There are words spoken , to be commenced
It is never good in situations to be silenced
A wrongful demand from another steals rest
Yet other times in life, silence is best
Words of truth are to be forever honored
Even coming from any path that is wandered
This is when the choice made is pertinent
knowing there are people who won't repent
These choices can change a moment or life
They can calm chaos or ignite strife
In time with practice, it is learned
How to bring good things or to be burned
When the sun shines or the thunder rumbles,
Remember this choice to prevent stumbles
Heidi Sands
9/2/26
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As a child,
Like a grown up, you would put on my make-up,
In my heels you'd stumble trying to stand up.
As a child,
Knowingly, you played at 'mothers' with your friends
Each one using grown up language in pretends.
As a child,
Many times you would not do as you were told,
Capricious, stubborn as any eight-year-old.
As a child,
Already knowing that you wanted to be
A loving mother, exactly, just like me.
As a child,
Peas in a pod, we went through it together
Daintily dancing through all kinds of weather.
Time has passed, and even though you're grown up now
Admit, you can't hide sometimes stumbling somehow
like a child.
I stumble to the wall
with a half-awake gait,
then I fumble and find
the light switch.
It's time to go
for that much-needed pee.
It happens every night
as I wish other things would, too.
Why cannot what I desire
be as inescapable?
Living alone cuts off
the possibilities of things
that once would have been probabilities.
Even inevitabilities.
(18 August 2026)
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chocolates half-eaten~
your socks still on the nightstand
where love first stumbled
I hope you stumble onto peace
Whenever anxiety trips you up
I hope you embrace that flicker like it's worth every breath you take
That you remember anxiety is not your address
That you deserve tranquility in its purest form
In whatever shape that might take
Honor your space
Be in every moment, but don't make a home in the dark
You are light
You deserve peace
Own that and walk in it
As I entered the Wanderers Inn
I slipped whilst I ordered a gin
Poetically balanced
I took up the challenge
And jigged on the floor with a spin
My friend asked her to dance; he was so sweet.
She took his hand and got up from her seat,
Stepped on her long dress, and bent,
Downward on her knees she went.
She laughed and said, "My first step to the beat."
9/25/2025
Charlie Chaplin of speechless cinema
Mockery whirling in enigma
Sweet short silent man,
showing tricky plan
Acted diplomat in dauntless dogma.
This is my tale of stumble and rise
Which I have say, took me by surprise
I shed a few tears
On hearing the cheers
My heart was simply bursting with pride.
There was I, dancing along the street
Singing and swanking upon my feet
I got in a fix
O'er my feet I tripped
And cartwheeled down hill like an athlete.
Unaware I'd performed to a crowd
Till I’d heard them cheering me out loud
After the stumble
I rose most humble
And grateful, so I stood there and bowed.
Flaunting her flashy dress, went for the show
Careful of every step, she moved quite slow
Sadly, tripping on her skirt,
Fell flat, but feigned a show smart.
With a smile, began spinning on her toe.
when crossing a square as I scurried
my feet crossed instead, for I hurried
but while falling, with faults
it morphed sweet to a waltz …
midst a chorus of “Yays!” - off I surried.
The Stumble and Rise
There once lived a colleague called James,
Lean, strolling in crowd without shame,
He tripped on a crack
Fell flat on his back
Then bounced up and said, "It`s a game!"
Suzy ran to the local swing dance!
Lots of dudes there awaiting to prance!
When she went through the door
Quickly tripped on the floor-
Grabbed a guy's hand and twirled to romance!
When I stumbled down and fall,
From the stairs of our school hall;
I cried, “Let’s all swim!
Best stroke is to squirm!”
I showed the style and stood tall.
There was a girl in a night club,
Who tripped in that crowded pub.
She bruised her left arm,
But laughed off the harm,
And danced while a dog ate her grub.
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