Now I really have no concerns
if you think I may be nuts
If I finally owned a business
I would call it Rough as Guts
I'm happy with my own standards
someone else's perfection it's not my go
For years a fear to experiment
when self esteem was low
Confidence on the rise since mid thirties
as an owner builder several houses I have built
There maybe a wall or two that leans a little bit
So What! The Leaning Tower of Pisa I have no self guilt
Playing musical instruments started in mid fifties
eight in all I finally learnt to play a joyous journey had begun
When I play guitar and sing I may fluff a chord or two
So What ! Audience and me together are having lots of fun
Just recently began some illustrations for my poems
as an extra to provide some humorous cheer
I'm certainly no Picasso, Van Gogh or Toulouse Lautrec
So What !My drawings make some people laugh and I've not cut off an ear
We all have so much untapped talent
because of fear we often never try
Me. I'll keep on seeking mind expansion
until the day I finally die
What if the world is full of love
Accepting of God's message arising from above
What if the world is full of laughter
Knowing there exists a glorified hereafter
What if the world is full of truth
Fills the minds of all the youth
What if the world declared no more nasty wars
Much healing to amend all divisive people flaws
What if the world now all together as community
With each other develop affectionate perpetuity
What if the world lives in harmony with nature
Ascendance of the soul enhanced a joyous stature
What if the world is full of happy smiling faces, brows no longer furrowed, worried
A gentle pace of movement in a world no longer hurried
What if the world is full of kindness supporting when we fall
A world that's full of freedom allowing each proudly to walk tall
What if the world fulfils untapped loving potential
What if all the what ifs morphed becomes existential
WHAT IF.........
Speak a present spell
I am healthy; at peace
My situation aligns
The cosmos answers
I am in abundance
My cup overflows
Cuhioned by crises
The cosmos answers
I am a pure maestro
Poetry writ often
Spells with words
The cosmos answers
I am a critical thinker
Morphing lived reality
Into options untapped
The cosmos answers
I am a Coach to many
Searching for direction
In dental careers and life
The cosmos answers
From tragedies emerge
untapped reservoirs of faith
astonishing their bearers and the world
Why God, O Why, does it take
death and destruction ~
~ for Your nature to unfurl
I'm lost in there
battered between form and function
existing in the guesswork
institutionalised by containment
figured out on the block
measured by what takes up space
every layer perfectly in place
to provide freedom to conform
I merge and merge again
despite being part of no plan
unstoppable in my inexplicable existence
tip out my untapped potential
lay me on the table
busy yourself with dissection
broken up into components
I can do no more
cannot be put back together
an empty head
with no view of itself
an offered up cadaver
any day of the week
Hands reaching up towards the heavens
Knees buckling from emotional strain
Pain painted pause pregnant passionate
Eyes closed tight as if prayers unite vision
Third eye open connecting spiritual healing
To mind body soul and divine energy green
Casting our cares upon something greater
Stepping into untapped power
Conquering the haters
Realness of illness of our humanity
Bleeds from mind as thoughts of insanity
All a test to grow you from a tender seed
To the tree of life your spirit is meant to be
Come and see
Perhaps death is more like an awakening
A liftoff of the mind to heights unavailable physically
Could it really be a birth into a higher form and
A higher consciousness with sensations
And vibrations of new heightened awareness
Would it be a death of cellular function to only birth new higher abilities and perhaps even networks
Could death be the beginning of something
Far greater than our present reality even has
Vocabulary for…and it’s mysteries open up a vast new dimension of possibilities untapped in our present form of being
Death may not be at all as it seems to some as an end or a discontinued existence. It may be a doorway or another birth canal towards a calling and purpose in our existence.
"For every soul that finds her shores,
their breath is surely stolen" - quote by poet
I am smaller than my siblings
My brothers and sisters casting their grand shadows
I’m often more ice than water
Surrounded by land that makes me warmer
I am the peoples friend despite
The bleak conditions here from which most shy away
I’m hostile to a casual life
You have to be committed to my cause
My frozen future uncertain
Will climate change bring others to my shores?
They share my spoils, the drill of oils
Their greed, it chokes the life from deep within my womb
My bed is claimed by many hands
They squabble over treasures like pirates
Not all of me has been exposed
My secrets untapped but closets may be raided
Help me, save me from this future
Where I may be boiled, dry and arid drought
I urge you think again my friends
Change your global ways or I face the end of days
Back in my younger days
I wanted to make an impact,
with my skills and tact,
to impress with knowledge and facts,
hoping I could attract
young minds and bring out their untapped
potential.
I thought "I want to be of service",
but when I saw the response, I got nervous,
often confronting interference
ignorance and indifference.
My idealism slowly faded,
replaced by something more jaded.
My desire to impress
often led to stress
to the point where, I guess,
life became a bit of a mess!
As I got older,
I realized that it was I who had to change
and stop trying to rearrange
my world and all within it.
I wanted to stop feeling deflated
and to enjoy life a little less complicated.
It took quite a while to achieve perspective,
but a benefit of aging is the chance
to be reflective and introspective.
In spite of what a few have said
I know that I am filled with good
and can rise above any falsehood.
My life is still a work in progress,
and my goal of self-improvement
is a very enriching process.
Let me try, spoon-feed me nor ever teach,
My big mouth said, help me reach to my bridge
Like olden-day gurus who would not preach,
Help me smooth out if you find a rough ridge
That allowed little light of truth to reach,
Stop utter darkness from declaring siege.
Just guide, help me old blockages to breach,
Let if some light enters from jutted ledge,
Just see, no doubts come from unforeseen edge.
I love exploring depths far from the beach
And acquire untapped ocean of knowledge,
Which, since childhood has been my quenchless itch….
Heck, wishing just a helping hand to stretch,
How I got grabbed, a self-goal, easy catch!
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Sonnet | 05.08.2017 | humour
Note: I just wanted to give her a helping hand in her household chores, hoping to prove that I was not like others. But for my big mouth! As they say in Hindi: aa bail mujhe maar, a fool is always caught in his own words, this tongue-in-cheek sonnet shows.
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When we were one it was fun, when we became divided he was gone
By Author
My little dear of where what happened to the air
We were once a lovely pair with untapped rhyme and flair
Then your eyes and nose flare with the fuse lighting our despair
The last I saw you stair, up up and away to where
I did lose my heart to be fair, but do cherish the time we share
With our bridges no longer there, I can't hold back the last tear
Her broken rules
Couldn't feel the same
Tastes of choices
I gave no way
Broke back when it ended
She learned over him
I defended
Another's warm weather
Her level, hurt
Nothing to train it
A societies blemish
Miss prepared
No loves an affair
Gradually
Losing
Being worthed
Inventions
Untapped muscles
Repressed records
One day
Forgotten
Another's stain
Unbothered
I believe this space must be appreciated
Blank, white, plain to see
Why are we so quick to cover up
That which is boundlessly free
Look at this space between the frame
Question, wonder, and consider
Here is a blank field, free for the taking
With potential untapped, as it were
But perhaps something sad should be noted
This canvas gets only one experience
Endless possibilities, limited to one
Only one potential can be in existence
But if we refuse and never color in the white
Then the canvas can continue to dream
But never live any true reality
Purity is a dilemma it does seem
Do we remove its potential and give it a path
Or do we keep the possibilities open and allow it to imagine
How do we choose such a powerful choice
Both options seem like a terrible sin
So make your choice (I steadfastly refuse)
This space is like a child who does need grow
So consider your own past and wonder which is worth it
Because perhaps to choose we should be a little more slow
I see Mr Trumps orders on the miltary..Who stood undaunted.
Throughout cov-idocy..! A little advice at this point in time.' I will
Offer i hope you don't mind..? It appears these people have
Inbuilt intuition.? Also grit determination and genuine vision.? Maybe they have not done (west-point?) That I do
Not know.' Yet their untapped qualitys; should be rightly
Directed.' Just my thoughts.?? Here I go.' each of these
Hero's are gold so to say.' would promote them up eash a rank
And in that way..Great milatary enrichment, will be achieved.' And upon
A scale of economy..That may well be hard to beleive?
It’s easy to do nothing
And accept things as they stand
Or you risk some disappointment
If there’s something you have planned.
For, though change is often healthy,
There’s a chance that you’ll regret it
And so, prior to commitment,
Many simply say, “Forget it!”
If, like me, you can’t move forward,
Reach inside and, with some luck,
You may find some untapped power,
Just enough to get unstuck.
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