It was the perfect romance but it wasn’t real now I have to hold myself accountable for the things I feel and weed out what wasn’t real to heal
We all crave peace in the Middle East
and an end to the war in Ukraine..
World democracies huddle to stop
the rubble and halt those aggressors who maim.
We see the innocents suffer with out any buffer
where death and destruction now reigns.
We empathize with their agony thru daily doses
of this tragedy yet the heavy blood spilling remains..
As it tears at our hearts we can do a small part to
bring peace to our planet again..
We must weed out all thoughts of anger from loss until
light in our heart remains.
Just one small thing at least, as we pray for world peace
at the dawn of each new day..
When we get our thoughts right and our heart candle's bright,
we may lighten some lives far away.
l
Try to put feelings to thoughts,
thoughts to words..
weed out angry ones, hope for forgiveness
in calling card verse.
beauty sings "won't be long"
in clear air, beauty sings
voice of the canary, what does it know
of better things.
Was I hard by you, did I lose track of time..?
or fail to find it, the beauty inside..
that sweet voice of the canary remains
lost in this mind.
In a world of self judgement
to reconnoiter by chance,
such a force were we,
in our simple made plans..
So go on now, go
you were meant to fly high..!
high above the mines,
not here down below.
Beauty sings "won't be long"
voice of the canary
in clear air, beauty sings
for what does it know
of better things.
We watch them try, to no avail
It seems somehow they always fail
Perhaps to help, we should prevail.
Our extra mile's worthwhile
A phone call may their spirits lift
Or, visit with a dinner gift
To help unhappiness to shift
Suggestions may compile
To help weed out the good from bad
Those things that make them very sad
Embracing those for which they're glad
Our extra mile ... their smile!
For me, today is a time of reflection.
I have good days and bad days.
Sometimes I feel lost with no direction.
I wonder why my life had dark highways
Why wasn't I beautiful like so and so,
Or why was I trapped in “ stupid’s.” maze.
If I'm stuck in this mind frame, I can't grow,
So I change it fast because I am unique,
Even when I'm sad and feeling very low.
You, my friend, are what you think and speak,
Find your gift and talent and excel in that,
We're unique with a certain build and physique.
Sometimes you have to fight on a boxing mat,
Not a literal one, be your own cheerleader,
You may have to give yourself a loving pat,
On your own back, stand tall like a strong cedar.
It sounds lonely; that’s not what I want to convey,
Don't let others define you, get a soul weeder.
And weed out negatively and have your say,
Hang around like-minded people, embrace love,
Let it infuse you; it's more powerful than hate.
It's a precious, precious gift from up above,
Cling to it, my friend, and wear it like a glove.
Alexis Y.
06/16/2021
Come down hard on repeat offenders
in both precinct and in communities
leave the tender buds to blossom
weed out the pretenders of peace..
but no matter the color or gender
some people will never blend
they're derelict and defective
They need to be pruned
into an earthly rest
no more revolving doors
of rose colored
courts.
We need to skim the rot
from the reservoir of our peace
shock treat..chlori-nation if you will
It'll irritate at first
but after awhile
muddied waters will start to clear
An open-ended amount of chances
for predators in communities and precincts
is a life sentence without the possibility of escape
for communities
THEN NOBODY BREATHES!
When duty calls I sometimes feel hard pressed
by all those tasks I have upon my list.
Some of these are raised by people who insist,
many more by some sense of ought obsessed
as my conscience wanders around my soul.
With tasks all done I seek to close the day
that I may go to sleep without delay
free from dreams so dire I lose control.
Within each day I seek to guard some space,
time set aside from duty to reflect
upon the day's events and whom I've met,
gathering these as prayer in God's embrace.
But first that crowd of oughts I should weed out,
setting free creative life within to sprout.
my disclaimer
to make sure
no animals
were hurt
during the
writing of these
poems also expresses
that all the events written
did in
fact
happen
and all
poems
are true
as truly
written
so when i write
and you hopefully
read that when
i mention a
particular
it is in fact
true as i'm
writing this
right now that i once
strummed her guitar
plunked her piano
and fingered her mandolin
so please
PLEASE
read with
caution
use protective
gear for ears
and eyes and
remember
safety is
first before
reading poetry
eye strain is always
a possabilaty
and if sensitive
to proper grammar
or spelling PLEASE
shy away from...
...from these...
did i weed out
the weaklings
And Like that.
I had this overwhelming urge.
I don't know what came over me.
I asked God is this the route I should take.
This habit of association.
To weed out what may seem to be selfish.
Time is of the essence.
This illusion of what is definite or what may not be.
Certainly this proclamation arrived out of nowhere.
Again I asked.
Notating my lack of patience.
I found the choir of mind without direction.
They stood and hummed.
Some in que.
Others were all over the place.
Without a podium or overreaction to the problem.
Amen, acknowledging your grace.
This aura highlighting sudden fixation.
I sought guidence.
Leaving the trail Whince I came.
I felt pain in my rib.
A spiritual curriculum decided by what's missing.
Again I asked.
More left to the imagination
A reiteration of urge.
The potency of silence.
Engaged by a look.
I understood what the choir was saying
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The perfect solution
The ultimate answer
Oh, if only I could isolate
The purest property
Maybe I’d get a handle on
My inhumanity
Weed out the bad stuff
Chaff from wheat
Make the good half
The thing complete
Oh, if only we could separate
The water from the oil
The consummate broth, the ideal brew
Before it started to boil
One drop taints the mixture –
Part and parcel of the mass
The formula is its element
One pupil is the class
I’m a mixed bag, a curate’s egg –
Take the bad with the good
It’s only in this way modern man
Can ever be understood
Cut out the bad part
Just like cancer
The seismic solution
The cosmic answer
There’s Stephen Hawking
In his old wheelchair
Who would believe all infinity
Could be rattling around in there?
SERMON ON THE MOUTH
Mary Grace Dembeck
My ear is a garden I oft must weed out,
Lest all sorts of bract and wort blossom and sprout,
Purple-hued prose cultivates moss among us,
Encouraging lobes and canals to grow fungus.
It spreads creeping roots that encircle the brain,
Squeezing out any good thoughts that remain...
So please, when you're speaking, try not to be coarse,
You'll just generate spiny thistles and gorse.
Prune out your lingo, use less fertilizer,
When seeding my ears with your muck,
Be a miser.
Vile language won't prove you're more ripe and mature
And you'll just attract maggots
With all your manure.
The successful teacher
Sees in every pupil rough bushes
Dotted with flowers of the future
He guides the pupil to weed out
The witch weeds with hoes and cutlass
to enhance flowering and fruition
The successful teacher
adds earthworms underneath
for farmyard manure for growth
But those who fail in the job
add fire to the bushes in the pupil
what a lamentation for society follows!
Tame the bushes in them
the measure of success is simple
teacher deteriorates as his pupils rise
Have you checked
the garden lately,
weeds or flowers in the greens?
Raking over anger stately,
weed out all those plans and schemes.
Pleasant deeds bring peaceful dreams.
5/13/17
When it comes to love some run hot and cold
They never give love a chance to fully unfold
Over and over again they've been a victim of rejection
So they become afraid and sparse with their affection
They tie their heart with an imaginary string
So the can reel it in before they feel loves sting
They erect a wall when they start to get close
A barrier goes up so their true feelings they don't expose
They wear this armor so their heart they can protect
Because rejection is what they ultimately expect
They're caught in a tug of war between head and heart
Should they take a risk or not even start
They push people away;make them feel ignored
When they really just want to be loved and adored
True love is what they are virtually after
To live a life full of love,joy and laughter
So subconsciously they test who is going to stay
Weed out the ones who will just walk away
They are looking for the one who will patiently wait
To give them the key to the iron clad gate
-C.A.Saputo xoxo
Every new morning brings me hope,
Someday peace and happiness will prevail.
Present is spent in shaping our future,
Our efforts for peace shall never fail.
Let us share a common dream,
Let us rise together to weed out the foe.
Unity is strength and shall always be,
The seeds of love for sure will grow.
For our future generations that come,
Let us make the world a safe place.
We have one life to live on,
Let us live with dignity and grace.
Let the endless power of the Divine,
Help us on our way.
For peace and happiness of all,
Let us all, together pray.
written in the year 2013.
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