I left a blank space waiting
To be filled at a future date
A space just white and calling
Like a clean and empty plate
I've now a twisted sense to share
Of motions gone awry
Of intent and fate ensnared
Leaving a coiled and knotted lie
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Showing posts with label afterlife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label afterlife. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Friday, September 20, 2013
Reflecting on later
We're all headed to the great beyond
Once we accomplish what we set out to learn
We'll seek a return to our truest home
The place where angels and spirits dwell
The place we still know and love so well
Once we accomplish what we set out to learn
We'll seek a return to our truest home
The place where angels and spirits dwell
The place we still know and love so well
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Love/Life
How can we harness the energy
That is made up of you and even me?
The vibrations that echo from age to age
Witnessing lifetimes of happiness and rage?
From the ether we have come down
To learn to live or sink and drown
Now with the thought that we are love
We can return to our homes above
That is made up of you and even me?
The vibrations that echo from age to age
Witnessing lifetimes of happiness and rage?
From the ether we have come down
To learn to live or sink and drown
Now with the thought that we are love
We can return to our homes above
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Morning voices
In the early morning hours
When all the world's asleep
That's when you hear the calling
Of all who've preceded you to the deep
That brilliant mysterious place
To which we all will go
When we've completed every lesson
And been taught all we came to know
But for now the far off voices
Are only those inside my head
Telling me to live with joy
As we'll all soon join the dead
When all the world's asleep
That's when you hear the calling
Of all who've preceded you to the deep
That brilliant mysterious place
To which we all will go
When we've completed every lesson
And been taught all we came to know
But for now the far off voices
Are only those inside my head
Telling me to live with joy
As we'll all soon join the dead
Labels:
afterlife,
contemplation,
life,
poem,
poetry,
river of life
Friday, August 23, 2013
Remembering tomorrow
If dreaming was reality
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give
This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river
From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals
Then waking up would be a dream
In many ways that's what we live
When looking around at what we give
This haze of thought in which we dwell
Is far from those golden shores above
Where each day is brighter than any summer
And the bluest sky is matched only by the river
From what people remember and mystics glimpse
We can surely understand
That we're here to learn about our souls
To accomplish our own very personal goals
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Choices before
Finding out now how cloistered we are
Living a harsher reality only from far
Thanking our blessings that we don't have to fear
Of living in dread and risking our tears
Maybe we couldn't bear to withstand
The rigors of having a bitter, mean hand
No matter the reason we're grateful we're spared
That we're loved and accepted even though we didn't dare
Living a harsher reality only from far
Thanking our blessings that we don't have to fear
Of living in dread and risking our tears
Maybe we couldn't bear to withstand
The rigors of having a bitter, mean hand
No matter the reason we're grateful we're spared
That we're loved and accepted even though we didn't dare
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