Category: Writings
Live (Forgiveness)
Poem
Urgent BY MwsR
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An urgent cry for help
So many signs, so much time passing
“If only” things clutter the mind.
Where is it we lose our edge?
Hopeless people are everywhere
People without hope are starting to rise
Some show it externally
Some try still, so very much, to hide it.
Acts that go against “their nature”,
Lies that start piling up
Crashes from exhaustion
Seems for some the world can be too much.
A comment given after a statement
One that so innocently gets ignored
There can be that “once in for instance”
Like the slamming of their bedroom door
Actions that warrant no real reason
Spontaneous emotion followed by insults
Sometimes the oddest of things are guarded
And sometimes the care of self, not so much.
Will tarrying delay the consequences for deeds that penetrate the soul?
Often in this life we try to be so bold.
Caring not about the outpour of another
One with whom we share this world
Faultless is no one
Responsible is everyone.
The shame lies in the way we acknowledge
The way we pacify others,
In our ignorance of other’s lives
Forgetting the whole realm of everything
Excusing the very ones who are to blame.
Poem By MwsR
Tragedy
There are mistakes
Mistakes that linger, like the residue you see after a fire.
Possible misinterpretations are present
Misinterpretations of a person’s actions or words.
Belligerent giving’s are not giving at all
No giving at all without a giving heart.
Silent spaces that often are hidden
Hidden to disguise the truth.
Lies that deceive and insult
Insult those that actually believe in you.
Sickness that takes hold of a person’s heart
The heart that unfortunately will soon break.
Missing a dear partner, or a beloved pet
A beloved tragedy with regret.
Fantasizing not on reality but on falseness
Falseness that can make your present life a bore.
Prideful about things
Things that are not good for you and will destroy you.
Lack of compassion for all creatures and humans
Creatures and humans that are intended to have compassion
Separate agendas that will surely separate you from your intended target
The target that no longer is there.
Storms of life that cause you to crumble
Crumble down and make you forget how to live.
Tragedies are more than events, they are more than happenings,
Tragedies are when you fall short of living life to its fullest
Or when you disregard others,
Tragedy is a whole lot, of a bunch of things, that impact you and others.
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Poem Share~ P.B. Shelley
Music, when soft voices die
Vibrates in the memory–
Odoures, when sweet violets sicken
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap’d for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
CCXXXIX~P.B.Shelley
Poem
As by MwsR
As I already knew
That nothing would change my shade of blue.
It was a color I was very familiar with
A common in my life ever since being a Smith.
My goals were simple back in the day
It was to be a singer up on a stage.
To be applauded for a song
Not knowing it was in my personal life, I needed applause all along.
As I dreamed of being a nurse
I wanted to help others who had it worse.
I never felt that I couldn’t brighten someone’s day
But more often than not I wanted to cheer people up with words that I could say.
See, helping someone made my problems fade
But unfortunately, it just took my mind off them, they never really went away.
As life has a way of making things seem so heavy and hard
Our hopes, dreams, and aspirations get marred.
Things that mattered once now fall on stony ground
They cannot recoup nor any abundance is found.
Sadly they die and disappear
Nothing can grow there, sometimes for years.
As if that was that
It comes and leaves from where it is at.
No rhyme nor reason
No hope, no change of the season.
Nothing but despair
That is all that is left all too often there.
As a leaf falls to the ground,
We will too.
But if we are lucky and a strong wind blows through,
It will carry us and our troubles will be few.
As surely as I write,
One day things will again, be alright.
There is no need to worry about spilled milk
It can easily be cleaned.
If the smell can be withstood
Then things will get back to normal as they should.
As you read this belief in things, hope for things, dream of things while you can.
Don’t listen to the opinions of just any man.
No one can make a future for you,
You have to believe in yourself, it’s true.
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Poem
Let by MwsR
Let me never forget
Those whom I’ve encountered or have met.
Let my ears always listen
To those who need to speak.
Let my paths bring something to
Instead of take away from.
Let my mind focus on important things
Help me to keep distractions at bay.
Let me speak with truth and in love
Never let me ridicule or blame.
Let the songs that I keep in my heart help me rise
Instead of stay lowly in heart.
Let the people who I know, bless me
Help me to rid myself of cutthroats and selfish ones.
Let me pray for wisdom
May I always direct myself to God.
Let me write to bring peace and confirmations
To those who need assurance and something to hold on to..
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Poem
Dad, my first guy, by MwsR
Pictures are all I have
They are like a wound with a little salve.
You are and always will be
The very core part of me.
I know you existed I see and hear about it all.
I just wish you were still here for me to call.
Often you are in my head
I find myself thinking of you while looking ahead.
If one little wish I was able to make
It might be to see you, you know before the ache.
Dads are more than a name we give,
They are the ones that teach us how to grow and live.
I never got to have that with you
I often think about what if’s and it makes me blue.
Others get to call up their dads and talk
Some get to spend time with them and go for walks
I get to ponder and wonder a lot
About what I have and what I not.
It is not your fault I am sure you would have stayed
But that wasn’t how it all got played.
Taken too soon from this earth and from your family
The ones who loved you and made you happy.
I guess some things never come to be
Like my wish for you to had known me.
Or maybe just to spend the day talking to you
And carrying on about the days that we went through.
It’s a good thing memories come around
Because that’s all some have when their hearts start to frown.
Dad, I know if you knew me
You’d see a lot of you inside of me, probably.
You would have also known how much you meant to me…you know why,
After all, you were my first guy.
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