife,
Yet God still plans to bless our life.
This season brings abundant grace,
As trials and changes, we continue to embrace.
Progress on, define the way,
For needs unmet, let not your heart dismay.
Watch for signs, see ahead the story unfold,
Let the Spirit decree, make new things bold.
Towards fruitfulness, we now move ahead,
Seeking faith, while time is spared.
Faith will come through Word’s decree,
With kingdom steps, rise and see.
When trials come and darkness grows,
Let God’s great river freely flow.
Speak the Word, the foe will flee,
Have faith for all eternity.
Let every cell in our body and mind,
Respond with grace, in ways redefined.
It is just another day
To be used as we like
To choose joy as our companion
Or embolden friction and strife
It is just another hour
To spend as we desire
To embrace love as a mentor
Or wallow in customized mire
It is just another minute
To be valued as a prize
To caress truth as life’s foreplay
Or nestle with deception and lies
It is just another year
To capture the selfie of all time
To magnify the light we’ve been given
Or post our demise by design
Your work not seen
By mere eye sight
It's others eyes.
Your worth not seen
By your eye sight
It's others sight.
Your cause not felt
By your own heart
It's others heart.
Your joy not seen
The way you laugh
It's how you cry.
so think about the things
that we will have to struggle through
darkness
nothing but darkness
no sun to gaze no painted hue
so many people are sure to falter
at this most treacherous of plights
those who are the stronger
will see the dawn of a new light
for those not strong enough
there is mercy
And there is life
someone will pick them up
and carry them away from the strife
I was young, bright full of promise, full of light.
High school passed in a blur,
a victory too soon, too fast.
They cheered, they clapped,
Mom wept with pride,
but I barely had time to feel it.
Then the world changed.
Tertiary welcomed me,
but fate had other plans.
A silent storm stole my path,
cutting dreams before they could bloom.
I searched, I fought, I worked,
but each day felt the same.
The hours passed, yet I remained stuck.
Now, I drift through life,
a ghost in my own skin.
The child who once raced ahead,
now stumbles through the past.
And all I have are words not answers, not peace,
just echoes of a question that whispers through the silence:
Where did I go wrong?
From scorching heat come if cool spells of rain,
Lotus allures, let it from mud arise,
If joy gets born from deepest pits of pain,
Sorrows are sent to size us, make us wise.
It’s strange if pleasure comes shorn of challenge,
If road ahead is straight and smoothly laid,
If life always shows bright hues of orange,
Bewitching, every beauty spot is made,
Every bed’s laid with roses, life sans plight,
Thorns on rose plants are consigned to exile,
Black is banished and life's not but delight,
Won’t such painless pleasures make life sterile?
Crib not my Mind, if problems keep cropping,
Thank thyself, strife whets dull wit from rusting.
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Sonnet |03.04.11, revised Nov 2024| life, strife
Do you know what to do
Can you stay true
When your life’s falling apart
And yet I try to open my heart
Wishes are fading
I always seem to be waiting
And even after ranting
Do I know what to do?
Does this answer your question,
Because every time someone seems to mention,
Legends always seem to make a mark,
But last time I checked I didn’t have to share that spark
You talk to my friends
You come without ends
And when its said and done
I guess I want to be number one
Because when they ask this question
I start to feel tension
But when I look around
Everyone else is also on the ground
Do you know what to do
When your feet are stuck in glue
Because there’s someone inside that chews and then spews and then skews,
Until you finally get that clue
That you’ve become quite blue
I got pried,
And then I just cried,
Cause when you’re stuck in the middle,
You just start to shrivel
I suddenly start to swivel
As you suddenly start to drizzle
Into the cracks of my life
Where there’s about to be a whole lot of strife
But now I have to be true,
And simply admit to you
That I just don’t know what to do
And yet I see within those eyes,
Not a beast in disguise,
But prey with unheard cries,
To it's faith it'll never know,
That whimpers and hinders,
Heady flame sunk in snow,
One that had not yet roared in anger,
One that had not yet learnt to bite,
As hard and harsh,
And filled with spite,
To darken misty air,
A growing girl,
Who sang with flair,
Who dreamed of heaven and fairies,
And neater, straighter hair.
Yet married a man so cold,
Yet strong, yet bold,
For he would hold her til he's old,
For the autumn, winter and summertime, sold
Her body beneath her clothe.
Barefoot and pregnant,
An orphaned widow by divorce,
She'd use that voice she used to sing,
To yell to cry,
but not to think,
To her children she died,
To herself she never lived,
"You live a loveless life,
You marry a loveless man,
You do your best,
And take what you can."
her cheerful sign said live your best life
would that be a life without any strife?
Not necessarily said the negative window peeper
Just try to stay away from the ugly grim reaper
A Time to Heal
The time has come to move on in life
Leaving behind the tears and strife
The time has come to start to feel
And let all the old wounds heal
Put away those fears and lonesome thoughts
Or your life will come to nought
Learn all over again to sing in your heart
So everything will become bright
Learn to laugh and cry with no bitterness
And you’ll be sure to find happiness
The time has gone for pain so real
The time has come to heal.
By Cathrin Stuart
Futile pondering
My companion sublime
Incessant counting
A millionth time
Of all the 'Why's,
'Should i not's
And 'Why cant I's
Stifling me in knots
The silver lining
I thought i'd find
Still has me searching
Far every cloud behind
Meandering through
This maze of a life
Hope kindled and anew
With a tinge of bitter strife.
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