My Own North Star
A quiet hum, a gentle breeze,
No urgent calls, no need to please.
The world outside can spin and sway,
I find my peace in my own way.
No echoing steps upon the floor,
No voice to seek beyond my door.
Just silent thoughts, a mind at ease,
Unburdened by dependencies.
The path I walk, it's mine alone,
No guiding hand, no steady stone
Required to mark the way ahead,
My own true north, my spirit led.
For in this space, profoundly deep,
My truest self I truly keep.
A strength discovered, pure and keen,
The person I was meant to be,
Unseen
By crowds, unjudged by hurried gaze,
Content within my solitary days.
No void to fill, no empty chair,
Just self-completion, rich and rare.
A vibrant life, completely whole,
The sovereign master of my soul.
She Rather Be Lost At Sea
This happy poem sits in a bottle
Right about now its floating out at sea
It dances, basks and sings in glee
So glad and unjudged without worries
Someday it'll wash ashore in angst
Once opened, short lived will be its glee
12/9/22
BiteSize Poem no56 Poetry Contest
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Stones...
Some are whole.
Some are broken.
Some are cut.
Some are rough.
Some are coloured.
Some are shaped.
Some are smooth.
Some are jaggered.
Some have patterns.
Some can skim.
But all will sink...
Stones...
When I see them,
I see beauty.
I see uniqueness
And character.
The human heart
Has, at times, been
Termed to be a stone.
More often than not
Expressed in a
Negative tone.
But some stones will
Put smiles on faces.
Stones are possessed
By all races.
When I see them
I see durability.
I see how
I could be
Like them.
For stones are not
Defined by their appearance
By their source.
They remain unjudged
If used as weapons
For a force.
Stones are what
They are.
Admired by you
And me.
And we value them
By what we see...
Stones.
I struggle to find a world of peace kindness understanding
in a world of conflict hatred distrust.
My found world exists for me and me alone.
But I willingly, nay, happily,
give up the outer world for one
where I can be myself,
unjudged by those who know no peace,
only conflict and discontent.
Collection: Attaining Peace
Written: April 2019
Fore-spoken Greed,
A Tangle Weed,
Thus, Thy, Therfore
Knowing,
Thy Deamon in the Night,
& If What Then
Therefore Thy Secreted
Thou Judgement,
Decree's What Thy Doom
Will Be, . . .
Become Therefore Unjudged, &
Will Surpassed Thy Deamon;
The Hell Exhumes Through Thee
& a Thought Entangled;
Given & Taken From Thee,
A Pleasure . . . Greed, . . . What A Pleasure . .
here where there is nobody
this is the best peace sometimes
i am free of all physicality right now
i can finally think freely
this vibe is not about finding myself
this vibe has nothing to do with running away
this vibe has more to do with a break rare taken
here where there is nobody
there where there is somebody
that is the best medicine when needed
i am free when i just relax and release
i can finally be myself and feel totally unjudged
in this vibe, a backrub is included
in this vibe, a surprise dinner is totally unexpected
in this vibe, a warm, sincere smile is welcomed with paramount pleasure
the combination is both
this is the most priceless
we are both free to be free in the here and the now
we can finally feel the feeling of being highly favored and truly blessed
we live the vibe of our merged dreams
we breathe the vibe of our merged dreams
we embrace the vibe of our merged dreams
it brings us closer as a direct result....One Love Under God....
It is therapy for me
to make the pen dance melodies
across an otherwise bleek
piece of paper.
To create words that don't exist
because I WANT TO is simply bliss or
to write about that crush that I want to kiss
in the third person as if it is a wish
of a young girl around 16-ish
can only be done in poetic form.
I can curse out my best friend or
ask God to let me into Heaven or
bunji jump off of clouds at night and
wake up flying a kite around the sunshine,
because I am the author of the masterpiece and
to me it is the best pain killer for reality.
It is MY therapy!
I can honor those who I loved so much
or degrade them to an anesthetic touch
just because
they pissed me OFF!
I can lay down and write haikus all day
about the rain personified or
the clarity of the water in the bay.
I can use words that those around me do not understand or
think with my pen in my mouth and
his heart in my hand or
vice versa or
write about sitting all day
while I stand.
I create a magical landscape
with a concrete jungle back drop or
sing a capella songs in hip hop.
It is my THERAPY!
And I can re-create my life
by myself
unjudged,
unrevised,
and fully certified.
Thank GOD for it.
I had a feeling of just being in the moment
Taking the time soak in the flavours of the time
Loving the feeling of being
Sweetly enjoying the passive moment
Squinting at the sunlight as i look up
Smiling intensely...letting my teeth shine
My laughter being the music of the journey....haha
Carefree...unjudged....floating on air...
I sit in my seat and stare outside
watching the street signs pass me by....
I've reached my stop....
destination...work