I’ve travelled the world
I’ve landed in space
Still everywhere I see your face
I’ve admired the birds, flowers and oceans
Drifted in the rush of flowing streams
Still I find you waiting in my dreams
You have followed me wherever I have been
You shared in all that I have done, all I have seen
You’ve seen the paradoxes in me and I in you
Yet still…I love you
What shall we be
if not each other’s keeper
when night becomes the grim-reaper
What shall we do
if we can’t salt the earth
and our flint can’t fire give birth
What shall we say
of he who had vision but could not see
she who had time but was never free
What shall we offer
to a child who cries for his mother
when his hunger fuels hate for another
What will we find
when we peer to depths of our soul
will it be a mound or a big gaping hole
What shall I tell you
my dear friend – that your heart is on the mend
if we take hands and give shoulders to lend
Seize this moment to choose a side
will you stand up or seek a place to hide?
This poem contains a hidden poem to give you a total of at least three poems
You’ve given me the best years
of your life and I’ve given you mine too,
the best gifts ever any woman could
want or man deserve, it’s been blessed!
As I gaze down life’s road; most of it has
been smooth. You’ve given me the
best time of my life. There was no one
quite like you, to do it quite like you.
We’ve had problems like most people
do, but no cracks that could not be tarred.
You spoke to me with your heart and soul,
filled the need in me, made me feel whole.
Our music played in perfect harmony
you knew the words before I sang them.
Let’s toast to many years ahead and
pray to choose the right fork in the road.
Long– I’ll remember, as you will too,
the best time of my life with you!
Night and day
it is you
that I think about
You’ve consumed me
from the start
Addictive–
I can’t seem to get enough
of being with you…
All this time
I’ve been caught in a stupor.
How could I forget
Memories we made together?
So many reminders
All this time,
Wherever I go
Still reflected in my heart.
You should know
Since you placed them there,
All this time
Carefully tended with your love.
When you call my name
It all comes flooding back.
I thought I was over you
All this time.
Go placidly amidst the posting,
commenting and liking of other blogs.
As far as possible– be on good terms
with all your blogger friends.
Speak your truth to yourself–
telling them only what they want to hear,
even those who annoy you by
reblogging what they haven’t read
to steal your hits and your likes.
Avoid busybody bloggers
who stalk you from their toilets–
never reading a thing you wrote.
They are shallow irritations to your art.
If you compare yourself to how
many followers they each have
or how fast their likes tally upwards,
you may as well close down your blog
since you will become morbid
and feel cheated for the work you put in.
Enjoy each comment and view
since it means someone has read you.
Keep interested in what made you blog
initially,however often or simply you blog.
It is a real achievement just to have posted.
Exercise caution in what you share–
your mother-in-law may be a follower too.
Yet don’t be afraid to post your thoughts
otherwise you might as well write in your dairy.
Especially, be yourself, don’t pretend to be Prince.
Show your face behind the mask if that will help.
Do not press “like” when you do not understand
what the writer is trying to say.
Remember that they may catch you out
in their reply to your comment.
Take kindly the advice of other bloggers
especially if they have stood the test of time.
Nurture the strength of your ego to not
believe that everyone is writing about you.
They too have many flaws of their own.
So don’t stress with dark imaginings.
It’s not always about you, just sometimes
Practice discipline – you don’t have to
blog every hour or only once a month.
You are a child of the universe, not less
than the trees and the stars they all write about.
Regardless of which country you are from
you have a right to blog if you’ve paid WP.
And whether you have 5 followers or 1000
be content that your word is out there.
With all its faults, the internet takes you
to places you’ve never been and even if
you’d rather write a letter, nothing beats
a reply in an instant from a stranger
you don’t even know.
Keep peace in the knowledge
that each of your likes counts and let that
thought make you cheerful. Be happy!
Unseasonal–
is the soft drizzle, that mists up
my window pane – enveloping
and comforting –as a mother
to her newborn child.
Unseasonal–
when roles are reversed–
wanting, to take foetal position
for yourself – to be cuddled and nursed,
still oblivious to the world of heartache.
Unseasonal–
when Autumn leaves loiter about,
wanting, retrieval of the buds of Spring,
retracing the steps of your youth,
wandering– what you would do differently.
Unseasonal–
though it may seem– rain will come
as it chooses, soft drizzle or pelting hard!
Is it in your stars, the choice or the measure–
or do you just choose to dance in the rain…
wherever and whenever it comes …
Mine is a restless one
still searching for what was
what was meant to be
and what might yet be
Perhaps I’m just a dreamer
but that’s fine with me
to believe my other half
is out there searching for me
It might just be that time
when these things start to matter
where you’ve lived and done
most of it all, yet there’s this quest
Then someone sent a reminder
that showed you what’s possible
something you had been missing
and did not realize until you met
So yes, there is contentment
in the many gifts that life brings
the bees and flowers and things
and beautiful butterflies with wings
But still someone whispers
that this is not enough
You might be disappointed –
but the feeling doesn’t quite stop
That while the dice has been cast
not everything is made out to last
Would you rather wallow in a black hole
or try finding that other piece of your soul?
The flaws of humanity–
shredded and torn
tied and knotted
then stitched together
again and again
The flaws of humanity–
stripped and folded
bundled and bartered
then dealing the currency
again and again
The flaws of humanity–
belong to each of us
blood-curdled hands
in marching or folded arms
again and again
Yet still we rise above–
some seek a higher purpose
kissing our blemishes
our bruises and flaws
again and again
Emotions stumble
drunkenly towards the edge-
uninhibited
by what others think
floundering and falling down
left in disarray
on another day
you will find sunny smiles
when happiness speaks
love does that sometimes-
rolling turbulence today
still waters the next
while concealed depths
deceive the glassy surface
with images of joy
imagined or real-
they infect everyone else
especially you
shared feelings find
comfort for loneliness
when they recognize
the yearning you have-
a desperate emptiness
needing to drain out
before it becomes
like spreading cancerous cells
gnawing at your soul
you let down your guard
and invite all of them in-
the bliss and the hurt
passion’s pendulum
parades new colors each season-
no rhyme or reason
just the wild pursuit
the primeval quest to be
who you truly are.
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