Poem

TWO
By MwsR

Two people,
One is left when one goes away.
There is not enough fortitude for that person to stay.
Two dreams,
One is of comfort, one of pain
Ain’t much sunshine for all the rain.
Two arms,
Both are capable to reach out to another,
One holds tight their dying mother.
Two different opinions,
Neither one is truly right,
But it doesn’t matter when they are in a fight.
Two endings,
Really there is no way to predict,
One you’ll feel lucky, the other like you’ve been kicked.
Two falsehoods,
One is thought to be true and for sure,
The other sets in motion a great uproar.
Two loves,
Neither one knows much about the other,
But the holder of the love carries that love over and over.
Two kids in the same family,
One will be a preacher, one will be the shame.
Neither upbringing or circumstance to blame,
Two days,
One with which you will love and cherish
One that you will wish would perish.
Two is either this or that
No one thing by itself all alone,
I could just go on and on!

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POEM

The Reason For, by MwsR

In the quiet of the day

When thoughts start to invade

There are reflections that appear

Maybe of a person, you hold dear.

What is their significance in your life

Do they pose something for you without strife?

We must reflect only to direct

To change our focus perhaps,

We don’t need to relapse.

Past things are to be remembered

But they are not to diminish our slumber

Or to dictate our future

This is the measure of becoming mature.

Yes, remember

But never stay too long or linger

Our future can be a pleasure

Our past can interrupt our harmony

Believe this from me.

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Poem

To wish is my way of relay

And to wish that I might inlay

Something that is positive today

I wish to sway

That is, I meant to say

Writing is a person’s attache

To wish is to pray

And in having hope, to stay

Because anything less is dismay.

I wish for your day

To brilliantly display

The inside of your heart, okay?

To wish that all your troubles beneath you lay.

To write something that may make way

For your motivation someday.

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Playing around with rhyming of words. hope you enjoyed it. MwsR

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Poem

D, by MwsR

Distracted, so much these days

Things in my mind often replay

So much was lost and so few have stayed

I am sure others have felt this way.

The moments are fleeting

Moments are so much more to me now.

I fully want to live my best life, somehow.

Letting go of bitterness, harbored feelings

Nothing is worth missing out on inner peace

It gives clarity when we release

The pinned up frustrations, the anger, and the strife

These are things that won’t benefit your life

We cannot control things, nor can we predict with certainty

Only God can, we need only focus on his eternity.

When we replay thoughts when things in my revolve around

Remember that they are lessons and trials that we’ve found

Onward and forward, anticipating the future of better

Keeping hold of those things that really matter.

I ponder on things each day

Making a resolution to this life that I will stay

Things will be better another day

I see that nothing stays the same,

Nothing really can,

If we are to learn or flourish.

Some of our greatest battles are fought in our minds

Please don’t walk this world being blind

Stop and seek,

Give and stay meek!

“…lean not unto your own understandings, but in all your ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct your paths.”Proverbs 3:5-6

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Christmas Tears
By MwsR

One day she was going to decorate her house just like you see it done in magazines and movies…but not today. She just couldn’t get into the Christmas spirit. Today she found herself thinking of Christmas ‘s past. She felt the feelings she had felt before, today she remembered it all.
It’s easy to get swept up in holiday traditions but what if your holiday traditions were erased? Hers had been, she had to understand though that all was not lost. She needed to know that holidays were and could be so much more than tradition.
This year, this time, she needed to find the meaning behind,the traditions and gatherings.
See for her there was so much that life had changed for her, that she needed to gather what she could. She needed meaning not traditions to keep her going.
When she was a child everything was so exciting, she missed that feeling. Now that she grew older she longed for a trueness, a realism she didn’t get from all the holiday hustle and bustle, or from all the worrying over bills versus buying presents . Her world should be more. More than that she wanted everyone around her to be grateful.
Why should she struggle? Why couldn’t it look at easy as tv or movies, in that they all had smiles, presents , and cheer?
She really thought hard and tried to find something that she could internally use, use to feel better.
Alongside remembering past holidays, she remembered those who were no longer in her present, and she cried. She just sat there and felt the loss like it was happening there in that moment. She thought about the true meaning of Christmas and the sacrifice that people gave many years ago , where two parents that had a newborn that was despised by man, yet loved and awaited by millions. The sacrifice they made to make sure he was safe and cared for. They left their family, their homes and their own comforts.
Sometimes, she thought, one must give more than they ever will receive in return. Sometimes no matter where we have been we can still find a place to belong. It all is in our hearts and minds, she thought.
Her Christmas tears turned on her mind, but she found the strength to keep trying, to keep looking for the answers, but with a newness of heart.
Christmas tears , the ones shed so long ago in a manger, now in her own eyes…that made life seem more clearer around this time of year.
The lesson is life can bring you down but if you look,more than you think can be found.

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Poem

Toiling with my emotions

Frantically lost in a storm

Nothing about my life has ever been the norm.

Separating fact and fiction

Endless nights of tortured seasons

Trying just to come up with many reasons.

Why must I be in conflict?

Did I ask for this?

I just know how to exist.

Strange how when things go astray,

You can find yourself standing all alone

Questioning where is your home.

Being a part, but actually falling apart

Fitting in and yet really not fitting

All this can cause your head to start splitting.

You are you whether it’s clear of not

Trying to fit in just the right spot.

Some will finally be whole again

Some will remain broken

The path has already been spoken.

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