Tag: poem

Moody

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There is a version of me who is moody,

I lock her away when I can.

She’s a pain with her winging and moaning,

I’m not really a fan.

There’s a version of me that is happy,

skipping and dancing about.

The day is always much brighter,

when she is out and about.

There’s a version of me that is loving,

wears her heart of her sleeve.

I want to keep her out longer,

it’s in her who I truly believe.

These versions are quite confusing,

they are all one person you see.

I’m trying to blend them together,

to be just a reliable me.

Daily Prompt – Moody

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Sunday Questions

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Is it a far away place I’m looking for,

a place far away from here.

Will I be leaving what is real,

what I already have very near.

Who is the ‘I’ that is searching,

and who is the ‘I’ that thinks.

Am I really disconnecting,

each and every time I blink.

So where is the self enquiry,

while I’m engaged with my mind.

What’s the point in longing,

and what am I trying to find.

The search begun when I found me,

separate from anything else.

The road is long and lonesome,

a road I will walk by myself.

Our lives are all about meetings,

the things we find on the way.

And the waking up is endless,

there’s always another day.

~

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Withered

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I see a hand that’s withered, 

frail and getting old.

Clinging onto memories, 

some stories left untold.

The table that you sit on, 

an ancestor for sure.

Down into the forest, 

there’ll be many more.

Once you waved from branches, 

now crumbling away.

A topic of the artists mind, 

in his art you’ll stay.

~ Liza

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After the Rain

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After the rain the sun comes out

and everything looks brighter.

After the storm we’ll take a rest,

we don’t need to be fighters.

The sun will brighten up our day,

things a little more possible.

Now we see the bridge is in sight,

and understand it’s crossable.

The winds are not so feisty now,

In fact I’d call them calm.

Now’s the time to take a walk,

please let me hold your arm.

~

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Mystical Garden

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I enter my mystical garden,

when I have enough of life.

Life might get on top of me,

or there is too much strife.

I tread the golden pathway,

to see what it has in store.

I get messages from nature there,

I hope there’s many more.

It’s the garden of awakening,

I leave any doubts at home.

This is a time for contemplation,

I always go there alone.

I’m never alone when I enter,

as the garden comes alive.

It teaches me simplicity,

answers my where’s and why’s.

I’ll tell you how to get there,

if you feel you want to go.

It’s a garden of development,

a place where all souls grows.

~

Mystical

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Mystical (Confession) -DP

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I’m feeding the neighbours cat,

a job I really don’t mind.

But when I went to feed him,

I had hunger on my mind.

A sweet mince pie waved at me,

from far across the room.

My dinner wasn’t ready by then,

it wouldn’t be served up soon.

So I just picked it up and ate it,

the cat looked on in awe.

It was really quite delicious,

I’d better not have any more.

Now how can I explain this,

could be a disappearing pie.

Maybe it was Santa flying in,

while he was passing by.

Or another mystical creature,

one with a very sweet tooth.

I just can’t admit to eating it,

that would be so uncouth.

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A confessional response to the Daily Prompt – Mystical

Without Trust

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I won’t tell you what’s wrong with me,

as I don’t trust you to care.

You’ll give those standard answers,

the ones you have prepared.

I don’t think I’d tell you anything,

of emotions that run deep.

I know you would not manage well,

it may interrupt your sleep.

You see, I know that it’s all one sided,

and it doesn’t work both ways.

You only want to hear from me,

on the brightest of my days.

When I can give all my time to you,

and treat you like a king.

Hang on to your every word,

meet your every whim.

So we shall go on pretending,

that everything is grand.

It can’t be any other way,

you’ll never understand.

So I won’t tell you why I’m so sad,

I don’t think you want to know.

Our relationships so pointless now,

as it has nowhere else to go.

~

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Giving Thanks

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I give thanks for all I have in life,

as I wake up each day,

Things I have and what I’ve not,

I’ll find along the way.

I’m rich in friends and family,

surrounded by their love.

Love’s energy still touches,

from those who are above.

I have my health I’m wealthy,

because my body works.

I have my hair and I’m not too fat,

sure I have my quirks.

For flowers and the forests,

where I take my nature walks.

For the lessons that I’m learning,

through interesting talks.

I give thanks each day for everything,

for everything I’ve got.

I’m rich beyond my wildest dreams,

because of what I’ve got.

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Treasure – DP

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To a writer the written word,

parchment and pens.

A photographer the scenery,

trusty camera and lens.

The composer, the instruments,

music and notes.

The dancer, the musicians

and a partner that floats.

And for the painter, his paintbrush,

pallet and muse.

A mother, her children,

maybe one or two.

The gardener the fresh earth,

each individual bloom.

To the bride, the wedding ring,

then of course the groom.

Real treasure is so individual,

chosen to meet our needs.

All the things we cannot take,

when from this life we leave.

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Response to The Daily Prompt Word – Treasure

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Why Me?

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Why me,

I just can’t take any more,

surely I learnt this lesson before.

Why now,

when things are going okay,

please make this horror go away.

It hurts,

it pains, that it’s right now,

I suppose I’ll just have it anyhow.

That’s life,

it’s full of these hidden tests,

and it won’t change if I protest

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Life has a way of springing things on us, usually when we are comfortable, perhaps a little to set in our ways.  Probably that’s why, we are not moving, stagnant, life is too easy and we need a little shake up.  It’s happened to me a number of times and I am never prepared, I want to cry and scream and beg for life to just go back to how it was.  But it doesn’t and you know what, there is always a reason, always something for me to learn.  I think I may put a little sign by my bed, reminding me that today could be the day things go wrong.  That way I’ll be prepared and what’s more enjoy every moment of the good times 😉

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