Scatters through strangers' scraps,
spoilt teens point and laugh,
she'll feast on left over snacks,
fills her belly & crashes on grass.
Her warmth at night, snugly blanket,
given thoughtfully by homeless stranger,
She's used to buses causing rackets,
sleeps in secret places, avoid the dangers.
She's like a needle in a fast society,
a sweetheart buried in debris
How does a mother abandon her honey,
junkie ignoring her daughter so hungry
Categories:
thoughtfully, society,
Form: Rhyme
Cherished moments spent
With your bestest friend a sharing,
Quietly sitting side-by-side,
Thoughtfully, at simply nothing, staring,
Just shooting-the-breeze together
And for each other caring.
Categories:
thoughtfully, child, childhood, children, cute,
Form: Rhyme
To live in abundance and magnify your fortune you must DIVINELY work for it. The far measures of where man will go for an instant magnitude relentlessly disqualifies the thoughts of having abundant control over their own hearts with love and forgiveness. And in addition, the practice of satisfying skin compared to a clean heart, mind, and sinew is thoughtfully illogical. So in result, men must find true value worth more than gold. The treasure that rings so loud but a number undoubtedly and purposefully ignore. For the true measures of the world is written in the best history book known to mankind. The book that shares how to live. The book that shares how to obtain in a righteous way. The book that speaks of the dead and the only ONE to have walked the earth, and as well risen. Therefore, in an always profound and crucial manner it is the responsibility of this world to read, study, practice, pray, and liberate our hearts to The Truth and only Way of Light as we breathe his presented gift of life.
Categories:
thoughtfully, 11th grade, bible, devotion,
Form: Free verse
Mentally we rummage through
Our trashcans of the past
Viewing what was worthless
When in that trash were cast:
A milestone magazine we see in there
Worth thousands in “green backs” now
Oh my, if we had known
The things that we now avow.
Mountains of words we wished we’d said
Lying in a dusty, useless heap
Applicable now that time has passed
But … didn’t know that we should keep.
And people’s names we thought were bad
We discarded thoughtfully
But as time passed we slowly learned
Twas we who didn’t see clearly.
Critiques installed in folders bold
Of things we did not approve
Time moved on … we re-assessed
Those things now are “in-the-groove”.
Now we know of judgements made
Before our many years did flow
Were all based on things
We didn’t really know.
Categories:
thoughtfully, nostalgia,
Form: Rhyme
Yesterday,
I saw a girl
That looked like you.
It took my breath away.
I wanted to say
To her;
What I long to say to you.
I almost said it aloud;
I love you.
A complete stranger.
I just stared at her.
Later,
In a coffee shop,
On campus,
I saw a young girl
That reminded me
So much, of you.
Her hair, her eyes, Brown,
And beautiful.
The way she fingered her pen,
Pressing it thoughtfully
Against her lip,
Eyes raised to one side,
Head resting on one palm,
Hair, cascading like a waterfall;
Shimmering, pooling,
Onto her open book.
I wanted to be that book.
I wanted to be with you.
For a moment,
I was.
Categories:
thoughtfully, 12th grade, angel, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Ceiling spider.
Would you please not bite her?
While she’s trying to write thoughtfully.
Staring out at a tree.
She wants to cry.
The spider doesn’t want to pry.
So he simply works on a web.
But becomes tangled instead.
The spider decides to step on her letter.
He should have known better.
She lets out a shout.
Until he told her not to pout.
He tells her how to write condolences.
In a way that is kind and makes sense.
In fact, he knows a lot.
After his mother died in her cot.
She says thank you.
She’s a little nervous of this spider, that is true.
A spider with trauma, just like her.
She nods, and feels reassured.
Suddenly, there is a tiny sound.
A fly has been found.
The spider says a prayer.
As the fly does despair.
The ceiling spider doesn’t want to eat this fly.
As this fly says goodbye.
The spider sinks his fangs.
Into the fly’s veins.
Ceiling spider.
Who would never bite her.
A woman writing a heartfelt letter.
He knows better.
He crawls back into a crack.
Above the clothing rack.
To eat the remains of his mom, before she decays.
It’s about survival in these dark days.
Categories:
thoughtfully, angst, dark,
Form: Rhyme
As if startled awake
from fitfull sleep
Of dreams both cartoonish
Yet with meaning deep
My life having passed
as this very repose
A young woman
Now grand dame all as I dozed
For I must have been asleep
At the wheel
Alternately engaging
disengaging at will
One eightying along I sped through my life seventh decade now coming to pass
How will I cram in
All this life left to live before I run out of gas
Hey you young motorist
Yes I'm talking to you
I once thought of myself
As Immortal too
One day you'll arrive here as
Sure as night follows day
So listen to the words
I am moved to say
Make it count slay regret at its birth
Live fully and thoughtfully for all that your worth
To arrive at destination (well done)
Categories:
thoughtfully, adventure,
Form: Rhyme
The tallest toddler who lived in Toronto be
Two year old towering Timmy
Typically Timmy is talkative
today Timmy spoke tired and timidly
Although Timmy towers taller
than ten year old talented Tilly
His sisters tactic to teach tap dance to timmy
has proven to be tough and quite tricky
thoughtfully tread Timmy tiptoes toward tilly
teasing his tipsy like tumbling and tedious shimmy
Categories:
thoughtfully, sister,
Form: Alliteration
Thoughtfully wrapped and nicely presented
Sometimes even with ribbons and bows
This can be very pleasing on the eye
However, it’s the gift within that’s important
The packaging is superficial and often temporary
People are like presents
Value the inner gift of people
Value the inner You
Categories:
thoughtfully, appreciation, people, poetry, self,
Form: Free verse
Naturally particular, normally pedantic, never problematic - pessimism notwithstanding.
Thoughtfully intuitive, interested in thinkers; tactile in time, nuance in tenderness.
Categories:
thoughtfully, feelings,
Form: Alliteration
A month without you
It hardly seems true
The days they just drag
Like some lingering flu
I miss all those chats
With the cheek and the charm
I wonder if, maybe
Would a call be no harm?
I reel myself in
No of course, that's not fair
Reminding I'm here
And you're way over there
Nonetheless, it's not pretty
This dark empty space
The void here inside
Well, it feels out of place
So a poem of solace
I thoughtfully muse
Where it's only cathartic
Unlikely to bruise
In the meantime I send
All the love I can muster
If you have a new friend
Just be sure you can trust her
I'm not bitter, just achey
So I'll sign off for now
I just hope that you're happy
And that one day, somehow
We can grab an oat latte
Catch-up on old times
Laugh like we used to
Punching out these odd rhymes
CV 25.1.24
Categories:
thoughtfully, friendship love, miss you,
Form: Rhyme
In the mystical charisma of Sunrise.
I see a hint everything turning out,
thoughtfully,
in an unthought of way.
A way that is like hidden gold.
A way that is paved so as to not owe
for anything.
The price having already been paid.
The secret, the heart having more
than meets the eye- within it.
It,
knowing when to act, what to do,
just how to thank the Lord.
Categories:
thoughtfully, life, light, love,
Form: Ode
Misty muted days in Scotland
part before you
making room for your own silence.
Now Beinn Mhòr's summit is under my feet
There was no spectacle,
no one to shake hands with.
Yet as I stood, shakily at the top,
looking down
upon 'Loch na Keal' far below,
I felt like a real climber.
That night back at an Isle of Mull pub
an old timer,
(a small dog at his feet),
leaned toward me.
He appeared to be blind
and used a white stick.
He politely inquired
had I gained the peak?
With some pride I declared
that I had conjured the mountain!
He supped his beer thoughtfully.
”Aye laddie,
tis good to stretch yor legs a bit,
I used to climb her twice a day
but yer see
yon wee dog is getting old noo.”
I paid for his ale and quietly left.
Categories:
thoughtfully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
At breakfast I scribble in a notebook
questions like:
why do I feel like a duck-billed platypus
has been nibbling at my brain all night?
The I remember
the billabong, the kookaburra
and the ‘jolly swagman’
all of whom
party-crashed my REM-sleep.
I ask: "Did you dream in the night dear?"
“Flamingo.” she says tersely.
After a pause,
“You ran-over my pet flamingo
with that big stupid truck of yours.”
I thoughtfully butter some toast.
“It was the flying monkey’s”
I replied weakly,
“they made me do it”
Categories:
thoughtfully, poetry,
Form: Free verse
...I remember when it was SOMETHING.
A Lesson OR Blessing, actually BOTH.
Is blood thicker than water? Not if bad blood has formed. Was it always tainted, beneath the naked eye of a surface picture painted?
Life's moments are so fleeting...
I can't imagine partaking in unnourishing concepts and allow for the mere sake of repeating. Wouldn't that be defeating???
There's nothing can be gained, once all
GOOD energy has been drained! It can't be "returned or renamed" Retrospectively, concepts can't sustain "ideals" electively.
No fairy dust. No holiday or every blue moon so called trust...sadly there's rust.
I choose to blow it away with breath & depth protected inlay; can't allow nothing to delay, deter, "stir" my peace, for a piece of me...my heart, that part, that is my Core and Soul OFF LIMITS.
It wasn't Always like that, but Splat...
when remembering, I GAVE and thoughtfully.
Release to allow Peace.
Something had to Cease...
Now, I Am SAVED.
SELF-LOVE INCREASED!
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 12, 2023#
Categories:
thoughtfully, change, family, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
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