Category: Writings

Poem

Journey Till, by MwsR

Twisted, in knots of which way to go?
You are not alone in this thinking, you know.

Forward just a little, but backward always just a little more.
Forgotten ideas pour out on your mind’s big floor.

Fantastic was the beginning,
For such a fragile, complicated thing.

Decisions that will impact the journey for you.
Still uncertain of what to do?

Closed minds cannot give admittance for great things,
It is time you free yourself from your chains.

Expand your possibilities
To eliminate your negativity.

Journey till you can go no more,
Then you will have all your looking for.

Poem (religious)

A man with a heavenly start
Came to the earth when the clouds did part.
He lived among the saints and the sinners
He preached so we all could be eternal winners.
Temptation he withstood
Aways taught us to be like we should.
Anger and deceit finally took reign
No one to stop death for him, he took the blame.
You could hear whispers of his holy name.
Faultless he bore it all
So we all could be with him, and rise up tall.
He was laid in a tomb in a poor sort of way
Then he miraculously arose from the grave, in three days.
My! my Savior can walk with me
He can talk to me
And he tells me I am his own.
Praise be to His Holy Name, and to his throne.

He is Alive!
By MwsR❤️

Poem

Change, by MwsR

When the time comes that you reflect over your life and things you’ve done

Will you see someone smart or someone dumb?

Those things you thought were fun,

The things that you swore hurt no one.

Were they worth it?

Were they proper or were they like that of a nitwit?

Are the ones that stood with you now standing apart?

You already know the answer because it is deep in your heart.

Time can’t erase certain deeds, certain paths you chose, the things left undone,

You can’t blame that on anyone.

Certain people let you down, you say

I’m certain they would not see it that way!

No one controls your spontaneous combustion,

It is certainly your life, not theirs that needs constant adjustment.

Go ahead smell all those “roses”,

Hang around all those that constantly poses,

But when that gets old or you find some other venue

Maybe you will see what you’ve put those that love you through.

It’s hard to be happy when you’re playing catch up all the time

Trust me, I’ve seen that with friends of mine.

Think before you act

Always leave things intact.

Don’t refuse to pay back anyone who’s lent you a hand

Take the praise and the reprimand.

Swallow your pride,

Keep your mouth closed from the inside.

Listen to reason,

Be willing to change the wrong things just like the months change the season.

“And you will be a man, my son.” (If, by Rudyard Kipling”)

Poem

Peace by MwsR

As I rise my mind sorts through
All the things of this new day I must do.
No rest, even though I am tired
No forgetting of troubles, I know, I have tried.
So much before me still left unfinished
The need to get them done has not diminished.
My body’s issues and pains
Make me feel like a dog that’s chained.
I wish for peace down in my soul
A place of safety few will ever know.
With the light of a new day, I can attempt again,
I hope that I find this before my end.
I will keep trying, doing things over and over till it is there.
One minute, one day at a time, even if it takes a whole year.

MwsR Writings

Used to dream of having a lot of family members for events and special occasions, that it would ease the lack of the childhood family I once had.
Seems each year is another missed year with the familiar, childhood family.
Yet I’m reminded that it is the now, not then I should give my thoughts to. Still, it all seemed so nice and comforting somehow in my mind.
Life is
constantly changing. Make the most of whatever you have or can. Memories are in the making if you want them to be.
Don’t focus all your thoughts on what could have been. Reflect on the fact that like Christ rose from the dead and gave us new meaning, life will create meaning also.
Easter…..a new beginning, meaning, purpose

Poem

Rest Some
By MwsR

Can’t seem to fix it
Nothing can
It’s the spot within yourself you can’t stand.
Tried so many different ways
To stand above it
Yet silently you were sinking.
In desperate times
Truth rears it’s head
What makes a man, is constant dread.
No magical beans to help you escape
The turmoil you find when you hesitate.
There should be a trigger, a warning sign
But sadly none that controls your whole mind.
When fallen, you attempted to rise
There is no limit to your disguise
You try the truth but allow the lies.
Just one step you took so long ago into the wrong way
You can’t escape the effects, no how, no way.
Until you stop yourself from shirking your responsibilities.
Your endless torment of “what use to be’s.”
So gather up your strength, your battle scars
Things are seldom how you feel they are.
Put one foot then follow with another one
Till your back where you wanted and can rest some.

Poem

Love Is a Gift

If someone can love you through the years
Catch most of your falling tears,
Help bad things seem not so bad
Forgives you even when you make them mad
Shares with you their dreams and wishes
Helps you put away the dishes
Listens when you need them to
That’s the one who’ll be real and true.
Cherish them
Forgive them
Hold their hand for apparently no occasion
Sport them like the latest fashion.
Love can be great
Take time to appreciate it.
Make a world for them to stay in
Not a mess that hurts deep within.
You’ll be much happier, stronger, and tall
When you help them succeed instead of fall.
Love is a gift
And the people that give it.
MwsR

Poem

UPSIDE Down Grin,
MwsR

Seems the world won’t stop turning
Despite the various places where things seem to just drown.
The place where you can’t see but wish to have an upside-down frown.
Constant grief, and disappointment
Nothing certain for sure, no commitment.
For some, despite their best effort their heart stays torn.
Underneath the Hubble, they have just doubt to keep them warm.
Chained to a burden so huge it can’t be moved…
Yet desperately they seek that very thing, to defuse.
How does one unchain their grief and pain?
Do they have to stumble so often and there remain?
Often time we visualize our paths in life,
But how quickly it passes when it crashes into your heart like a knife.
Embarking they find themselves, yet again,
Unto the very things that took such a tragic, solidified end.
The charm of life is in that one or two moments you feel whole again
If that’s even possible without the right side up a grin.