Born into a family created by relatives.
Some folks come with the blood; others
Come with the character.
Family is the name they respect you for
You can walk,
Before you can speak, before you know
What love feels like or what void can do.
Kinfolks...
They're the ones life introduces at a leisurely pace.
Through the hard days, the quiet nights,
The moment you didn't think you'd make it
Through.
Family is the starting line; lineage is the ones
Who show you.
Who Stays
Who lend an ear
Who lifts,
Who love without feeling the necessity, A reason.
Blood can place you in a house, but residence
Builds you a home; names can tie you to a tree,
But demeanor ties you to an individual
Born into family, formed into relatives and
Somewhere between the two, you acquire the
Truth:
The people who choose you are the ones
Who keep you unharmed.
When life is so down;
Crying is a replaced frown,
When hope seemed drown.
When life, at its best-
City, a replaced town's guest;
A place to invest.
When life is troubled,
Tears replaced sadness doubled...
Nigt partying bubbled.
When life is so good,
Joy replaced blissful childhood;
Fun... than adulthood.
When life is a bet,
Winning is a replaced debt,
Sequent stakes reset.
When life is a twist,
Call, a replaced beep missed;
Fair treatment persist...
When life is charmed,
Love replaced likeness unharmed;
Stay off been alarmed...
When life, grace lust's feast,
Heartbreak, a replaced deceit;
Learn through to retreat...
When life is unkind,
It is yours to be designed...
Do yours, never mind.
When life does exist,
Rise and fall shall coexist;
Choose one to resist.
When life is of fate,
Pray; fasting do not hate-
Grace turns its dictate.
I was going to use orange in my user name one day.
For she is my favorite color and does not receive enough fame anyway.
But Trixie, my muse, had not only something but a lot to say
She said “I will choose your name; please go away!”
She can be challenging, but her ideas are rather fine every day.
I cannot say I am unhappy that Trixie is mine; she works without pay.
She came up with PinkFaerie5 when I agreed to stay away.
she says I cannot tell you and allow you to still stay alive today.
You probably do want to stay alive and unharmed and well, I'd say.
I do not really know; Trixie is in charge and won’t tell, the idea is gray.
Five may have been my family of origin, in truth, I think that was it anyway.
Ouch! Just telling you this got my left finger bit by Trixie who does not play.
O yon Loch Ness Monster
is come out of the lake
through all the wide border
his tail left a wake
and save his fire-breathing
he weapons had none
he swam all unharmed
and fair maidens he won
so faithful in love
yet so very messy
there never was wee beastie
like the young dragon Nessie
(With apologies to Sir Walter Scott)
Yesterday I woke up wanting to die.
The cup is not half empty as pessimists say, as far as it seems there is nothing left in the cup.
You almost made me cry again this time.
Pick the scabs and pick the bleeding.
It burns.
It stings.
It itches.
It heals.
Wait until it's over.
You asked for this.
Repeat.
So deep, that it didn't even bleed and catch me off guard.
Positive scab that's never healing.
I guess it's better that you trapped yourself in your own way.
Surely you can take some comfort. knowing that you are mine.
Don't say a prayer for me.
Feel alone because I'm gone.
Made a promise to keep for better ends.
Ima come out a survivor.
Unharmed.
The used.
Our life is uncertain
But death is sure
So, in every second
We put our life
In the hands to God.
Let God be the driver of your life
Even in rough roads
He will guide your way
You'll arrive your destination
Safe and unharmed.
Bench
———
I hiked a trail, fresh
unharmed by the steps of man
and found a bench, fresh
unharmed by weather or man.
Why here, for what purpose,
the bench sat in no direction
to understand the why, the purpose
trying to determine the story, the direction.
So I sat on the bench
making a point to view
in all directions the bench
offered, to understand my own view.
While sitting I began to relax
maybe that was the reason
to take some time and just relax
do I really need another reason?
Over in the blackberry patch
June bugs are a-hummin'
Dad and children have been pickin'
Winter, It's a-comin'
Time to go home; jobs done
June bug is caught in flight
For the children to have some fun
Before supper tonight
String on June bug with child on end
Hold on tight; stay on legs,
Around and around fast they go
"My turn," the child begs
Quickly the children become tired
And the June bug is freed--
Shaken unharmed return's home'
To the berries with speed
Happy and laughing the children
All fall to the ground,
Told how they and the June bug
Went around and around
The thoughts of work and play have changed
Within memories time,
My mind goes around and 'round in
June bug and berry rhyme
-E. Pearl Anderson
In hushed greenhouses, a marvel grows,
A pilgrimage for those who know:
A rose unmarred by nature's thorns,
Its beauty is pure, as morning dawns.
I dreamed of its stem, a silken cord,
Coiled gently around my hands, unexplored.
My garden once bristled with spiky guards,
Till obsession smoothed those prickly shards.
From root to tip, I bred them bare,
Strength redefined in petals fair.
If thorns meant power, then power's changed,
In vulnerability, strength rearranged.
This thornless bloom, a rare delight,
Wields beauty like a beacon bright.
Its petals unfurl, a gentle shield,
Revealing truths long concealed.
When touched, it stands, unharmed and tall,
A flower-warrior, breaking thrall
From old beliefs of strength through pain,
Its peaceful stance is a greater gain.
In dreams, I graft this wonder's stem
To roses in my garden's hem.
Together we walk through skeptics' sneers,
Our smoothness calms ancient fears.
Behold the power of gentleness,
In this rose's thornless dress.
A testament to nature's art:
True strength blooms from an open heart.
The wind did blow the ground
shook the sky opened grace
removing all doubt as my mere
flesh unaged unharmed asencends
into the midst with him my mind
opened relieving all tampered
thought confusion and fear malice
removed compassion created
a personal gratification of solitude
while my hearts on fire I desire
only him his presence surrounds
me the sound of trumpets and
harp strings captured solace
in a trance essence illuminated
fragrances abode the sun shined
beneath my feet in a distant glare
bright brilliant heavenly hues
opened the gates as I am calmly
seated at the table of plenty
darkness vanishes within the
alurring abyss night is no more
Lord, thank you for things
Bringing me safe and unharmed
And the joy you brings.
You see, I want justice.
Maybe I want it for all.
The darkness of each injustice falls
heavily on my shoulders.
So many are wronged who don’t seem to care,
casual, easy, they move in the world
as though unharmed:
Their substance is altered by the intravenous needle of
injustice.
But I take pleasure in the faces
of those who thirst for fairness.
You cherish those
who teach you survival!
I am not dead yet, it is not too late
to open my depths
and drink the medicine of hope
that deposits itself quietly there.
It"s been a while
The last time we walked over a mile
The last time we talked with fun
Together under the sun
Time set us apart
One day, we didn't know
It's already time to depart
That day, we didn't show
You're a friend of mine, you know
Someone I always hold on to grow
You're a friend of mine I show
To everyone, you need not to know
Strong, we stand together
Things we don't have and not bother
Together we keep each other warm
Same sweater we wear with charm
Sports we play together
Things we share forever
One umbrella under the rain we're warmed
Same umbrella we hold on to and unharmed
Years passed and you came back
Years passed by, we didn't show and look back
Words we should have said and heard
From each other we kept inside so long unheard
I want you always safe and cared for
To you my shoulders I offer and save for
You're a friend of mine
You're worth more than a mine
I wish
I were a cold, cold lifeless stone
when crushed by a careless trudging foot
no pain bemoans.
I wish
I were a nebulous cloud
the playful wind bungles round around
now lady-like floats
then ghost-like bloats
unharmed by its might.
I wish
I were a massive cathedral
where life's grandeur and puniness
unfold
tangle up
and blend
that stands on unimpressed and uninvolved.
I wish
I could run away from the claws
of unending pain and conflict
then easy it would be!
But what are these gifts for
of heart
and mind
and love?
If there would be...
no glow at sunrise?
no thrill at the call of the beloved?
no ecstasy at the birth of a child?
no rapture at success?
no bliss at the dawn of truth?
no aches and pains?
no agonies and poignant torture of loneliness?
I wish
I knew what there is to gain by being human
When the clouds have vanished
I wish to know, and sure am I
I'd still wish to be human,
.............even pay the price.
I’ve seen it myself sometimes.
Shooting pool with a Marine I liked, a buddy.
He’s drunk. Always had a booze problem
and women had disappointed him,
no more than any other man.
Anyway, the only gal in the unit, honest, hard working,
blonde comes into the room. We all
wanted her
I’d shown her my poems, which she’d taken a pass on.
Joe starts teasing her about her tiny ****,
touching them with his cue.
She’s scared. So am I.
Joe’s stronger, faster than me, by a lot, and when he’s drunk
he knows no friend.
How long can I stay silent, I calculate.
What does he have to do before I speak. Speech, none.
If I don’t put him down with the first crack of my cue, I’m done.
Lucky for me she gets away
unharmed, goes back to her room.
I think Joe assumed me and the other guys, by our nervous smiles,
would enjoy a rape tonight.
Men are such chickens,
I can’t speak for women.
You basically hold your breath
your whole life.
Live in a zoo
and screw.
And if it comes to that, you’ll kill
on orders, from who?
Another swinging dick
who fears his death.
You’ve got to make every day a good day to die.
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