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Mixed FeelingsI don't know why I miss you so;
Why the feelings are so intense.
Nor why it feels like continental distances
When you're really, just over the fence.
It feels like you've left me behind
Halfway around the world
With a troubled heart
And a mind - lost, in turbulent swirls.
I fear never understanding your pain -
Or worse; that you would think the same
And cast me aside like a wilted flower
Forgotten, on old window pane.
I cannot profess to know your feelings,
Nor whether your heart still has room for me -
Regardless, every second spent apart from you
Is another second wrung in deep agony.
It seems as if we've swapped places;
You, no longer mourner, distressed,
and I, no longer the comforter - now prisoner -
By anxieties, compressed.
Corporate MeteorologyMore erratic than El Niño;
More temperate than typhoons;
More destructive than volcanoes;
More drenching than monsoons;
More catastrophic than floods
And forest fires — combined;
More frightening than earthquakes
Along tectonic fault lines.
Arrows like tsunamis;
A serial destroyer
Of esteem and morale;
An insatiable appetite—
No reason, no warning—
Until its anger reaches full height.
And then the storm vanishes
As quickly as it came;
Leaving in its wake, nothing,
But the dead and the maimed.
When all we have left is your smile...
To Jon, who's left us; may you be at rest in His arms.
Our first thought of you
Is that unforgettable smile
Your words of encouragement
And life without guile.
Your commitment to change lives
Your passion to sing
Your generosity to others
Your devotion to Him
The days we had to know you
Were little and few
Regretfully, I only knew you best
Standing in funeral pew
You taught us not to take life for granted;
How it could be cut short -
And to treasure all those around us
- Just as we ought.
You taught us to take
Every opportunity we had to meet
To truly pour into each other’s lives;
And share the bitter and the sweet.
Many hearts have been broken
And many tears shed -
You were such an inspiration
In the life that you shared.
So as we lay
Your body to rest
We remember the smile
Of one who loved best.
These words of departureThese words of departure--
Half unwilling words of goodbye--
Also wish you the best of what’s out there
And success in all you try.
Your bold demeanor, laughter
And courage to persevere
Have inspired and won me over
In this last year.
You see, I’ll miss you
-- and sorely! -- my dear
Because you were my sunshine
When things felt deary here.
May you keep on doing good
Wherever you go.
And I hope, once in a while,
You’ll remember these days of old.
Behind Those Eyes (Poem)Dark brown, or grey?
Too murky to tell
In artificial habitats
Devoid of ocean swell
Listless and grieved
Their eyes told it all
Though they said not a word
From behind that glass wall
Gone were the open spaces
Where calves used to play
From spirited enclaves
Were they spirited away
Cramped in stagnant water
Without active stimuli
Wasting away for the entertainment
Of gawkers passing by
Of their silent suffering
Enervated and languorous
In endless circles, swimming
Blue Ballet: Dance of the Sea Fairies (Poem)Spotlights trained
Of deep blue sage
A dainty dip
A graceful twirl
Amidst deep water’s
The sea fairies’ dance
An audience entranced
Time slows down
An Eternity's lone shard
The JourneyI travelled down hot asphalt roads
Amused by sights I did not see:
Fragrant flowers and chirping birds
Cheerful laughter chiming with glee.
In many contraptions were people trapped;
In varying cages were they kept:
Enclosed, imprisoned, jailed - un-free;
Helmed in by thoughts, worries, and anxiety;
Anguished by life's uncertainty;
Prisoners of mind, of purse, of geography;
Confined behind locks without a key.
And yet escape could still be found;
From fetters and chains was I unbound -
Raised up and lifted from death's mound
By Hope and Love of great renown.
Enriched by blessings I did not deserve
With an abundance of love without reserve;
A drop of heaven on this parched Earth;
An immaculate gift of infinite worth:
Love, Joy, and Peace,
Kindness, and Faith,
Patience and Goodness,
Long-suffering, and Grace,
With bright countenance
And cheerful face
Came my hero - my savior -
The one true Lord
Whom all with renewed hearts adored.
Kisses planted in a generous clusterKisses planted in a generous cluster
With all the sweetness love could muster
Decked in Hope's brilliant gem-like luster
Cheeks blushing a ruby fluster
Oh my love, my spell-caster!
If only time could pass a little faster
To the day our beloved pastor
Will declare us mistress and master;
The day we stand before the altar
To pledge a love that will not falter
Making vows that'll never alter
Come flaming hell, or raging high water.
So here I am, upon my bed
With but a pillow for my head
To travel through dream's cascade -
A 'goodnight' I must, to you, bade.
Let it out - let it goThere are times one needs to vent;
But please, in those moments, don't invent.
Do it well, and say what's meant;
Ensure that every bullet's spent.
Then leave it there - don't revise
(Sayeth the council of the wise)
Don't let it spread like a rash of hives
Avoiding that saves many lives.
Let it out - let it go
Don't take it back & keep it till you grow old.
Words as swordsWords,
they are the swords
no one does see.
They appear so harmless,
yet they can become
the writer's greatest strength.
With symbols as easy as letters,
writers are capable
to breathe life into these
white, dead sheets of paper.
that once were in their imagination
become so real,
And once the reader was free
writers can climb to their minds
like their words are soldiers
holding close their readers.
they are the swords
of the mind.
Jesus Was a GingerJesus was a ginger and he lived in Galway Bay
he had some magick freckles and a love of Guinness Stout
Ma lived in the Village Knock
where she knit him woollen sweaters
everything was fine and dandy
until one day the Bankers came
when they told a sterling lie
that bled dear Ireland dry
so Jesus went to the hardware shop
where he meant to buy a whip
but when he did he left in shame
for he couldn’t foot the cost of tine
I hear he moved to Boston
Another Quick Poem.People often ask me if I’m mad or insane,
If I think this just some sort of crazy game,
A trial and Error fit for a king,
Acting like this is just a crazy fling,
Treating it like our love is worth nothing,
But let me tell you this,
For it be true,
Our love is real,
And it is only between me,And you.
A World That Lost it's GreenOceans crawl back to regain their turf.
We all predicted a land devoured by the surf.
And all the islands that are drowning all scream.
In a world that lost its green.
All life dragged off. Out by the waves.
The omega for the profit we crave.
A science that one chooses to believe.
Is one that houses dangers to which we stay naive.
When we face mortality down on our knees.
When humanity's sun falls into the sea.
It will be far too late to grieve.
In a blanket of algae.
We are given technology for the future's page.
Yet insist on choice fuel from the industrial age.
Choking in a cloud of certain death.
One by one we use up our last clean breaths.
Is M.A.D. what gives it it's worth?
A fitting grave for all of the earth.
Is it possible to live life fully free?
In a world that lost it's green.
Unnamed wolfUnnamed wolf
There is a dark
in the forest.
mercy. No sanctuary.
The Human Shark (Observant)Seattle's eyes
are still fractures
Rioting to be saved.
The Human Shark
devours the ferry-boat
Bards on hook at the bay
playing their yellow
belly hawk strings
to 12 men
Blood on the RootsBlood on the Roots
Innocent man for the guilty jury
Judged for the sake of decree
Innocence died and Hell broke free
He isn’t blind but you can’t see
Dead, the man who breathed life
Prune the tree with the sacred knife
Sin taken as the executioner’s wife
This one died for the sake of strife
Rotting failure of all mankind
Seek your end and ye shall find
Twisted tale and twisted noose
These and other obscene truths
How we could cast out, crucify, and kill one of our own
We deserve to drown, weighed down by sin’s stone
Rhoda: Until I Am EqualA servant girl
should be seen, not heard,
speak when spoken to,
do her chores,
obey the Madam,
stay out of the way,
A servant girl
means little in society,
has no say,
no future of her own;
her words weigh nothing,
her opinion goes ignored -
what does a servant girl know?
But then I met You
and You changed my world;
You showed me I had worth,
that I was loved by You.
You showed me that a servant girl
can be a child of God,
can have a voice,
can have an opinion,
be part of a family
where all are the same.
But even though
I am free in Your eyes,
in their eyes
I am still a slave.
Though they belong to you
just as much as I,
though my Mistress is my Sister,
though they say all is new,
so much is still the same.
I bring a message -
they do not hear.
What does a servant girl know?
A servant girl
should be seen, not heard,
I am free,
I am free in Your eyes,
though man would make me a slave.
give me patience
until they have learnt
we all are eq
What of me?From a seed I did grow
But what fruits have I to show?
Hanging off me are but withered leaves
And dying flowers hanging like empty sheaths.
Where are my thorns that had protected me?
Or my gardeners that had promised to tend me?
My bark is falling
My branches bent
My trunk is hollow
My canopy rent.
What does it matter, what they had said
When at the end of the day, their words are dead?
The pleasant words they spoke, the vows they made
Now exist nowhere but in my head.
They helped some flowers, pulled out a few weeds
But did they really do 'good deeds'?
The garden has perished
Only death remains
Nothing but decay
Is found along the lanes.
Who can save us now?
Can we be saved? And how?
From who can Hope be drawn?
Can we cease being forlorn?
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