Man is a complex creature.
He has many facets and sides.
He can seem easy going, complacent,
Next minute he wants your hide.
Sometimes he's filled with charity;
With good will and love for all things.
Sometimes he's grumpy and scornful,
Or struts like he's some little king.
He's industrious, helpful, well meaning,
Also lazy, lack luster, unkind.
When he's at his best he's a blessing.
A worse enemy would be hard to find.
He destroys all that surrounds him,
Then moves on to greener fields.
He's a parasite sucking the good from life,
Leaving a sore that won't heal.
In an effort to feather his own little nest,
And better his life, acquire fame,
He'll step on and crush whoever he must,
In his unending quest for gain.
Considering the fickleness of Man,
His greed, his lust, his brain fog,
I have decided when seeking a friend,
I'd be better off with a dog.
Tesekkürler
Have you ever pondered your value?
Asking sincerely about your worth
Placing importance on a thank you
Playfully with words referring to your birth
You may ask simply what is the meaning?
Based on what is being written here
It's a poetic celebration of well-meaning
Referring to you because you're dear
The earth was blessed on that given day
Having been gifted someone truly special
Daily joy even on days that may seem gray
Always with your presence totally on the level
You make things truly better and whenever
Even on the days that you don't think so
Life becomes a smile with just a "whatever"
I just wanted you to understand and know
Forever thankful for you, even if your eyes begin to roll
They stream in, seeking liberty
hoping for some sympathy
America once extended a welcome
Today the outstretched hand is seldom
Leaders neglected to check the newcomers
for police records, to view their true colors
We let in too many criminals, too much crime
with neither good reason nor rhyme
A perfect storm ensued
migrant murder and corruption
dominates the news
giving well-meaning Americans the blues
A tragedy could have been averted
had not government shirked its sworn duty
But now there are mass deportations
narrowly backed by a jilted population
Line of inquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap” - Unseeking Seeker
You see it everywhere today -
people disagreeing; it seems to be the rage.
Many folks simply won’t give in.
Their ego becomes for them a cage.
Inside this cage and during the pause
of such contrariness, there are no winners
when stubbornness, pride, and hate
turn well-meaning folks into sinners.
Seek understanding of your neighbor
even if the schism between you is wide.
Let go of ego; embrace love
by letting its pure light be your guide.
Gaza Sonnet
A doctor`s house with two daughters came under artillery fire
while he who worked at the hospital in Gaza
Trying to save life after yet another Israeli attack, lost both
His children, the military late apologized.
After the funeral, the good doctor did not seek help for his
Immense suffering , but carried on working while
grief unburdened was eating him up.
One day he went to the beach the sea was calm and blue
He undressed and began swimming he had to get away
A strong swimmer he swam long before an Israeli gunboat
blew him out of the water, red turned to pink and then
ack to calming azure as the warped thinking of the occupiers
said go he should have sought psychological help
For sorrow so deep that no well-meaning words suffice
There are those who take what they want.
Pez dispensers of pain and suffering
,, gleaning, never planting
Rapists of fresh air and confidence.
Staining the souls of everything.
Tumors in the marrow of society.
They are small glimpses into hell
professional complainers and oppressors
With bachelor's degrees in deflection and deceit.
PHD'S in the blame game.
Others only take what they need.
Giving the rest away to those in need,
Calm waters, splintering calibers of decay.
They are small windows into heaven.
Bachelor's degree in responsibility and reason.
PhDs in fathomless faith.
The well-meaning try to fix evil with bleeding hearts...
Evil thinks they're soft tools-plays them for fools.
To be used for evil endeavors.
If evil isn't acting out, it is plotting its next twisted step.
Fashioning chalk pentagrams, dreaming in hues of death.
Evil can never be fixed.
Evil must be minced into oblivion.
The trend is to coddle and pacify-
Until it festers from an irritating blemish to
incurable disease and endless menace.
Forget about it
Don’t think about it
It’s not important
Put it out of your mind
Things I have been told
Advice for the lovelorn
The bereaved
The broken hearted
The lonely
Your love has gone away forever
They have left you behind
They have stopped you in your tracks
Well meaning friends
Want you to forget them
Get on with your life
But the hole in your heart
Is too big to fill
With sympathies
2015 and years thereafter
The year of two thousand and fifteen,
has not been a good year for world peace.
Brotherhood of Man. I despair of our
lack of empathy with children killed by
Well-meaning
Bombs dropped by nations
Those who look for peace through violence.
I recall from history books a king named
Croesus, everything he touched turned into
gold, and he died amidst plenty.
State-sponsored violence spawns terror and
And newer versions of ISIS will not go away,
And we cannot understand that there will be
no peace before the whole world is a ruin if
We do not come to our senses and stop feeding
terror`s voracious appetite.
Smiling and laughing,
But the joy is lacking.
I’m going through the motion,
But devoid of emotion.
Where do I go from here,
Since you are no longer near?
How do I find meaning again,
When I feel so much pain?
I barely feel alive,
And I’m looking for the drive
To master this world called life.
Do you have any advice?
Whisper in my ear,
Or, please do appear.
I want to see your human form
As I brave the biggest storm.
So many wasted moments;
All that’s left are well-meaning condolences.
How can the world keep on turning
When its brightest light is no longer burning?
The sky may be blue,
But gray is all I see without you.
As the sun rose the darkness wept
As it set it crept back into that darkness
An old wolf wondered
“what really happened?”
“had he been raised
…by humans!!”
He could not return to the den
For he was a “self-cast” outcast
Uncomfortable with “wolf” ways
Oh, he howled
But not at the moon
He howled at the wind
For it had no past
Existed only here….now
Growled at the hawk’s shadow
Envious of its flight
He had been “rescued”
By the “well meaning”
“Tamed” by a wire fence
Fed by a non-feral hand
Escape – not a dream
But a necessity
He must be
What he is
Who he is
What he had become
A lone wolf
Who wondered
One moment after
you get,
that your self-image of yourself,
is just a concept of a concept -
that you are in reality,
a scripture yet to be written -
only then
do you become a holy person.
Beware,
let no one eat your promises
as truth,
for they only want their beliefs
to stay pure,
and if you humor them
with other well-meaning myths,
you may well have to take holy orders,
and hide behind a whole lot more
damming words.
Eden
Say half-spoken truths,
Utter well-meaning lies
Why does it matter?
You will believe it
That I’m not Eden
Bid reluctant farewells
Whisper unwilling goodbyes
What’s the difference?
You’d take me in a heartbeat
Even if I’m not Eden
But Adam, it's no disguise
Not a big surprise
I’m not your paradise
I’m no heathen,
But with me,
it's more Gethsemane
You’ll never be in Eden
Remembering to forget
Forgetting to Remember
Is it in that order?
But you're still not in Eden
A love so tender
That started from May 'till December
Trapped from now until forever
Would I really surrender?
Even if I’m not Eden
Feelings of despise
Despising a feeling,
Is it just the beginning?
How can time mend,
Will it ever end?
Your delusion,
that I will never be your Eden.
Inspired by characters in a show and many people I've known. Live your life for you. We can't suppress our dreams and aspirations for others, no matter how well-meaning the intentions.
Live your life for you
By Michelle Morris
08/07/2023
Have you done it?
Lived your life for someone else?
Or for a whole family?
Friends or teammates or mentors?
Whatever we commit to
It's great to give our best
But we need to be mindful of ourselves
And if we're suppressing our own quests
Don't forget about your dreams
Don't forget what's in your heart
No one can give back the time you lose
If you put things on autopilot
Live your life for you
Because you only have one life to live
And if you realise your dreams too late
You could be way too far off course
Take time to find what you're looking for
Take time to know your inner soul
Because when you look back at it
Your life's purpose needs to be your goal
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Maybe there’s no leaving and going,
no returning, no entrance nor exit.
People live on the stories they tell each other,
living by a faith that may eventually
metastasize as a growth in the mind,
a cancer that attacks any original thought.
Maybe all the beliefs that ever were,
were whispered into our ears
by well-meaning celestial prison guards
until that time when we can cure ourselves
of the thousand and one children’s stories
taught to us by other children.
Then maybe there will be a real entrance
a real exit,
a real going and leaving. No more returning
to this all too small prison for big Ideas.
Daddy died at 58 and left a widow of 35 with 11 minor kids.
Daddy's people offered to take some of us and raise us themselves.
Mom appreciated their loving offer but declined in spite of her task.
There were 7 girls and 4 boys between the ages of 9 months and 16.
Mom did okay, with all finishing high school, and two went to college.
Accepting such a gesture would have surely changed us for life. Only
Heaven knows what our bonding and connections would have been.
I have often thought about mom's decision, and I am proud of her.
Sometimes it takes years to remember these kinds of things; and
unfortunately, mom passed away before I was able to thank her.
In spite of well-meaning relatives who sincerely desired to help,
mother knew what was best for us. I will always believe that I
and my 10 siblings are 'the better' for it that Mama said "No".
81922PSCtest, A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE.
Brian Strand.
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