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Gianna Hogen Poem
LIFE IS A FLICKER IN THE WINDOW
“Life is like a flame’s flicker in the window, the window of time. One moment the spark is there, and the next it’s gone."
When you look at a flame, what do you see?
I see a flame. Not just any flame, a bright flame looking for more room to explore and to expand its life knowledge upon.
I see a flame of self-confidence, and the will to believe in what you believe to be right. What is right isn’t always popular, but what’s popular isn’t necessarily right either.
I see a flame of a true-hearted soul. A soul who not only lights up your world when your lost in the dark, and need a hand; but a soul who will hold your hand all the way to the end of the tunnel, and straight on til morning.
I see a flame of born seeker. Someone who is seeking to know all there is in the world, but doesn’t have enough time to do so. Someone who is always on the lookout for something new to expand upon and never stops looking til all possibilities have been breached.
Finally, I see a flame of life. The flame of life that gives birth to everyone, and everything; yet hold the ability to not only create, but to destroy as well. The flame that in one flick of the flames light, can bring people together, or break people apart. A flame that can help people understand, or make people discriminate for they don’t understand.
As some wise person once said, ‘Man is not built for defeat. A man can be crushed and destroyed, but never defeated. Defeat is not a time to think about what you do not have, but a time to think of ways to do something with what you do have.’
There are many different ways to look at a flame, and many different beliefs about it. But the flame is an ancient being, to which holds more knowledge than can ever be perceived by a mere mortal.
Reach out to grab it by force, and it will burn you. Reach out to touch it with a gentle hand, and it will be absorbed into your very soul, and only ignite when is needed to provide the confidence to be yourself, and not let anyone tell you otherwise.
It is all about how you choose to approach opportunity when it is burning in front of your eyes, waiting to find a new anchor to this world, that will let it burn for eternity and beyond.”
- Gianna Hogen
Copyright © Gianna Hogen | Year Posted 2015
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Gianna Hogen Poem
A sonnet devoted to my dog Taz
I remember how he loved his big bones
I remember how he was always wild
I remember his heart was made of stone
I remember him acting like a child
I remember he was such a delight
I remember he would light up the room
He would always light up the room at sight
I wish he didn’t have to go so soon
He will always be deep down in my heart
I hope he is finally relived of pain
We were best friends ‘til life did us apart
At first I thought that it was I to blame
There is nobody else to that will compare
He is now somewhere, where love is not rare
Copyright © Gianna Hogen | Year Posted 2013
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Gianna Hogen Poem
Ballad
I woke up one morning
Just fine at first
Then the pain came to me
With a sudden burst
So I took some meds, and went to my room
I sat down a wrote, with a story to tell
About how I felt, and what it's like
That's the day my life turned to hell
I put up a fight, as big as can be
I gave my body, soul, and even heart
But alas, nothing worked
And I just fell apart
It took what felt like forever
Not in my wildest headaches, could it ever compare
only sleep, barly helped
with pounding in my head, and throbing in my ear
of all the pain it caused
with my hands to my face
tears that flow, and sounds X50
wishing i was in a different place
so i left for the doctor
all the way to the hospital
got IV, didnt help much, if that
by now i was very brittle
the most evil of them all
the worst is yet to arrive
weeks of continuous pain
by now i have to strive
Copyright © Gianna Hogen | Year Posted 2013
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