Light reaching
Sadness is the seed of happiness. Feed it with the attention it needs and nurture it with a tender heart. Break its hard shell and it can be transformed from a small buried spec into a light reaching life.
I Was Only 19
I was 19 and in the prime of my young life I was lookin4 you one day to be my wife You were a Sth Efrican spunkybum And sure i was liked by your mum We worked together then moved in together We thought that we were in love I was only 19 I
Australia: Race Relations
* The main deity in Aboriginal mythology ** 21st Prime Minister of Australia (1972 - 1975) *** A symbolic gesture giving the Aboriginal people "back" their land and the start of the modern "land rights" movement **** I wish to acknowledge, and pay my respects, to the traditional custodians, of this land, the Aboriginals. I also pay my respects, to Aboriginal Elders, past, present, and emerging.
C.S, Poetry
much love......elo
RESIDENCE IN MY HEART
This poem was written to my friend
Don't mention it...........
Hmm kinda speaks for its self.........
TEN COMMANDMENTS 2016
I enjoyed writing this poem. It just came to me in a flash one might say. I was thinking
"Empty Mirrors"
Years have been passing me by After a painful silence and undesirable hindsights Who has taken you so far from me? Surely you keep your excuses... Longing to meet you even if i am still lost No compass, nor North Floating in the dark Frosty
healin
The process
My Intuition
I do overstand why this is now how it is, I only wish you overstood. This feeling I feel makes my heart hurt, my dreams are so real it's almost like I'm there, the hope in my heart from the pain, clouds my brain. My visions are getting strange, My in
Now I Know
I loved you then I love you now.. Time will reveal, what lies ahead but always remember what I have said. Meeting you has changed my life .. You left me alone, I didn't cry But I waited for you on cold nights.. but you never came..
Dark moments in my Daughters life.
To start with the first truth,this Poem was very hard to do,I cry and write,cry and write again and again,the feelings of the memories came out from the shadow. Her Mother did not want children at all,what I could not understand,because I wonted so many of them and I was believing,that as a Mother she is sure going to Love her children,but I was badly wrong. We was over all to far from each other in to many things and then I left the family for my two Sons Mother. My Love for my Daughter was very deep and her Mother was very jealous about it and told to my Daughter that she was the reason to our divorce. She told my Mother,that she is going to do everything she can to destroy my life. Before that she met with my new Love and they made a deal,that if I take care of her needs,then she give my Daughter to us. When I heard it ,I could not accept that other people make a deal about how to use me and I did refuse. I have think about it many time later and that I should had accept to be used,then I could had safe my Daughter from the horrible things that was done to her. Later my Daughter was taken with Ambulance two times unconscious to the Hospital,but nobody still checked what was the real reason.....I never knew what had happen,but if I had heard about it,I had for sure not believed in any accident. My Daughter got finally courage enough to brake her self out from the jail she had live in from 4 years old on the Fathers day,when she was 15,she came to me and refused to go back to the Mother. From 4 years old,she had to wash her own cloth,make food,take care of all her own things and also wash the floor of whole the apartment on knees in an old way,she kept her as an made or in fact more as like a Slave. About 20 years ago,she got a stroke in the Brain where she had got the damage when the Mother kick her around the room. The Doctor was thinking she hardly going to survive,but I think she is of hardwood as I am and she survived. She still has to take Aspirin every day to keep the blood thin and a shadow is of course hanging over her. After she moved to live with me,she still had hardship with her self,she was not sure who she was,because the Mother had destroyed almost all her own will. She start to drink in secret and when I realized it,she was already alcoholic.
Little Poet
The little poet writes nicely of his nice wife, his nice kids, his nice university, the nice dead mice he found on his nice snowy road, and his nice guilt for sleeping with his nice student. but some are tornadoes of words, whirling, s
Salt in the Snow
Im Chilly Willy the penguin. I shake until I’m blue. My head is hot and my feet are cold. Ha…Hee…Hachoo! Now what about the crocodiles along the river Nile? I’ll bet they’re always warm as toast. They always seem to smile. I’m always Chilly Willy. I’m frozen through and through. My nose is red and my tale is told. Ha…Hee…Hachoo!
WHAT COULD MAKE YOU REGRET YOUR RELATIONSHIP
I've seen Pastors, seeing their fruits, whose divine calling were doubted by people. In same way have I seen couples that boldly said God showed them their spouses but whose marriages ended in divorce. Then I ask, "Could it really be true, that God actually called them or actually chose spouses for them?" Since you know it was true that Jesus asked Peter to come on the water, yet he almost sank, then the answer to those is "Yes, It could be true!" That God has shown you a line of business, given you a talent, a spouse or has called you into ministry is not enough to 'ground' their respective successes. Sometimes we relay a portion of the scripture and asked "Could it really be true, that God meant this for me? It is indeed true. Just that for every sweet rice there is an attached price. Choice, Price and Core Values are three wise men one would have to follow and take heed to, if one decides to hit success in the end. And you see: you can't get anything worthwhile done without them. Negligence, carelessness, pride, unforgiving spirit, indecision, laziness, indiscipline, living a "goalless" life, will only lead you to the palace of REGRET! Moreover, when you read that this is the day that the Lord has made, and yet you launch out and end up being sorrowful in the evening, what would you think is missing? It is the phrase: "I will rejoice and be glad in it!" And this is born out of choice. It is indeed true that He's created us as heads to dominate, and to be above only. So choose to live in the realisation of it. Else you'll be beneath only! Finally, decide to choose joy unspeakable today: my million dollar piece of advice! Smile still does it :) :) :)
Bittersweet Memory
I kept this yellow ribbon to tie It around the old oak tree I wondered if it would make you Actually think of me I leant across the trunk today Knowing that my feelings had flown away All that was left was the memory Of our love that which
I Forgot You Now
Its happened in true life..
Forgiveness
They did not forgive me I touched the red soil and the wind scattered it all over the sky hat They did not forgive me I saw a different sunset with a black panter jumping on a bungalo roof ready to catch its evening prey They did not for
IN SACRED SILENCE
I wrote this poem, following a period of quiet inner reflection!September 2004.
choice
sometimes i need help...
Forgiveness
A friend needed one that had to do with forgiveness, so this is what i came up with.
Life is hard
Life is hard and life is short first your born and take a breath the next your children mourn your death your time keeps ticking on and on and it dont stop untill your gone so take your time and make it great do not dwell on your mistakes be
LIFE
unexpected happenings in life, leads to think twice.
Forgivness
The naked night In claps of thunder, spills her rain. The foghorn lips takes the thorn. and in the morning sounds the horn. The leaves, in pools of dew, slips down upon the pew, now my heart feels no more rue.
ANGEL AMONG US..
Faith for true,
I saw myself
Jump so I did
WORDS
Words like our thoughts, carry a strong energy ! I wrote this poem, as a reminder to myself-to always remember... just how powerful words truly are. In particular, those that we speak, to our selves !
Perforated Resistance
Courtesy of a suggestion/challenge
"I walked Alone"
We've all been there.
Smoke and Mirrors...
Smoke and mirrors elation then tears.. why does it always have to be this way. One minute it's I love yous. And the next it's I can't do this anymore.. The saddest part is just when I think that we are where we are meant to be.. You go a
Levity or Foolishness
In an email I chose silly juvenile words and thoughts offending someone even though I know better.
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I've grown tired of the vicious cycles ... of the do's and dont's the wrong's and right's I've lost the will to fight to stand against bliss with ignorance by myside to stand upon my own pride with nothing inside moving forward to crawl to wal
Let Her
I won't have to stay here much longer Holding my head between to and from Waiting in a letter washed with pen and ink changes So how do i feel, if i feel at all? How do i sleep when i can't seem to be warm? I fell away from all of this Like wal
Its a shame
Its a shame that you are over there.. Its just to far away for a love to last that long .. Yes something closer would be nice for the heart to feel .. If only it were true ,real ,and now its a shame .. If only you had lied a bout where you lived
DISTANT
I have struggled to express my thoughts and feelings of a part of my life unfulfilled..Of the dangerous days of youth and ignorance...Of how the careless exuberance of youth can bring about the unfathomable consequences and agonies in innocent life... Though this work tells me its finished, I still feel there is a whole world of unexpressed feeling I need to include. So it may be amended at some point.... I dedicate this to Tim....
Time heals all
Inspired by a comment to the last poem that i posted.
To Forgive
Forgiveness Inspired by jazzy
When a good word is said
good words bad words
APOLOGY
Dedicated to Teresa Mario Rockenstire my friend in New York, with whom i once shared something strong until an intruder came along. I wish she could offer a second chance.
"Trust & The Heart
Everyone has their opinion of betrayal and how it affects the measure of trust in their hearts. The words above defines mine.
Guilt and Perfection
nobody is perfect, not even the perfect ones.
heaven?
a touch of heaven an innocence in us all a line that we cross a fatal blow to my heart an unintentional kiss on my soul please forgive but never forget can i brethe again are is it to late?