MY GOD
is everything to me.
HE is my provider,
therefore
I don't comprehend
want.
HE is my strength,
therefore
I don't comprehend
weakness.
HE is my guidance,
therefore
I don't comprehend
misdirection.
MY GOD
is everything to me.
HE is my balance,
therefore
I don't comprehend
unsteadiness.
HE is my courage,
therefore
I don't comprehend
fear.
HE is my healer,
therefore
I don't comprehend
pain.
HE is my serenity,
therefore
I don't comprehend
stress.
HE is my spiritual light,
therefore
I don't comprehend
darkness.
MY GOD
is everything to me.
HE is my steady companion,
therefore
I don't comprehend
loneliness.
HE is my daily bread,
therefore
I don't comprehend
hunger.
HE is my dynamic force,
therefore
I don't comprehend
defeat.
HE is my voice,
therefore
I don't comprehend
being speechless.
MY GOD
is everything to me.
Unsteadiness is brief? Fading in the interim. People represent
Society, humankind, and mankind oftentimes change like the
weather, unpredictable and forms sporadic decisions that
fluctuate from time to time. Unsteadiness
Failures we all face, familiar and unfamiliar faces, things to cast
out uneasinesses, fears, and stress and embrace redirection, adjustments, and shifts. Unsteadiness
Human beings are somewhat superficial, some are good, bad, and neutral
often contemplate over usage of how come"
Unsteadiness
What is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is infinite, Life isn't about
abundance of possessions, Happiness is to be found within
uncertainty and unsteadiness persist,
the earth swallows her in a step,
her eyes closes the world before her,
her mind empties in meditation.
she breathes, she focuses, she lets go.
her pulse relaxes into a slumber,
she finally grasps hold of it;
the feeling of stability.
her mind regroups, her body stretches,
in mindfulness and consciousness,
she found herself in the chaos,
she breathes out in relief.
her eyes open and adjust to the light,
the earth now embraces her touch,
her mind heralds a fight for recovery,
she heals, she lives again.
My home is bleak this evening because of winter.
This outing was fun, yet I hunted faithful cover.
To deter us colds and to wear around the home.
Everybody precisely grasped the cold syndrome.
Snowflakes fall quickly from the lonesome sky.
Bettor isolated influence in the warm sway,
They carefully structure a shroud high ascending.
On top of the enormous, white-encrusted sapling,
I'm accommodated before my splendidly blaring fire.
Additionally, we're glancing slyly out the cold chore.
I long for these dreadful days to instantly cease.
Also, rediscover the initial wonders to increase.
I look longingly on our all-around enriched city.
I admire how much individuals celebrate pretty.
The adornments on the monstrous tree staggering.
Plus, I admire the sparkling star standing as leading.
Isn't it a specific time for one bettor year of progress?
I believe the world will gently ease unsteadiness.
Identically, every conflict will eventually evaporate.
Winter snowfalls and magnificent rainbows may iterate.
Written: December 10, 2021
Winter Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Is that a ghost? I think.
Catching a wisp of a traveling speck in my eye.
I turn and it is gone.
But back soon enough.
Finally see a doctor.
It’s a floater, he tells me.
You will get used to them after a bit and they will go away.
That was six years ago.
I do not see them unless I speak of them
Or write of them.
There goes one now.
I used to have dog ears; I could hear a whisper from the back of an auditorium
Now I can barely hear the person who is sitting beside me on a subway.
I am not sure if my mind is consciously drowning them out
Or if I truly am losing my hearing.
There is arthritis in both of my ankles.
I am waddling when I walk now.
Thanks to the extra weight or my unsteadiness
Not sure really.
Life is an adventure at sixty-eight.
Live every second now, young ones.
You will not want to think back and wish you had.
Toddler wanders
With unsteadiness,
Then darts and dashes
Tripping over less.
Skipping and hopping
Jumping on one foot,
Strutting, parading
All to whom will look.
Pacing to and fro
Trekking on a hike
Going far in distance
Jogging-motion-fight
Sprinting, rushing race
Running for ones life,
Sore muscles shuffles
Hobbles awkward strife.
Here I've stopped and still
Body kinda beat though
Interesting yes to
Wonder walking feet.
My use of a cane is more imperative each day
My unsteadiness is causing dangerous byplay
Lately, I have fallen
No serious misfortune
But what if I mess up my gorgeous face
Finally walking with a cane to steady myself
Self-image delayed my usage but my need has swelled
Unsteadiness is the issue
So to avoid a miscue
Health is more important than image, who gives a hell
The occurrence of darkness; a peril created
A wait to safety, disturbed by immorality
Red streaks that watched, pounced
Defences attempted in vain, to injure
A cowardly sprint, leaving a courageous spirit grounded.
Blame shifts, before a word is heard
Comment I offer little, for my conscience is worn
An act of desperation does not excuse an act of choice
Alone I left you, to cling onto another
The perpetrator hurt you; I was no different.
A kick you had landed, offering minimal reprieve
The faze settled rapidly, as a grasp became a push
An item taken, an intent accomplished
The bystander that watched, acted only to depart
Your life in danger, because of a claimed care.
Comfort could not be offered, to adrenaline
Marked palms had only increased your might
A document signed to the incompetent
Your unsteadiness, evoking atrocious smirks from protectors
My duty to you failed, to criticize others.
Clarity is found, through replayed thoughts
The scars beneath, show trauma
Decisions made poorly, a prelude
The conveyance of the message, causing my arms to tighten
Water that thickens; blood that thins.
In the bosom of chaste moonlit night
Of summer, I seek-
A loaf of breeze- unruffled and bright.
Hung are my soaked thoughts
In the drapes of your orchard,
For, a gale my sense rearing
That from distant horizon is coming.
In the falling star, I feel you
In the bustling sea your love
The floating clouds of your unsteadiness
In midnight cricket’s sob.
The long stretched river of my thoughts
In the neap tidal ocean of despair swayed
In all I see your bareness
Amid the chaste feelings you ever had
In the nudity of contemplative trance,
I feel you
In an ace photographer’s gaze.
Once I was one of
The lustrous yarn,
The yarn that echoes
As the bird flew.
I embellish the magnificence
Of the feathered friend.
Then came the tempest.
The force that tethered me
To the woolly love
Sank in its turbulent power.
I was imposed to move away.
I flew far
But recollection coddled me
With feelings.
Emotions always vaporised me
And I slid by the rhythm of air.
Me, the stable one
In the body of the beauty
Moves around without stability.
This unsteadiness crafted me
With the strong sentiments
Of the past.
I passed numerous
Lands, hills and valleys.
I forgot where am I.
I glared down.
Out of the blue,
I saw a pointing finger
Of a father
And gazing eyes
Of a son.
Both directed towards me.
They were in a deep talk
Which would be a lamp
In the prodigy’s life.
The father’s speech
Had seemed like this –
Behold the quill.
You may have various facilities
Which fervours to be
Praised, raised and rejoiced
In each nook of the world.
But let the thought-
The magnate’s weight
Is like the feather
-regorges in your life.
These words were the thread
That fastened me to the wavy air
Which helped me
To run my pulse
With the blow.
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