An invisible power travels with me
each moment, constantly;
like an inseparable companion.
Sharing all my failures, successes, joys,
and equally, my weaknesses, my strengths.
Knowing all secrets of my heart,
it guides me to choose between
alternatives paths of all sorts.
It makes me learn to take risks,
while keeping faith in self and it.
Over time, the unknown power
has become familiar, known,
and, indeed, a true friend.
I salute to thee for being patient with me
helping me understand the world bit by bit,
in an ever changing environment.
I donot know what to call
this unknown, invisible, divine power!
Many have chosen to call it God.
My past
My mistakes
The right and wrong choices
My failures and successes
My hopes and dreams
The man looking at me in the mirror
The man you see with your eyes
All my physical homeliness and imperfections
All the words said behind my back
The good and the bad
The rumors and the gossip
The facts and the fiction
The lies and the truth
That’s not me, and that’s not who I want to be…
I’m the sad music that makes me feel there is love to gain through the pain.
I’m the cheek you can hit on one side and then again on the other.
I’m the walking mat you can clean your feet on.
I’m the laughter that comes easy and is given freely.
I’m the friend to the not-so-friendly.
I’m the heart you can wear on your sleeve for you to break over and over again.
I’m the life that matters less so yours can matter more.
© 2025 by DC Poetry
You start to look through another pair of glasses
If you lacked any experience, life has offered you classes
You learn from your past failures and successes
You've become wiser while your heart has grown restless
What entertained you before, now irritates you somehow
Things that made you laugh, you shake your head at now
You now see the pitiful state of each generation
You're no longer too busy to enjoy God's creation
The questions you asked in the past are now asked of you
Youngsters are now coming to you asking what to do
Different ones are coming to you for loving advice
Helping them not make the same mistakes twice
As you get older it seem to benefit you and others
When it comes to experience its like you play the mother
dear life holding though seems dropped
seems well keepsake just head propped
all stages work cards play right
while smile never think laugh fight
lose focus find few new pills
rob future paywall advance
lift feet one front partner dance
kiss wife lovely dead weights corpse
don't go stay home destroy thorps
take arms see sails more increase
tattoo flag wave war kill peace
remain alpha con beta
successes all right data
obsolescence plan delete
extract spoil collect repeat
day day always forever
hallelujah and ever
One way to improve yourself is to work
If you want a better life for yourself,
Start working hard, as soon as possible
Not everything will work out at first,
But there's nothing to worry about
The main thing is not to give up
Of course, successes make us richer,
But thanks to failures, we grow.
The outside is where I belong
The inside so filmiar
A constant stride to belong
To fit the mold of what a man should be
Weak I am cancered by self denial
When will it end for me
Alone I be
What a disappointment
A shaded comparison of where I started
I seek something
But back away
When it gets hard I blame all but me
I am the cause of no resolution in my dimise
It's hard to see past all the flaws when they seem to out weigh the successes
Torn apart from it all
Just dwell in the peices of insecurities
What have I become
Lost in the shallow of a hollow man
In a world built in expectations I fall flat everytime
What is the reason for this prison
It's all in the past part of my present
When will this future become bright
When all around this body is a dark mass
Haunted visions ghosts of remembrance
This is how my life develops
Within the carnage of love and hate I collide
Still beaten and battered but whos throwing the punches
Me a lesser verison of myself
Where do I go
Where do a belong
In the wasteland of failure for all to flourish except me.
My mind, my heart, and my hands
All I think and feel and do.
All I know and understand
All for You.
All I see and hear and say
Every moment, every day
All I hope and dream and pray
All for You...
My successes and my failures
My temptations and my fears
The frustrations I endure
All for You…
All my happiness and sorrow
All I own and lend and borrow
Each today and each tomorrow
All for You...
Every heartbeat, every breath
All my talent, all my treasures.
'Til the moment of my death
All for You.
All my memories and liberty.
And all that You have given me.
All I am and wish to be.
All for You.
Not knowing
Is the seeming
Engine behind
Science and any
Getting ahead..
Yet the engine
And successes
Are appearances of
Not knowing...
Inner Tides and Outer Moons
Just like Earth and her moon
Our own body-mind fluxes
With and within the cycle of tides.
Up-down, strong-weak, high-low
We swell and contract in a rhythm
That effects if not controls us all.
Maybe it’s even what makes us care
About others and what others think of us
Since without the flux
We’d be more consistent
And so more confident, less needy
And thus more independent.
But at a certain point,
Maybe what we call mid-life
We should have learned that no matter
The flux is ours and not up to others
To verify, confirm or even acknowledge
Who we are, our successes and failures.
A body-mind in flux
After all is a mystery
In the process of becoming
But after at least fifty years of becoming
We should have become familiar enough
To know what is and what’s ahead.
At least to know
That there will always be
Change and more change,
And that the key to a mature
If not always happy body-mind
Is a measure of self reliance.
(3/23/25)
Originally published in Out On a Limb, an Anthology for Friends June 2020
You hate me for my color.
You hate me for our differences.
You hate me for my successes.
You call me names.
You call me useless.
You call me an outsider.
You marked me as invisible.
You made me your scapegoat.
You expressed your hatred, and
Excluded me from your world,
Allowing you to define
Who was welcome into your group.
Do you feel united?
Are you at peace?
That is, until the next tension rises and
A new scapegoat needs to be found.
Searching in the dark
For the light
Hanging on by a thread
Wishing to be more
Not feeling alone
Seeking you
The one who understands me
Reaching for the stars
Longing to believe you are out there
For me somewhere somehow
I need to be in your arms
I want to let go
Want to run free
In your world
A place I wish to call home
A welcoming smile
A giving hug
I need to be held
Told I except you
Not for my flaws
Not for my successes
But for me
My brokenness My insercuties My Resillance
Seeking Mrs your everything I need and deserve
The true definition of tranquility
A love for our ages
A hand to hold
A heart to lie next too
An impossible love for me.
As the years roll over and a new one takes its place. I grow with apprehension of the successes I can make. Because of my age, my life is a shorter span. But I have for some reason much hope.
2025 - will be a year for some, great advantages. And others will still be looking around. I feel in spite of, the World's situation that there will be great progress. Many fear the worst will come upon us, however, I feel free to say that the Almighty won't let it happen to us. There are things yet to come that could end us, but I feel that there is a bountiful Trust that will keep us humans whole.
Love for one another is one, Faith and Faithful expressions for another. Time is against us, but the future is wide open. We who trust will live on. When we look back over time, much of what we know has changed. We are moving forward and not backwards, I believe.
I can't predict the future, but as a human being I feel progress will be made. Things will be for the good above things that are not. So, I am believing with all my heart that life, and not death, will prevail.
LOVE 2025
Fifty- six years of togetherness; some think it is strange.
For Ida and Frank it is normal
They have been best friends since their teenage years
They cuddle on their swing looking over their lake
Reflecting on the successes of their business and children
Two snoring dogs lie contentedly next to them
The orange and pink sunset looks gorgeous tonight
They sit in comfortable silence, united in their happy thoughts.
I welcome you, dear daughter,
To our happy home above,
Where resurrection's glory,
Is the story of our love,
I followed your successes,
And I spoke of you with pride,
To know my darling daughter,
Has a fire deep inside,
I know that separation,
Is an often lonely state,
But death is just a parting,
With a momentary wait,
I hope you like our family,
Because our love is real,
The feelings of eternity,
Are like a spinning wheel,
I know your heart is newly born,
And gentle is your mind,
The feelings of a recent past,
Are often intertwined,
But daughter dear I love you,
For the future that will be,
The glory of redemption,
Is the time you spend with me.
I want to know who’s going to tell Trump that the job he’s currently seeking might just be one of those black jobs?—Michelle Obama
please don't squander what those before us fought hard for all of their lives
~ he wants you to fear two highly educated black successes whose lives thrives
something wonderfully magical is in the air ~
spreading all across this country we love and share
steppin’ up ~ Kamala a president we can be proud of
~not a villain fear monger for a lesser gov
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