Category: Writings

Stranger Things Have Happened, by MwsR/ Poem Share

Drifting in a boat without a paddle

Sitting on a horse without a saddle

Climbing up a mountain without a rope

Wading in a pool without a float

Listening to the music no one can hear

Persevering through trials without you near

Standing on the edge without a grip

Losing lots of weight without one slip

Judging those around you, you do not even know

Teaching others who watch you even without trying to show

Stealing things just to give them away

Leaving something behind just in order to stay

Proposing something, yet taking the lead

Unhealthy alliances, yet you very much needed

Reading something you won’t understand

Writing poetry without using your hand

Tragic end to a beautiful night.

Following your heart, yet lost in spite.

 

 

 

 

Time, by MwsR/ Poem Share

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Taken back>

Scrounging forward

Frozen in time>

Thawing from the lies

Happy in memories>

Sad in the truth

Alone in this journey>

Together in the pain

Wallowing in yesterdays>

Letting go for more tomorrows.

MwsR ❤

Twists

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Too much noise

Not enough poise

Very uptight

Nah, not tonight

Get it away

Leave me some

Pretend to be

Just for me

Together still

Bonds that prevail

Grateful heart

Nice place to start.

MwsR ❤

I Am/Poem Share MwsR

I am a pool without  moving water

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A cup with nothing left in it to drink

Separated, like an egg that cracked and is broken

A traveler, traveling back into life, again.

No refuge to be found for my battered mind

Makes me reflect on things from this life of mine.

 

I am a winter that’s cold wind blows

When the outside starts to freeze

My ability to thaw starts by praying on my knees.          ws_Windy_Winter_1600x1200

I ask for pardon and reprieve

Although I may not deserve it.

 

 

 

 

I am a storm that is strong and sporadic

Never showing my full potential, manic                   IMG_9482

Leaving parts of myself in all I touch.

With my touch comes many things

Could be some lightning, or a hurricane.

 

 

I am me,

Just who I am supposed to be.

Sometimes going through life blissfully

But sometimes failing, you see.

Part of making it, in existing

Having a real life, that is worth living.

MwsR ❤

 

 

Shadows/poem share

Remnants of pain

Scars of mistakes

Debts that you can’t escape

Patterns that have been repeated

Crosses that we must bear

Promises that we have shared

Forgiveness that isn’t deserved

But given despite that

In our hearts is where this is at

Courage to continue

Thoughts and changes

They bring about exchanges

Shadows don’t define our real person

They merely show us some parts of us

You can change your shadows

You can make a different one

It is possible to …

Change, redefine and renew

When we keep things foremost in our life they control our thoughts. So i f we redirect our thoughts,our lives, and learn to forgive ourselves we can have a better life.

MwsR ❤

Collecting Your Memories/ poem by MwsR

Collecting Your Memories

 

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In life it seems sometimes

There are cross overs between our present and our pasts.

We do what we have to just to make it through.

When there is doubt or fear, or even pain that’s when,

Looking for some comfort, closure, or something else

We  go back to where we once was in another time or place in our lives.

Either remembering the feelings, thoughts, or something

Taking comfort from them  and what they remind us of

It’s crazy but yet we do.

For us to move on we collect our memories

Before we can move on ahead or just get through.

Often blinded, we are by the once before

The “what abouts”

Too much of that can shade our todays.

But if you have to or just because…

Then go ahead

Collect those memories from your head

Perhaps,  even expressing those feelings the best ways you can.

Like you could write them down by hand,

Make a mental note for yourself

Just don’t linger too long or take up residence there,

So you can finish your task at hand or to just keep living.

MwsR❤

Think / Poem by MwsR

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I stare out through my kitchen window

My mind is trying to register what my eyes already know

I can’t look as far as I once use to, my eyes have  a astigmatism now

I use to see for yards and yards away,

But not today.

But not anymore.

Yet, I am thankful that I have my eye sight still

There are others who do not.

 

As I drink my coffee this morning

My memory takes me down a path, I long ago was on.

Where things were all wrong

Where I did not matter to those closest to me

I sigh for a moment right before the thoughts escape me

I say to myself”I am not that person anymore”,

I have those that want me and love me, now.

Today, I am thankful for those who tolerate me

Those that have stayed around.

 

As I sit her and type away on my laptop,

While keeping an ear at to listen for my grandkids’ movements

I realize how much time has flown right by without me noticing.

The numerous times that I was not fully paying attention to

The special times that I had yet to see then,

I am realizing are now gone.

I am so much older than I ever was in my thoughts

I really hadn’t thought that far ahead.

Yet, I am thankful for the years I have been alive,

For seeing the sun and the moon rise

Having been blessed is what I have been

Now that’s the best message to convey, here at the END.

Write about/things going on around me

 

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Oh wow, it seems like all I do is read posts, write a lot of posts, and comment all the time. I love it, don’t get me wrong, but it is time-consuming.

I have a lot going on in my life right now. My youngest is going to be joining the Navy. Although I am proud of the fact he is going to be doing something very unselfish and rewarding with his young life, I as a mother, am feeling mixed ways about it all. I worry over it and hope he will stay safe and will do exactly what he needs in life to be happy and content.

Also, my grandkids are always present and they deserve my attention ass much as possible. I love getting their hugs, seeing them smile, and hearing their beautiful little voices, except when they are crying, of course. I really enjoy my life with them. They make being a mother and grandmother some of the best of my life.

I am also celebrating my oldest birthday this weekend. She is the mother of those two grandkids I was writing about in the paragraph above. Looks like we will be going out to eat somewhere with family and then we shall find a place to buy something sweet to eat. She loves doing that normally. I asked her and that is what she has requested, so that it will be.

I also have another grandkid, he does not live with me but he is the child of my second daughter. He is , frankly, adorable. I enjoy seeing him and hugging on him. He is 8 months old and such a cute little boy. I don’t get to see him near as much as I would like. He is getting so sweet lately, he use to cry when someone spoke to him. He was not very people friendly but now he reaches for you. Of course, that is every grandmother’s dream, having their grandchild reach out for them, right?

Anyhow…

I have tried to include some things lately on my webpage. Things like my information share, which usually is something I want to share that comes from the internet news, or what not. Also, I am trying to include other poems from famous people and sometimes I find something I wan to talk about, or just write about. I hope it keeps people entertained, informed, and is relatable and relevant in some way, shape, or form. If it doesn’t meet any of those criteria, I apologize for that, and hope that something will one day.

I hope you all enjoy your day, night, or evening.

Take care of yourself and others,

MwsR ❤

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