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Best Poems Written by Melinda Hudson

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We Only Get One Chance

We only get once chance

This doesn’t come with a manual

Every moment, as fast as a glance

The life we create is gradual

 

This doesn’t come with a manual

We make our choices, true

The life we create is gradual

Our faults, we can’t undo

 

We make our choices, true

We learn from our awareness

Our faults, we can’t undo

We grow from life’s unfairness

 

We learn from our awareness

And stay true to the lessons learned

We grow from life’s unfairness

And are thankful for the wrinkles earned

 

Stay true to the lessons learned

And don’t forget the road

Be thankful for the wrinkles earned

And thank the path you’ve mowed

 

Don’t forget the road

Every moment, as fast as a glance

Thank the path you’ve mowed

We only get once chance

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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.

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For the People

Are you allowing them to turn you into sheeple?

We do not live in a country that is “For the people”

There seems to be no real desire to change the status quo

The government plays the media like a puppet show

 

The big businesses decide what the news will be

The “reporters” just “report” what they are told, you see

It seems so obvious if you open your eyes

Do your own research; be a skeptic, the media lies.

 

It seems so obvious, that they transgress

We are all pawns in their game of chess

They try to dumb us down with mindless reality shows

To keep us quiet while the misrepresentation grows

 

How can we sit idly by?

While they continue to lie

I pray for truth

Who will you choose at the voting booth?

 

I challenge you to step up and let your voice be known

The joke is on us in our “battleground America” combat zone

Don’t allow them to turn you into sheeple

Become a country that is once again “For the People”

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Soul Searching

I seek lyrical justice from my conscious thought

My fate seems undefined

Tired of what is not

I keep searching for peace of mind



My decisions have come at a cost for me 

I feel the need to vent

Not all the worse things in life are free

Like the freedom from my own judgment



What I have done is not who I am

The bones in my closet could fill a casket

Even if I have enjoyed the sham

I am going to hell in a basket



I wish to hold experience in high regard,

But life’s lessons have left me taunted

My road has left me scarred

My dreams remain haunted

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Meditation For Kids

Sit up straight,

Sit up tall!

Criss Cross Applesauce,

And relax above all.


Put your hands on your knees,

Palms UP please!

Touch your thumb to your pointer,

Like you are squeezing green peas.


Close your eyes,

And repeat after me,

“AAAUUUMMM”

And let your worries go free!


Deep breath in,

Then slowly let it all out,

Repeat “AAAUUUMMM”

Quiet, don’t shout.


Deep breath in,

Then let it out again,

Feel calm and cozy

Like a bear in their den.


Release all your tension

Sit up tall

Deep breath in, Relax

Feel your weight fall


Put your hand on your tummy

Feel it poke out

Deep breath in

Feel at ease, No doubt


Slow down your mind

Count “1, 2, 3”

Deep breath in, Relax

Feel free


Practice makes perfect

To help manage stress

Deep breath in, Don’t forget to exhale

And you will progress


When you are done, you will feel great!

Calm and ready in no time,

Practice makes perfect

Just you wait!

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Life Cycles of the Teeth

Gums

Then teething

Then chewing on toys



Gums

Then hurting

Then crying and making noise



Baby teeth fall out

And make room

For big teeth to sprout



Don’t forget to keep them clean

Brush and floss

In hopes they will look pristine



After years of abuse and candy

Nothing will make them feel better, 

Except for a shot of Brandy



Then comes the root canal and crown

Cavities and fillings

You have let your teeth down



The pain grows with every bite

Big teeth fall out

You endure the pain with all your might



You will lose them, when the time comes

And at the end of the cycle

You are back to the gums

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Ego Or Truth

All I have is one external voice
But I have many internal voices
Not the kind of voices that make me crazy
Although the natural struggle is a bit insane

So many thoughts to express with my words
So many words to express with my voice
Expression is subjective
But my voice is absolute

There is a struggle between ego and truth
Ego is judgment, jealousy, envy, rage and hate
Truth is only love.

The rollercoaster cycle is inevitable
I choose to move through it with grace
And take lessons from it

It’s the natural cycle of things
Up, down, round, and round loop the loop
Then come back down

Then strait and still, 
back to love, back to truth
My voice is absolute

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Writer's Block

Writers block” repeats in my throbbing mind

My thoughts are mangled and intertwined


From my pain that is suppressed

Stems creativity waiting to be expressed


I feel the need to be resilient

My desire to be heard is brilliant


There are many thoughts I wish to declare

My inner reflection is ready to share


What will become of this is unclear

But I feel brave, I have no fear


I have many words I wish to convey

I tickle the page with my word play


In this place, I feel complete

It is here that I find my heart beat


Pen in hand, I find my escape

Pen in hand, the words start to take shape

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America the Brave

Freedom isn’t free
It comes at a great cost
The cost is blood
And all the life lost

We say we are for peace
And claim it’s what we seek
But we cause harm and wars
So to not appear weak

We are an arrogant breed
Full of ego and pride
We feel the need to win
And be in control worldwide

Our desire to be the world police
Has come at a great cost
Freedom isn’t free
I mourn all we have lost

Our desire for pure love
No longer rings true
We need a shift in thought
This hate, we must undo

How do you awaken mankind
From such a deep sleep
It’s time we get back to love
It’s time to wake the sheep

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We Are the Same

We are all born

There is no real divide

And once we are dead,

It’s the same that we have died

 

We all breathe air

And live on the same Earth

We all experience cycles

And rejoice in our emotional rebirth

 

We all learn to notice difference

Instead of what is the same

We are raised to feel unique

And our ego is to blame

 

We attach to the ego

Our scars are earned

When we separate from the ego

This is a smart lesson learned

 

We forget that we are all human

And racial divide earns keep

We forget that we are the same

And for this, I weep