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Best Poems Written by Christine Costello

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I Am Cautiously Optimistic

I Am cautiously optimistic
I Wonder what I will do for the rest of my life
I Hear violins when I dance barefoot under the moon
I See Jonathan Livingston circling rainbows in the sky
I Want to be brilliant in a big comfy chair by the fire

I Am cautiously optimistic
I Pretend I’m an expert gardener as I clumsily till the earth
I Feel the cool breeze as it rustles through the pines
I Hold the sun in my hand and shed light on the darkness of the world
I Worry that my family will not know the depth of my appreciation
I Cry out loud

I Am cautiously optimistic
I Understand my integrity is measured by my actions
I Say don’t believe everything you think
I Dream that all my dreams will manifest in time
I Try to master the simplest things before I tackle the hardest
I Hope to make a difference in MY life today
I Am cautiously optimistic

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What Do You Think of Me Now

What do you
think of me now?

I hear you say what
a brat I am and how
I made you do it
the hits, the hurts,
the names you called
me-well, I lived
through it
When you came into
my room at night I
prayed I would
disappear
 but things have
changed a lot since
then, here’s
something you should
here:

I carried my
troubles in a shirt
pocket that covered
my heart for years 
but now I share all
of my burdens to
alleviate my fears
I spent my life
feeling full of
shame but now I know
the truth
And your words that
used to sting so
quick are quite
suddenly mute 

I see with more than
eyes today and hear
with more than ears
I’ve learned that
bravery can be heard
in soft cries and
falling tears
I don’t pretend to
not need anyone
anymore, today I
know that I do 
I still struggle
with asking others
for help, my silence
I learned from you

I know I’m not those
names you called me,
I’m kind and funny
and smart
 A sweet little
girl, a beautiful
woman- with a
convalescing heart
I’m curiously
optimistic about the
life I choose to
lead
You see I’m no
longer tortured by
revenge or aching
need

I dream as if dreams
aren’t silly at all
and hope to make a
difference 
I won’t let anyone
tell me who I am
anymore, so I offer
you my forgiveness
I don’t know where
you ended up or if
you found your way
but if you hear me
read this poem I’d
like to hear you say
-what you think
of me now.

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Horses Ass

Horses Ass
I wonder if you ever think about me
Now that the years have gone by
And who did you finally turn out to be
Once your delusions of grandeur ran dry

Remember we held up in my house for days
Listening to the Dave Matthews band
You weren’t subtle in your arrogant displays
Keeping your sax always close at hand

As a musician, you thought you a maestro
As if bad jazz was a new art form
There was little about music that you didn’t know
Ready to teach but not willing to learn

As for my poetry if I jotted something down
You were quick to critique my form
With enough unsolicited advice to go around
Our relationship became a perfect storm

How can it be that I am missing you still?
Your analysis left me reeling and feeling bad
You always played all of your lovers for a fool
Living without you I ought to be glad

I wonder if you ever think about me
Now that the years have quickly passed
Another great lover who once fell for me
Or just the same old horses ass

9-4-14

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Wildflower

WILDFLOWER


                   
     WILTED, MEEK
AND TIRED AS CAN BE
                   
           AWAITING
A DROP OF RAIN
                   
     I RAISE MY
PETALS TO FACE THE
SUN
                   
       I’M LIKE THEM
WE ARE THE SAME
                   
     YOU SEE ME HERE
BUT YOU DON’T CARE
                   
         YOU NEVER
PAY ME ANY MIND
                   
       BUT I STILL
RAISE MY PETALS TO
BLOOM
                   
       THOUGH I’M
NOT YOUR CHOSEN KIND
                 
ONE DAY I’LL GET
THAT DROP OF RAIN
POURED OUT FROM THE
SKY
                 
AND I WILL STRETCH
MY PETALS OUT
REGARDLESS OF THE
LIE
          THAT
SOMEHOW I AM LESS
THAN THOSE FLOWERS
YOU TEND SO MUCH
      I WILL
FLOURISH FROM THE
SKYS' PURE LOVE
WITHOUT YOUR GENTLE
TOUCH.

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Your World

Your World

Your world is a place that is small
With bars to contain your rage
With distance between us I look upon you
As you wither confined in your cage.

Your world is a place that is dangerous
You must always be on guard to fight
The hater and critic of the daytime hour
Become the killers of your dreams at night.

Your world is a place of many battles
You must find the strength to win
If you become strong and just play along
They won’t see your suffering or sin.

Your world is a place of confusion
You must sort it out and get clear
With a lifetime amassed of regret for the past
Your head drowning amidst all your tears

Your world is a place of illusions
That everyone else has enough
But the love that you lack has been holding you back
You pretend you don’t need it, you’re tough

Your world is a place of choices
Where  you can choose to face your fear
And walk with head high with no need to lie
Not afraid to show others you care.

Your world is a place of karma
That is filled with an abundance of wealth
With nothing to prove, you walk in your own shoes
As you learn to reinvent yourself.

Your world is a place of miracles
But you must have the eyes to see
That when you let others in, your new world will begin
Through their love you will learn how to be.

Your world is a place of your making
If you trust, you will never again fall
And without any doubt, live from the inside out
And never again will your world be so small.

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River Walk

Stifling hot Sunday
Body is achingly weak
Need some wet relief

8-27-14 for Haiku Contest

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The Light Shines Through

The light shines through
 The broken places of my mind
Where people are too often unkind
Where I see things with a different view
Where my vision I’m told is askew
Where I’ve learned to not believe in everything I think
That bad habit led me down the road of drink
I don’t let anyone tell me who I am anymore
The light shines through
The broken traces of my soul
When I lost faith in God at seven years old
It took four decades for me to be carried back home
In the time since then I feel I’ve come into my own
With friends it’s not about loving them more
Rather it’s about knowing them more
The love is already there
The light shines through
The broken places of my heart
Where hurt and betrayal embered a spark
Where forgiveness means letting myself off the hook
Where I find solace in the pages of the book
Where no one really knows the heart of anyone else
It’s a life full of words, friends and dancing for myself

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Hometown

I’m looking for a hometown that’s anywhere but here
Ever reminded that the dark of night gives way to my fear
Where faces of family and friends look like strangers to me
 where people are afraid to be who they are meant to be
Hometown- just another word for a living hell
Here living alone is all I’ve ever done well
Surrounded by strangers I know are my own
Where I rest my head doesn’t feel like home
I’m looking for a hometown that’s anywhere but here
Where I’ll know the people and they’ll become dear
Where no one’s a stranger and I can finally breathe
A place where people are just as they seem
Where darkness of night gives way to peace and calm
Likened to the embraces of a lovers arm
Where I gaze upon the moonlight of a summers’ night
And I sense in my soul that my world is right
A place where intimacy and friendship are easy to find
Where living from the inside out is living of my kind
I’m looking for a hometown where people know me well
Where emotions are expressed and friends are easy to tell.
8-26-14

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The Lady I Never Knew

She was beautiful, loved by all
She listened to their hearts
And in love with her they did fall
When they were troubled from the very start
She never steered them wrong
Always knowing exactly what to say
To make things turn out right
She had her special way
When she died, the neighborhood came out
Much comforting they did need
How she had always helped them out
Some called her a martyr indeed
Who was she I thought to me
This l lady of whom they speak
I’m sure I never met her
 She never did those things for me
I never had anyone to talk with
Who would listen when I would pout
How I wish I had a mother like her
To help me sort things out
A mother who would hold me
Whenever I skinned my knee
Or when I had a broken heart
When other kids would tease on me
How I wish that I could have a mother
Like the lady that they speak
Then my turn to greet her came
When I saw her my knees grew weak
There she was my mother,
 Dressed in all in blue
Face made up and lying in a bed
The mother I never knew.

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Moving On

In your eyes I am my illness; it’s all that you can see
 I lack the courage that is needed to take root and grow me
Is it my bipolar disorder or anxiety that you fear?
That keeps you holding on so tight, you’re strangling me my dear
I’m grateful for your care while I convalesced
In your eyes you need to heal me, but I just needed rest
Feeling like half a person with you lying in your bed
I must be moving on from you, I know I’m being led
In your eyes the sickness is the only reason
You’re reminded of my brokenness and of all my demons
When I’m with you in nothingness my voice doesn’t make a sound
I secretly share myself with strangers when you’re not around
I cannot be my best with you and stand on my own feet
I must find my own meaning, I have challenges I must meet
I’m busting out; I’m breaking free of the doubts that have holds on me
I’m taking all my baggage; it’s time I set us free