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Aly Bahr Poem
What to me is a friend?
Someone who doesn't pretend
They're true to my face
My faults they embrace
They'll stay with me to the end
They share my joy and pain
Through sunshine and rain
They cry when I'm sad
And laugh when I'm glad
Don't care if I'm timid or vain
So where do I find one of these?
Don't grow on bushes like peas
Right here in you
My friend ever true
We surf life's stormy seas
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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When I was young
I wondered why
I couldn't reach up
And touch the sky
I thought I only
Had to grow tall
Couldn't reach it
'cause I was too small
But then I grew up
And came to understand
The sky wasn't something
You could touch with your hand
My longing to touch
The stars diminished
And I felt my dream
Was truly finished
But now I find
Since I've grown old
My dreams have changed
No longer raw and bold
The longing wasn't wrong
It was something true
On a different plane
It's what I needed to do
Don't lose your dreams
Whatever they be
I'll tell you a secret
Between you and me
Every dream is needed
To lead to the true
Place in your life
To be truly you
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much you try to hold it back
It is still slipping past you at exactly the same rate.
No matter how much make-up you cover yourself with
No matter how many facials you have
No matter how much botox you inject into yourself
No matter how many youth promoting pills you take
No matter how many health kicks you follow
No matter how many operations you have
No matter how many vaccines you have
The minutes tick by at the same rate for us all.
And every human on earth
Will reach the moment when the clock of time will stop ticking for them.
Moral.
Enjoy life instead of wasting it.
Spend more real time with your family and friends instead of being at the gym.
Play with your kids /grandkids instead of jogging, trying to keep your figure.
Tell your memories and achievements to your kids and grandkids, who it will actually matter to, instead of sharing on Facebook or whatever social media you use.
Spend your money on creating happy moments with your loved ones instead of beauty products.
Get outside and appreciate nature more instead of killing it with chemicals.
Own that beautiful grey hair instead of killing yourself with toxic dyes.
Be proud of those stretch marks, they are proof that you've been privileged to have given birth, instead of being ashamed of an imperfect body.
Love those wrinkles, every one of them is a map of the life you've lived, instead of creating a mask of lies with make-up.
Embracing aging makes you more youthful than anything else on this planet.
Loving life brings more happiness and peace.
You feel more energetic which brings about more natural exercise throughout the day.
Your wrinkles are from smiling, which is a heart warming beauty that only age can create.
The spring in your step comes from the freedom of being wholly yourself.
Release from the burden of a judgemental world of people, forever putting others down in order to make themselves feel better, is the ultimate freedom.
Freedom is the most successful youth promoting medicine available.
And guess what.
IT'S FREE.
Be true to your true self.
You will love yourself better.
Throw yourself a practice wake.
Have a grand party with only those you want there.
None of those "I'm here to pay my respects" but never bothered to visit you people.
Only those who are important to you, who have loved you and were there for you.
You will only hear truths about yourself when they speak of you.
You're friends and family who love you, will tell about your good points and your bad points with equal gusto.
At a funeral, we by-pass anything that doesn't paint the dead with white wash.
That is not the truth of who you are.
Hear the truth of who you in the eyes of those you care about before it's too late.
Give them the chance to say what they would regret not saying when you are gone.
They will be smiling and laughing at the shared memories instead of crying.
It will be the best party of your life.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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Come over and sit here with me
In the shade of this stately tree
I've made us a pot of herbal tea
We'll relax and watch a bumble bee
Chilling out, just you and me
Stirring our lovely cup of tea
Leave our worries all at sea
For a moment set our minds free
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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Another day, another way
Another year, another tear
Another place, different space
Old book, new look
Old fears, new tears
Look back, different tack
Loose ends, old friends
Say goodbye, heavy sigh
Another pickle, life's fickle
Must fight, no light
Money spent, anger pent
New sun, nothing done
Seeds sown, food grown
Another hour, pretty flower
Birds tweet, so sweet
Cold frost, plants lost
Bent over, search clover
No luck, still stuck
Blue sky, can't fly
Soul bare, I care
Drugged nutter, dirty gutter
Back lane, insane
Hair lank, face blank
Empty mind, chose blind
Find peace, wars cease
Old world, flag furled
Modern world, Brain curled
No room, such gloom
Brain flop, full stop.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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Dear lord I'm addicted
All my morals are conflicted
The necessities been evicted
I ought to be convicted
And I should be restricted
As it was depicted
Some would say predicted
Once I became subscripted
That I'd soon be afflicted
And definitely unrestricted
It can't be contradicted
'cause to poetry I'm addicted
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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The swing stands still
The seat is broken
Like my heart
With words unspoken
When other children come to play
I feel like saying "go away"
This swing belongs to a special girl
With lovely blonde hair that tends to curl
She's the girl who's in my heart
But we've been savagely dragged apart
This swing is full of memories
Of happy laughter and melodies
While I pushed you on this swing
Many a joyful song we'd sing
These songs echo in my head
And my heart fills with dread
Are you happy or are you sad?
Is your life good or are things really bad?
I wish I could be there to hug you when you sigh
To hold you close when something makes you cry
To wipe the tears from your lovely face
To bring you back to a happier place
But the system says that's wrong
Only a mother can love that strong
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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A couple of 'roos
A joey standing forlorn by it's unmoving mother
A few wallabies
A brick of a wombat
An Echidna
A heap of budgies
A raven
Some pretty green grass parrots
Cockies and galahs
A baby magpie
A snake
Some frogs
Someone's cat
A stray dog
All broken
Squashed flat
Mangled
Bloated
Instant death or slow painful bleeding out
In agony
All those battered bodies
The sadness of it all
The need for speed
Creating this meaningless road toll
And no-one seems to care
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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The need to escape is truly vast
Usually from memories of the past
Or a hungry need to get away
From harsh happenings of today
It's not so hard to make that choice
When heart pain smothers your silent voice
Others around you sweetly dreaming
While your soul is endlessly screaming
Do you know what it's like to be me?
When your life's been so trouble free
Who are you to be my judge?
Don't give me that self-righteous nudge
I don't need your futile sympathy
Unless you mean to set me free
But you can't understand my mind
And so to me you are totally blind
You judge me as an absolute nutter
When you see me slumped in the gutter
You don't know that it's where I choose
Drugs the only way out of life sick blues
Find me an answer and I will follow
Give a ladder out of slimy hollow
But I know you don't have a way out
And my sanity you'll always doubt
I would rather sink in this noisome hole
Than face a world with spirit not whole
You think the devil has become my friend
But I chose this as a means to an end
An end to the pain you can never understand
And so I could never be a part of your band
You don't want to hear my trumpet blowing
Or the truth that I'm openly showing
You just hide in your shell
And pretend all is well
From troubled people like me
You quickly turn and flee
I give your world an ugly display
So you loathe me being here in your way
Because you can't help but see me here
That instils in you such rageful fear
If only you could understand
Instead of rejection just take my hand
And show me what I'm truly worth
Give me a reason to stay on this earth.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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I get down on the massage table
Trying to lie as straight as I'm able
My face losing it's ugly frown
As you start to rub me down
From your hands I feel so much care
And I look forward to what we'll share
Though we maybe different, like cheese and chalk
We find it easy to openly talk
We share so much of our hopes and dreams
We discuss the world, it's pathetic schemes
Honest and open about ourselves
Nothing left on dusty shelves
Of our busy minds and hurting heart
For me each time is a chance to restart
helping each other on the road to recovery
Delighting in each others discovery
Our ages are so far apart
And yet we share an equal heart
As your hands work magic on pain
Your words help healing in my brain
When you are done and I stand up
I'm so grateful as you've filled my cup
I can go and face the world again
Knowing I have a caring friend
I love how we understand each other
My sister from a different mother
Sisters on the road of life
Helping each other through every strife
I want to share what you've done for me
Thank you so much, the lovely Shiree.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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