I’ve been forgiven by God’s grace
I’ve been unforgotten in His race
I am the FORGIVEN and only one
Who has won this depression wars and I welcome the sun
I welcome the sun
This depression wars within me
Is a battle of countless blessings and cursings
It has given me a reason to be
Forgiven of the wrongs I’ve done in my upbringings
What I’ve gone through as I spread my butterfly wings
I welcome the sun
With open wings
I am a children’s swing
I am the sun’s halo ring
God’s mercy takes me home
Home is where I truly roam
I’ve been forgiven by God’s grace
I’ve been unforgotten in His race
I am holding on to His FORGIVENESS forevermore
I am all alone, but honestly – You’re the one that I adore to the core
I am all alone and sad somehow…
But, I must confess…
You are unforgotten and You’re my backbone
Of righteousness…
I do belong with happiness now!!!
You are your actions, your thoughts, your ideas, your beliefs, your understandings, and your misunderstandings.
It is okay to own yourself, it is even more okay to be open to changes and new ideas, and new beliefs as things happen to you. The you whom you know today is probably not the same you of ten years ago.
We all have core beliefs of our own making, gleaned through our own life experiences, our own upbringings, our own journey, our own hurts, and glories and loves and feelings.
God does not give us equal lives. He gives us our own life so we can learn the lessons we were sent by heaven to learn. We help the world when we share and live our own perspectives, our own expertise, and our own truths.
Live wisely my friends. There is only one you, and the angels were asked to create you and send you to Earth for a reason.
Rubina
You are the red frilly gal
Latin from the past with red stained recollections
You have your seekers
All ladies of the night do
Christians by day
Stalkers by night
You talk the talk
So as not to have to lie down
With silence
You laugh because
Nothing matters
Fools buy you drinks
By the city fountain you strut
Destroyed by upbringings of lust
What you lack in culture
You make up for with Diego’s structure
Of illusions falling in polluted streams
Maria laughs
Maria dances
She is free from Rubina's glances
Pseudo Criminal
Spic and span
Washing laundry like dirty guacamole cash
In Miami sand..... buried hidden Latin trash
Hurray for the tango so grand
Pseudo criminals holding poetic book
When everyone knows they are the crooks
The underbelly of wrong upbringings
Margaritas tasting as sour as the opera lady singing
Her pimp smiles with undisguised guile
For after dusk he will do as he must
Pseudo criminals lurking with pseudo lusts
Full of their pseudo charms that are sure to disgust
Criminals and cowards share the same dance
Brave with words and at first danger seeping pants
They have convictions in their crimes
Some have even two
Beware the criminals lurking around you
Brought to you by Sesame Street Poetry
Today’s poem was sponsored by the word “Pseudo” and the number “2”
Cohabitating with your floral penance,
I slow grind
With
Memories
All metaphorical bets,
Off
Jumping head first
Another solemn wish
Unto you
To caress my smile
Another didactic breath
For your silky, titanium retinas
To share this potent sway
Against time
I, grip
Rusty handle bars to ride
Upon your caramel sunsets
Sweetened with diabetic urges,
Feening
Feening
Inject me towards unbridled upbringings,
Chrysanthemum sentences
Etched upon your neck
Of Egyptian cotton awakenings
…
I do not want to be your tomorrow,
Because that could never be promised
Yet, all we have is today.
Because all we have is today.
All we have is today…
©Drake J. Eszes
I watched three birds of mine take flight
One right after the other
Each following a different path
Although their upbringings were much the same
They tested their wings in flight
While living in the nest with me
Sometimes imitating
Sometimes contrarian
But always looking for some form of approval ~
I hope I did not disappoint them too much
Although, free they fly
To heights and troughs they themselves maneuver
I continually try to provide wind underneath their wings
When needed
And when willing to accept
Sometimes having difficulty recognizing either
Proudly I watch them fly
Watch directions change on a whim
Watch them remake the same mistakes as I
Watch them achieve greater heights than I could ever achieve
Now they make nests of their own
And the cycle starts anew
I hope their skies are as bright for them
And the flight of their offspring just as thrilling
The vernacular language that I use
Slips into my writing also and can confuse
Those from other countries and regions
Sometimes my language is macabre
For I slaughter the English language
From the teachings of my upbringings;
And also from the family and associations
My language patterns have taken form.
I wish that the zephyr of higher learning
Could sweep across and saturate me
With a instant knowledge of a broader
Vocabulary and grammar so that writing
Would become an elogent and easy
Part of my life gracing me with flowery
Words that would bless each heart
That read my work consuming each morsel