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Oversight

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Was it just a simple oversight,

that you never considered me.

Am I just that too familiar now,

in you look but don’t really see.

Are my feelings so unimportant,

as it hurts me they don’t count.

Now I’m wondering on my worth,

it’s not adding to a great amount.

Am I just so invisible right now,

I’ve just become part of the norm.

Is it because I’m just so placid,

I’ve never created those storms.

I ask if it’s just a plain oversight,

as it’s important for me to know.

Because as I walk away from you,

I will say why I am needing to go.

Daily Prompt – Oversight

Successful

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When we say a person is successful,

taking things into account.

What they have done in life until now,

it’s usually the amount.

This is often measured in money,

like how big is their car,

What the have amassed on earth,

we look at their path so far.

But that is really just balderdash,

as it doesn’t say too much,

It doesn’t tell us what their like,

apart from their midas touch.

How many worries have they eased,

as they’ve walked on by,

did they consider others they passed,

did they at least give it a try.

Did they ever turn down that deal,

as it didn’t sit too right,

or do something the harder way,

trying with all their might.

Real success you see is to measure,

all the goodness done to date,

it may not bring too many riches,

but it’s done for kindness sake.

~

The Daily Prompt – Successful

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Marathon

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I know I’ve passed the half way mark

and I’m on the homeward stretch.

It’s not a race that I’m running here,

but I guess you could call it a test.

It’s certainly called on resilience,

I’ve often veered from the track.

It’s a long and arduous race I’m on,

but there’s no use in turning back.

I’ll admit I’ve found it quite difficult ,

to keep on pounding on and on.

You see, it’s my life I’m running here,

and it can feel like a marathon.

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Daily Prompt – Marathon

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Someday

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Someday you might understand,

but I don’t think while you’re here,

there’s far more to life than money,

it’s your loved ones who are dear.

Someday you might just realise,

it’s deeds and word mean more,

not materialism or fancy friends,

it’s a big surprise you have in store.

Someday you might saunter back,

but much too late to undo the past,

it’s the things that you are doing now,

that I’m afraid is what will last.

Someday you might regret those words,

that leapt out before you thought,

the ones that scared our tender hearts,

and sabotaged all of our talks.

Someday it might be painful,

when you look back on the life you led,

you’ll want to make it up to us,

but I fear not until you are dead.

~

Daily Prompt – Someday

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Should I?

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Should I cling to sanity, when that’s not how I feel.

Should I just plod along, when all around’s unreal.

Should I really just let go, if I just uncurl my hand.

Should I take a wonder, walk through another land.

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Tell me to hold tightly, that it will all be over soon.

Tell me you’ll be with me, move and give you room.

Tell me to keep on clinging, maintain my grip so tight.

Tell me at the end of this, that my life will be alright.

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I think I can cling on a bit, if you stay there by my side.

I think that I’ll believe you, I know how hard you try.

I think I might just make it, as I have got you along.

I think I’ll reach the other side, I hope it won’t be long.

~

Daily Prompt – Cling

 

Cling

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I cling to things I do not need,

I cannot let them go.

If I am left without you see,

I won’t know where to go.

I believe they hold me up,

well at least I think they do.

I’m guessing that’s quite stupid

and very far from true.

These are my collections,

an array of different things,

material objects, my strange ideas,

and my lucky rings.

I feel they make me who I am,

they identify with me,

if I was left without them,

would it really set me free. 

I know that these can hold me down,

tie me to a base,

without the bits that make me,

I’d find life hard to face.

I know that I can’t take them far

and only to the door,

because after I walk through it,

I won’t need them anymore. 

~

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Daily Prompt – Cling

 

 

Body Language

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So you don’t want me around,

the signs being oh so clear.

With the crossing of your arms,

I know you don’t want me near.

Your message doesn’t say to me,

what your bodies telling me.

The language that you’re using,

doesn’t match with what I see.

Repeated tapping of your foot,

tells me that I shouldn’t stay.

You’ve passively aggressively,

told me I should go away.

~

Daily Prompt – Crossing

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Crossing Over

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I’m standing on the crossing,

staring out into the night.

Silence wrapped around me,

with not a soul in sight.

I’m waiting for the passage,

the ride to some place else.

I’m not taking any luggage,

and I’m going by myself.

But then I hear you’re calling,

wailing out my name.

I know for you my darling,

life won’t be the same.

I want to run and hold you,

to do what mothers will.

I can’t leave now I’m here,

everything stands still.

I said I would be leaving,

knew the time would come.

Please remember all our years,

the times so full of fun.

I’m so proud I am your mother,

that we had this time.

I wouldn’t say it often,

but I’d use the word sublime.

Now I’m crossing over,

you won’t come for years.

I know my passing will be painful, 

With many, many tears.

But please just wait a moment,

while I say goodbye.

I know I ask an awful lot of you,

but please my darling try.

As while I stand here waiting,

for the train to come.

I’m holding on to moments,

that I am still your mum.

Daily Prompt – Crossing

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Dreaming Lately?

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It started in meditation, I saw a candle, a large red candle, and looked into the melted wax. I fell in and flew out of the wax as a giant bird and travelled the universe faster than any bird could fly.

I was energy, I was the universe, I was everything I could see. Colours were vibrant yet it was before dawn, purples, reds, oranges mixed together as if paint had been smudged on a canvas, the colours were not paint though, they were out of this world.

I lost contact with my physical self, I knew my feet were not on the ground any longer. I was part of everything that is, I was all of us and yet none of us.

Later that night when I went to bed I found it hard to sleep, I was wide awake and full of energy. I wondered if it was because I’d meditated for so long, resting my body and therefore disturbing my sleep. I did sleep eventually and had the weirdest of dreams, I dreamt about a huge bright green insect that lived in an open cage by my bed. I think it had got out, of an open cage I know, but it decided to take a walk. It was biting me,well irritating me, trying to wake me up although I was awake in my dream. I wasn’t too keen on the insect, kept my distance, but at the same time saved it when it was close to being squashed.

I woke up to a deep and primitive animal noise behind me, same as last week, you might of read my wolf poem, but this time I knew without looking it was a big cat, a wild cat. I didn’t look because I knew it wasn’t there. At the same time as this, as I opened my eyes I saw a purple light, about five or six foot, I knew it was a being. It disappeared as I focused but I did see it again later. I really think I was awake, I know there are those that might argue.

I had some words in my head, I wrote them as a life lesson earlier today as to me this is what they felt like. I sat up in the middle of the night and wrote them down.

I went back to sleep and dreamt of death and beginnings, a lot of feminine imagery too. There was more but it does not feel right writing it down, confusing family stuff.

So many people are telling me about weird dreams, it’s as if there is an opening, teachings through dreams maybe. I’m excited and writing them down. I’m telling my friends to also, I want to see if there is anything that runs through all of our dreams. Please do let me know if any of you are having the same mad dreams.

I have to write them down, for one thing it’s what writers do and another, I think I will remember if I don’t write them, but then try and recollect them and they are gone.

Daily Prompt – Gone

Happiness Jar

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I’ve made a happiness jar, it’s full of happiness, wishes and aspirations.  I usually make New Years resolutions. Last year I did okay with them but I often find at the end of the year I rarely remember what my intentions were.  This year I’ve written down my hopes and dreams  and put them into a jar with little crystals, glitter, lucky heather and other bits and bobs.  I’m going to put it up on a shelf where I can see it, so that I remember and maybe add to it.

Some of my friends and family have also added to my jar.  I have some beautifully simple and deeply profound messages.  We don’t always know what is best for us, so the wishes of others, given in love adds that little something else, a little sparkle I think.

It is a little like recreating yourself, filling yourself up with goodness, I’m enjoying thinking about all the things inside.  I can look through the glass, into the interior of the jar and remember how positive I was when I created it, remember the love of those that added to it.

It will be good to go through these messages at the end of the year, remember how I was feeling and think about the things I have achieved.

Daily Prompt – Interior

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