When dreams all come crashing down,
I’ll just take the long way 'round,
When the light of hope turns to dark,
I’m more determined to hit my mark.
When let down and people sway,
I’ll just choose to stay away,
When disappointment hits again,
I just push on through the pain.
When hopes and dreams all fall through,
I’ll just start something new,
When feeling low, no hope in sight,
I’ll light a candle for a little light.
When the heart cracks one more time,
I’ll just write another rhyme,
When nighttime falls and I hear more lies,
I’ll wait till dawn and watch the sun rise.
When I think I can take no more,
I remind myself there’s lots to explore,
When the day becomes too much,
I’ll close my eyes and dream as such.
It’s a tug of war between shadows and light,
Feeling hopeless but I’m ready to fight,
Through the struggles and the pain,
I’ll rise up stronger, again and again.
When my soul begins to die,
This is when I know I’ll fly,
When it’s all said and done,
I will know I tried, and I won.
tug dug poems remind me of old luglug bird tugs bugs here and there!
Huge robins grapple
Tension tears the worm in two
Joyfully they feast
My biggest weakness is my desire for obsession
My want to be fully engulfed in my aeipathy for another person
To give them all of me
And more, all I want to be
To gladly abandon any other potential
To blind myself
To neglect anything else that needs my attention
To forsake my goals and any progress I've made toward them
For the sake of being consumed by the feeling of being in love
To hold tight to someone long after they are gone.
To fixate on an idea
I do this to my detriment
I remain stagnant in a moment long past
And feel it still, as real as it once had been
My disposition to sacrifice the current moment is my undoing
I abandon the things that need tending to
I die to all future moments
I could easily live the rest of life as a court jester
Playing the role of Romeo on the stage of my own mind
The depth of my thoughts
is always fighting against
the shallowness of my being.
Waste your energy
Lose the game
Save your energy
The game is yours
When you pull
And try to hold immediately
Another one who is constantly holding
Gets an advantage in that small moment
Cause while you try to hold
You also try to balance your body
And strength for the holding phase
Hold preserves center of gravity
So you don't topple forward or backward
While Slow Pulls gives you an advantage
Since you're moving backwards
But risks toppling backwards
Since the center of gravity moves as the body moves
Humans walk on two legs without tails
Making them unstable
Furthermore, tug of war
Is a game of strength and stamina
Slow pulls makes you exert energy more than Hold.
Tug a bit on earthly muck, shakes us all;
Hell's murkiness makes the eternal fall.
Pick up pure mud, feel its wonder and awe.
Our cosmos burns but organics are rare;
though carbon abounds, exists everywhere.
Light springs into life, if water is there!
Grab damp dark soil, same stuff in a flower.
Musing trite thoughts drains our mental power,
try to wake before your faint final hour.
Some sculpt Buddha's fingers touching the earth,
always connecting to soil has true worth.
From the moist muck comes all life and rebirth.
Our world will rock us asleep and awake;
ups and downs, storms and quakes, for goodness sake.
Accepting all flaws, what will we forsake?
Monorhyme in tercets 15 lines 114 words
Inspired by John Milton's Paradise Lost,
Astrophysics and Buddhist philosophy
Magnetic bliss tug along spine
All nodes within form dance
Our mind-body becomes divine
Love with love in parlance
We’re centred in the void
Blissful and overjoyed
Heart pure and unalloyed
Lingering love hug
Magnetic bliss tug
02-November-2021
Quietus
Tug of War
the three and four-year-olds had a terrific time
playing tug of war with a rope
all of them trying to help their friends
pulling a variety of directions
no matter what team they were on
hilarious to watch
so don't go tug on my heartstrings man
i might fall apart at the “seems"
take a jump off a bridge
just to show that i live
to make a mark on the start
for the times of dear dreams
take a ride in a boat to niagra to float
thinking that destination's delivery can share
of what keep me afloat to stop the chaos
with hope and to be a big witness of care
don’t go pulling on my shirt now dude
you won't believe what comes out my sleeve
a difference a detour a doubt for the pain
that's just a jaunt just to trust and believe
so take all your heart hope put them near to the head
so you won't confuse clarity for real tears
just take all your time to tell a true rhyme
that i know more for my age plus my years
it is a sweet ringing in my ears
a song a melody resounding Psalms
there is a tug and embrace
and a warm feeling in my heart
there is a breath of fresh air
flowing through my nostrils
must be sweet God in Jesus
His Holy Spirit keeps
coming to me I can feel it
Oh!
O
My, my, my
I hear I feel so a quiet tug of love
Glory
Hallelujah
1/18/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Come and be a part of me, now conjoined
Our lives meshed relentlessly caught
Netted forever in daily favours we appoint
In constant debt to save love's abort
Entity rules written on parchment ethereal
Compile acumen requirements
Tolerance adopts compassionate interior
Faith pledge beckons kindness
Independance threatens from near corner
Sinister as demon intending to leap
Reports a lost opportunity to love coroner
Solitary plight, pride intends to keep
Conscious strive for linking brings prosper
Combined denotes concerned
Response an innate component longed for
River of reciprocation yearned
Innoculated beneath doctrine of obligation
Committed beings tread carefully
Self derived bliss retains a vapid formation
Of solace seen in together revelry
1st November
- torn in concept
of tug of war demanded
by needing others as much
as I rely on myself
In my youth during the war years
At our July First festivities three cheers
They held a Tug 'O War
Police and Fire to the fore
At times life is like a Tug 'O War it appears
the sky an ocean of Forget Me Nots,
leaden on hues French-vanilla ice-cream,
puffy cotton candy clouds move down stream
grassy field of red spice cinnamon hots
dream of pleasure indulges in single malt
of her big eyes. watch a half smile linger
a wink of sun glare, tighten her fingers,
cries, red balloons into the amber they bolt
4/17/2020
just musing
Written on February 17, 2020
By Gail DeBole
I read a quote the other day.
It said you must improve today.
I read a quote the other day.
It said to love yourself – don’t change.
Which quote was right?
Which quote was wrong?
Both made me weak.
Both made me strong.
And thus, the tug of war began.
One side of me – quite content
Was fighting all my discontent.
One side of me – quite discontent
Was fighting all my self-content.
My ego – almost split in two
Could not decide just what to do.
And thus, the tug of war continued.
Until one day, quite tired of this.
My question was, "What had I missed?"
Was there a balance I couldn’t see?
Satisfied with what I was, could I be…
A person who improved her lot
Without a tug of war so taut?
And thus, the tug of war ended.
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