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By Paul McCann

Careless cars cutting corners create confusion .
Crossing centrelines.
Countless collisions cost coffins.
Collect conscious change.
Copy?
Continue cautiously.
Comply?
Cool.

Void by Michael Anderson

 

Void

by Michael Anderson

Void, canceled, simply annulled. Endlessly aching, unconsoled. Life without you, cause without reason. Touch without sense, time without season. I face life now facing a cancerous sore, A sordid parasite that eats at my core. All that makes me whole, all I hold deep within, Leaving me lifeless, or at least not livin’.A shallow face, anguished and marred. An empty space, scaled and scarred. Sweetly abiding to a cynical charade. Secretly hiding ‘hind a fictitious facade. Still, lost within this heart of glass, This fragile and yet unfeeling mass. Lies the remains of a love that glowed, The gift to you I once bestowed.But honor and pride now bereaved- By your love for me so misconceived, Ripped from my inner depths, impeding- Mind and body and spirit, bleeding; Now’s crushed to sand from thy ruthless hand, A cold stare I just can’t understand. I feel that somehow, somehow I’m dying, At least my soul and all that’s underlying. A simple void, is that what I’ve become? The hollowed sphere on a pendulum. Swinging back and forth, emotion to emotion, Never once stopping, nor slowing the motion. No reason, no answer, no justification. The creation of a sterile imagination. Just passing through time as time passes me. Merely a nothing- nothing, merely, left to be. Sightless and soundless, unseen and unheard. Mindless and boundless, obscure and absurd. All empathy lying ungraced, unemployed, I live my life dying, unembraced, a void.

God Wanted Me Now, He Set Me Free

I love this poem. It is so apt with what I am feeling right now. Makes me think of certain people in my life. I will miss them so very much. God rest their souls.

Title Unknown
Don’t grieve for me, for now I’m free
I’m following the path God laid for me,
I took His hand when I heard Him call,
I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day
to laugh, to love, to work or play,
tasks left undone must stay that way,
I found that place at the close of the day.

If my parting has left a void,
then fill it with remembered joy,
a friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss,
ah yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow,
I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.
My life’s been full, I savored much,
Good friends, good times, a loved one’s touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief,
don’t lengthen it now with undue grief.
Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wanted me now, He set me free.
Author Unknown

If it Should Be

I love this poem. It is so apt with what I am feeling right now. Makes me think of certain people in my life. I will miss them so very much. God rest their souls.

“If It Should Be”

If it should be I grow frail and weak
And pain prevents my peaceful sleep.
Then you must do what must be done
When this last battle can’t be won.

You will be sad, I understand.
Selfishness might stay your hand.
But on this day, more than the rest,
Your love and friendship take the test.

We’ve had so many happy years
That what’s to come can hold no fears.
You’d not want me to suffer, so
When the time comes, please let me go.

Take me where my need they’ll tend.
Only–stay with me until the end.
Hold me firm and speak to me.
Until my eyes no longer see.

I know, in time, you too will see
It is a kindness that you do for me.
Although my tail it’s last has waved,
From pain and suffering I’ve been saved.

Do not grieve it should be you.
Who must decide this thing to do.
We’ve been so close, we two, these years…
Don’t let your heart hold any tears.

Author Unknown

The Strength

Found this on www.poemhunter.com…….. I love poetry, I have grown to admire and appreciate its beauty and over the years, I have honed my own skills in composing poetry. Where do I get my inspiration? For one, the Man up there and from simple people who DO NOT & I repeat, DO NOT embellish their poetry with redundant wording… The best and most heart-warming poetry are found in those that convey complex truths in pure simplicity. Such a composer is Anders Lim who has posted his poem, “The Strength” on poem hunter. ENJOY 

Philippians 4:13 (New International Version)

¹³I can do everything through him who gives me strength.

 

The Strength by Anders Lim

The strength to resist the night
The strength to endure the day
The strength to keep righteous paths in sight
The strength to take them without delay

The strength to find a purpose in life
The strength to find the truths it brings
The strength to kick away from strife
The strength to stabalize the rock it clings

The strength to light a friend’s day up
The strength to resist wrathful foes
The strength to fill a stranger’s dry cup
The strength to shun sin when it opposed

The strength to feel a injured man’s pain
The strength to hold a reject’s hand
The strength to act against any gain
The strength to love without demand

The strength to understand that our King
Has blessed us with more than we can contain
Therefore regardless what time may bring
The strength will continue to reign

 

A Poem to make

my “sky” and perhaps yours, blue again.

By Edeltraut L. Scheffler Plath

Grey Is The Sky.

Grey is the sky, no wonder why My thoughts won’t fly, up soaring high. Dull clouds hang low And that is so depressing! The blessing of inspiration, creation Depleted, defeated. But when that shade of grey Is pushed away By sunshine’s hue Of brilliant blue, That warms my heart, Gives me the start To fly and soar once more Will thoughts be free, and I can see What only then is clear again: The path to inspiration And creation.

One of Favorite poems of All time

FRom the Old Blog:

in one sentence,

Profundity and Simplicity in such Brevity are Keys to Uniformity in Poetry.

 

 

• Feb. 18th, 2008 at 3:28 PM

I just love the simplicity of this poem written by Maya Angelou. I often try to draw inspiration from simplistic yet profound writers as I feel that the message of the poem stands as the key element in well-written poetry. And one knows that when poetry is embellished with superfluities, the mind often wanders and loses sight of the underlying message. 

So here it is, The Human Family by Maya Angelou. 

 

Human Family

Poem by Dr. Maya Angelou

I note the obvious differences
in the human family.

Some of us are serious,
some thrive on comedy.
Some declare their lives are lived
as true profundity,
and others claim they really live
the real reality.

The variety of our skin tones
can confuse, bemuse, delight,
brown and pink and beige and purple,
tan and blue and white.

I’ve sailed upon the seven seas
and stopped in every land.
I’ve seen the wonders of the world,
not yet one common man.

I know ten thousand women
called Jane and Mary Jane,
but I’ve not seen any two
who really were the same.

Mirror twins are different
although their features jibe,
and lovers think quite different thoughts
while lying side by side.

We love and lose in China,
we weep on England’s moors,
and laugh and moan in Guinea,
and thrive on Spanish shores.

We seek success in Finland,
are born and die in Maine.
In minor ways we differ,
in major we’re the same.

I note the obvious differences
between each sort and type,
but we are more alike, my friends
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

We are more alike, my friends,
than we are unalike.

Our Imminent Death

From my old blog…From my younger self….pasting it here for memento’s sake!

Death…. scary word isn’t it? We are all going to have to face it one day. Honestly, I can’t ever imagine being in the shoes of people who believe that the entire world was created out of random chance. If in that case, that would be no purpose in our lives, would there? WE’d all just evaporate into nothing! 

Thankfully, I believe there is life beyond death, something that we cannot begin to understand in this mortal world, but it’s truly something I believe. God created me to live my purpose here on earth and to go home to where I belong when my time is finished. Though in my 18 years, many trials have come my way, I still manage to hold tightly to my faith, believing that if God placed a challenge infront of me, He would certainly give me the strength to overcome it. Death, to me, is a mere beginning and end; a beginning to life in peace with God in Heaven and an end to my hardships here on earth. 

A poem written by Anne Bradstreet pretty much sums it up for me… it’s very beautiful, take the time to read the poem and reflect on it.

As Weary Pilgrim by Anne Bradstreet 

As weary pilgrim, now at rest,

Hugs with delight his silent nest,

His wasted limbs now lie full soft

That mirey steps have trodden oft,

Blesses himself to think upon

His dangers past, and travails done.

The burnIng sun no more shall heat,

Nor stormy rains on him shall beat.

The briars and thorns no more shall scratch,

Nor hungry wolves at him shall catch.

He erring paths no more shall tread,

Nor wild fruits eat instead of bread.

For waters cold he doth not long

For thirst no more shall parch his tongue.

No rugged stones his feet shall gall,

Nor stumps nor rocks cause him to fall.

All cares and fears he bids farewell

And means in safety now to dwell.

A pilgrim I, on earth perplexed

With Sins, with cares and sorrows vext,

By age and pains brought to decay,

And my clay house mold’ring away.

Oh, how I long to be at rest

And soar on high among the blest.

This body shall in silence sleep,

Mine eyes no more shall ever weep,

No fainting fits shall me assail,

Nor grinding pains my body frail,

With cares and fears ne’er cumb’red be

Nor losses know, nor sorrows see.

What though my flesh shall there consume,

It is the bed Christ did perfume,

And when a few years shall be gone,

This mortal shall be clothed upon.

A corrupt carcass down it lies,

A glorious bodyu it shall rise.

In weakness and dishonour sown,

In power ’tis raised by Christ alone.

Then soul and body shall unite

And of their Maker have the sight.

Such lasting joys shall there behold

As ear ne’er heard nor tongue e’er told.

Lord make me ready for that day,

Then come, dear Bridegroom, come away.

Love without Passion or Love without Condition? — Teresa Sanchez

I sometimes go to www.poemhunter.com to read poetry written by prominent writers and by ordinary ones…I found this poem entitled “Love without Passion or Love without Condition?” and it was written by Teresa Sanchez.

I was simply awe-struck at how this poet managed to compose such simplistic words but poses a very complex dilemma between the ideas of love and passion.  Basically, the poet is caught between two kinds of love and she is overwhelmed as to which she should choose. On one hand, she is madly inlove with a man who fills her with raging passion but on the other hand, she feels a sense of emptiness with the other man although he has given his whole heart and soul to her. Throughout the poem, the poet somehow reproofs herself because she feels this tremendous guilt over these two men. The poem ends in confusion, while asking the reader to provide an insight into her dilemma. Having said all of this, I would think that the answer lies within the stanzas itself…but that is something for you to decide:

Love without Passion or Love without Condition?

Spanish Version: Encontré a un hombre en mis sueños, él me barrió de mis pies, y vivió hasta es, sólo que hombre de mis sueños. El hizo los labios sienten hormigueo cuando él me besó, El dijo que fui el reino del corazón. Viví diario ser una mejor persona a causa de él, yo esperé es su único uno. El amor, el amor, el amor, El hace mi carrera de corazón cuando yo lo veo. Cada noche que saboreo el pensó de hacer el amor a él. Mis deseos cumplieron, en todo mí, él tiene…él me ha tomado. ¿Cómo no puedo saber yo que acabo de soñar? La realidad ha penetrado, he encontrado a un hombre… Por los ojos de muchos, él es perfecto. El subiría montañas para mí, me prodigan con todas las primas de este mundo. Pero todavía, yo me siento un sentido del vacío que él no puede llenar. Por las reglas del amor, este hombre ha seguido. El me ha dado su corazón y alma enteros. Yo lo adoro, sin duda…yo lo adoro pero mi entero soy no es completo, algo pierde. Yo no soy digno de su amor, no digno de su confianza. ¿Por qué no puedo intercambiar yo cualquiera? Un fuego incendia por el hombre de mis sueños. ¿Por qué debo necesitar yo este trueno? ¿Requiere el amor pasión? ¿Se excluyen ellos mutuamente? ¿El Amor y la Pasión? ¿Puede existir la pasión sin el amor? Soy confundido…soy atascado entre dos hombres. ¿Cuál escojo yo? ¿Cuál se parará la prueba de tiempo? ¿Cuál es verdadero y cuál es realmente un sueño? ¿Amor sin pasión o amor sin condición? Usted me dice… English Version: I met a man in my dreams, he swept me off my feet, and lived up to be, just that man of my dreams. He made my lips tingle when he kissed me, He said that I was the kingdom of his heart. I lived everyday to be a better person because of him, I looked forward to being his only one. Love, love, love, He makes my heart race when I see him. Every night I relish the thought of making love to him. My desires fulfilled, in all of me, he has…he has taken me. How can I not know that I am just dreaming? Reality has sunk in, I have met a man… Through the eyes of many, he is perfect. He would climb mountains for me, lavish me with all the bounties of this world. But yet, I feel a sense of emptiness that he cannot fill. By the rules of love, this man has followed. He has given me his whole heart and soul. I love him, no doubt…I love him but my whole being is not complete, something is missing. I am not worthy of his love, not worthy of his trust. Why can’t I reciprocate either? A fire set alight by the man of my dreams. Why should I need this thunder? Does love require passion? Are they mutually exclusive? Love and Passion? Can passion exist without love? I am confused…I am stuck between two men. Which do I choose? Which will stand the test of time? Which is real and which is really a dream? Love without passion or love without condition? You tell me… Teresa Sanchez

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-without-passion-or-love-without-condition/

 

What do you think?

We Wear a Mask — A Rondeau by Paul Laurence Dunbar

I studied this rondeau (a french-type of poem) by Paul Laurence Dunbar in American Literature. This paticular rondeau was crafted beautifully by Dunbar in response to the brutal oppression of slaves in America. We Wear a Mask speaks for itself, and its words strike a chord in you that just makes you feel what these people had to endure. Simply put, it was astonishingly painful to experience these words of torment and suffering. However, the poem does provide a sort of insight into the lives of such individuals, and that their suffering will be forever engraved in the history of oppression. Their memories will never be forgotten because those memories live on through poetry such as We Wear a Mask.

WE wear the mask that grins and lies, (A)

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,— (A)

This debt we pay to human guile; (B)

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, (B)

And mouth with myriad subtleties. (A)

Why should the world be over-wise, (A)

In counting all our tears and sighs? (A)

Nay, let them only see us, while (B)

We wear the mask. (C)

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries (A)

To thee from tortured souls arise. (A)

We sing, but oh the clay is vile (B)

Beneath our feet, and long the mile; (B)

But let the world dream otherwise, (A)

We wear the mask! (C)

 We Wear a Mask — Paul Laurence Dunbar