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Andreas Simic Poem
Life is indeed an incredible journey
when I was young I grew up in a different place
that place was the cause of many wars
When we left there, I was a mere child and
it was to allow us children the opportunity
for a better life and a chance for normalcy
Yet learning a new language, being ostracized
feeling the pain of being different and carrying
the stigma of being a foreigner was a heavy burden
And were all part of the process of assimilation
of fitting in, of being like everyone else
oft a painful journey both physically and mentally
Years of being different, melding to become the same
and so over time you blend in, the differences becoming
less stark, day by day, year by year
Then as if by magic you are one of them
you graduate high school and college and get a job
you have children, own a home and a standing in the community
You realize that there comes a time to forgive
forgive your parents for taking you from your old home
where you knew who you were and looked like everyone else
Forgive the other kids that bullied you and made you feel unwanted
for they were kids being kids and didn’t know any other way
to accept someone from someplace else
Forgive yourself for feeling the way you did towards them
for in the end we all learn, learn to adapt, learn about acceptance
and learn to forgive.
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I spoke to God the other day
Wanting to hear what he had to say
My ask
What is my task
Why am I here at all
Every winter, spring, summer and fall
The reply is always the same
Make a difference in a life regardless of their name
But how can I do this
When my life has been far from bliss
Why me I express again
Erstwhile checking if I am sane
For I am but one from many a billion
Some who have many a million
What makes me different from the rest
Uniquely qualified for this quest
A drop in the bucket is how I feel
Far from someone who can make this real
The answer is always a surprise
One I forget and have oft to re-surmise
No deed no matter how small
Counts equal to them all
It may make someone’s moment
Or cause them to lament
That they too have been heaven sent
To be the treasure they were meant
Each rain drop adds to the lake
This we should never forsake
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She is the Flower Amongst the Flowers
Like her fellow kind she is graceful as her petals reach for the morning sunlight
Soft and gentle in the cool morning breeze she sways
In that moment there is calmness that belies her truth
For she sheds the morning dew drops like the tears of someone you hold dear
Her long slender neck carries the heavy load which grows with time and maturity
If she had lips one would need to be cautious for she is laced with thorns
Thorns that can stab you whether wittingly or unwittingly and make you bleed
The cuts sharp and piercing and not something to be taken lightly
They will leave you in pain like a heart that has been torn
Her beginning is like most from a small acorn of a seed she begins to sprout
Only a glimpse of what she will ultimately become shows in those early days
But one day her long stem like the legs of a shapely woman will be firm and supple
Time will pass and she will outgrow many of her family
She will be more popular and hold a special place
When selected for meaning in people’s lives
Like the moods of a woman her colors are varied
And carry with them the potential for an array of emotions
The deepness of meaning representing the well of life
Sometimes half full and sometimes half empty but always refreshing
Each color part of a spectrum and the bounty of feelings it can bring
The folds of her blossom are complicated and intricate yet delicate
From a distance she stands out to your eye, her beauty catching your breath
Her shapeliness recognizable on sight like a familiar friend, relative or lover
She is the flower among flowers
She is the rose
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Now and Then in 2017©
There was a time when I was younger
That there was this constant hunger
Time has passed and the years have flown by
Sometimes joy and laughter, sometimes a good cry
Vows kept under the stars we met
A grandson that keeps me young without regret
Where once I had a great left hook
I now rely on Facebook
I could compete at a track meet
What I do now is Tweet from my seat
In lieu of at the rink with my team
I’m Linked In to the latest dream
Before, at the diamond with a bat
After, I share the world with Snap Chat
Amazon was a great river in Brazil
Now an eCommerce site with a bill
Past, hanging out at the mall looking for chicks
Present, replaced by watching Netflix pics
It used to be four on the floor
Instead my best friend is an I Phone more
Many hours once spent polishing chrome
Replaced by Google Chrome in your home
Parallel parking used to be a real pain
My car parks by itself again and again
At the pumps no more
The car is electric and less a chore
I find myself often saying
Is there an “app” for that, and then playing
In conclusion I have no dilution of days gone by
The days of yore are long gone and I’m on standby
To give it all a try
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The Balancing Act
It is as though I am constantly in a balancing act
I envy those that seemingly do not go through
This process of weighing things in my mind
Those like poker players that can go “all in”
Shove their chips into the middle of the table
As if there wasn’t even a fore thought involved
No, my mind has to go through “the process”
Is this a good decision or bad
What will be the consequences
Why am I doing this
What are the odds of something bad happening
How will the results affect my life
I look at the homeless who wander my streets
Judgment floods my mind
But is there jealousy at the heart of it
Is theirs a conscious choice
To have no bosses, no one to account to
Are they free from the balancing act
What of the daredevils that navigate Niagara falls
Who leap to peril, do they juggle their decision
Or is there absolute clarity of the mind
Pros and cons
Ins and outs
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Mad or glad
The balancing act
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Depression you have Become My Obsession©
Depression you have become my obsession of every waking moment
and oft while I sleep which is never too deep
You threw my marriage under thy carriage
and the carnage dost continue to this day I dare say.
Cloudy days bring you hither to my door and with them
mayhem that underscore how I dread thee all the more
You have taken me to thy brink such that I can no longer think
clear thoughts to lead the way to that better day
Taking pills is no thrill and makes my head fill with shrill
to avoid those awful thoughts that may end up to mine own kill
At my own hands no less, what a royal mess
is there anyone can who can bless me of this abscess
So I cower in the dark and harkens back to the good ole days
when then things were cheery with my deary
Those times when a hug and a squeeze be the cure
and sweet Louise that was for sure
Now, I must be patient or my physicians will makest me a patient be
and sit idly by as they apply their best effort...
To make me whole again
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Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
How I love thee
Where’s thy pine cone I want to see
That fills me with so much glee
And has me plead
Where is thy seed
That will spring forth future generations
And hence bring great tribulations
Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree
How I love thee
For now and evermore
You bring happiness to my shore
They vibrant colors I behold
If the truth doth be told
Thy aroma in my nose
Brings me to a close
Oh Christmas tree, Oh Christmas tree
How I love thee
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It is hard to believe
That there is a part of the world
Where no funny white stuff exists at all
This thing that can create great pleasure
Or be seen as a plague or aggravation
Which some will never experience
How something so good can also be so bad
In one moment a plaything
And in another a quagmire to escape
A symbol for the chills and cold
Or that which can bring a warm glow to our hearts
Those that love to slide cherish it
While those that drive oft curse it
Yet it is made of the same thing
You can throw or fling it for fun
Build a fort or igloo too
If need be it’s a water source
And hence a precious resource
Floating from the sky above
It can create quite a scene
Leading people to dream
Especially those that have not seen
The magic and wonder
Of the season and the funny white stuff
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She is Vulcan
She is a Vulcan
Part Seductress
Part Enigma
She will lure you into her sphere
The sound of her music a trap
You’re unaware of its allure
Like a kiss that captivates your heart
Leaving you wondering is this madness
Until caught in its entanglement
You ask how did I get here
Why was I such easy prey
When will I learn
Yet again shopping around
The fractals have led you wrong
Is this self sacrifice you ponder
Led down a garden path
Betrayed by yearnings thought pure
Her crown like a shiny object reels you in
Her lipstick captivates you
Her eyes like a gravitational pull
Her horns pierce your heart
Like a cigarette burn left unattended
The wound festers like an assassin
Until it feels like a lobotomy
It is only as the poison spreads that you realize
It was all a game to bring on a revolution
Vengeance the end goal
She is an artist vying for your love
Throwing gasoline on our passion
As if struck by lightning the reverberation hits
There is a lesson to be learned
But what
And is it too late
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Word Association 101©
Today’s word is G-R-A-T-I-T-U-D-E
Select the option you like best as there is no real solution, and this isn't a real test
So take a position, if it is not an imposition after all this is nothing but fiction, not a prediction
Leave your hesitation and caution at the door for and put the pedal to the floor
So without procrastination or introduction move trepidation to elation
Take the plunge it’s not a leap, for someone here will say throw this on a heap
It may be taken with affection or rejection and probably needs correction
But onward we go for somehow I must make this flow
Tick the right box if there is such a thing or give it your best fling
If you can’t think of anything
Gratitude is...
satisfaction___
appreciation___
creation___
Gratitude isn’t...
crude___
lewd___
or attitude___
Gratitude leads to...
fascination___
imagination___
intimate relations___
Gratitude may bring...
evolution___
re-action___
hug action___
Gratitude is for...
a job well done___
a rising sun___
that special someone___
Gratitude, let’s start a revolution that leads to emotion and a promotion
Gratitude, life’s gift that keeps on giving and a premonition in addition
Gratitude, for brothers and sisters and others too, pass it along for all to share because we really do care
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