Poem

War With Ourselves, by MwsR


Do you battle anyone who chooses differently than you do?
Is there not anything good that happens to you?
Maybe turn and look real hard at your own self,
Look at the blame you’ve bestowed on everyone else.
Maybe, just maybe, it happened the way it did because of your actions.
Just maybe it was because of your reactions.
The hardest thing can be analyzing
Seeing what’s wrong and start focusing to remove the things that are paralyzing.
Instead of laying blame,
Try to get rid of your own shame.
Nothing can be done until you stop and think
Sometimes things happen in a blink.
Quit talking, gossiping, and stop tearing down
We all have an occasion to wear a frown.
Maybe it’s you, you are the one
Maybe our war is with ourselves, not with someone.

Gypsy, by MwsR

In a land, where gypsies gather,

You can hear screams of laughter, not ones of terror.

All have their humble belongings,

Ordained with the most spectacular displays, each to their own longings.

No one is a stranger, they are just strange together

Settling for whatever

Even when the storms brew overhead

Or whatever kind of weather that may lie ahead

Nothing compels them so much as their sounds of music and rhythm

It would appear that in some way, creates for the, their own prism.

Dutifully they enjoy each other’s talents and ambitions

Each one given their own recognition.

A nice place to stay, a nice place to play,

Only if other communities acted in the same way.

Gypsy land is full of love, full of a jest for life.

You don’t have to be rich or live as someone’s wife.

You just need to contribute, your talent, your spirit

Just don’t fear it!

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These Are The Best….by MwsR


Touch is beautiful when it is given
The opening of your eyes , when you start believing.
Smells that make your memories soar,
Waiting to go through the exit door,
Catching the sunbeam, as it shines close by,
Knowing you’re the sparkle in someone’s eye.
Trapping all the best of times
In your mind, before they pass you by.
Feeling the lines in someone’s face,
Knowing in your heart, they’ll never be replaced.
Lying close to the best one in your life,
Has been, since the day you became his wife.
Rubbing your feet with another,
Remembering the things you heard from your mother.
These are the best, yet fleeting times of your days,
It all carries meaning , even what you say.

Famous Poem~ A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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Summer Thoughts

Sweet Tea
Long, lingering kisses
The red chested robin
Moonlit strolls
Sunny days for reminiscing

Swirled ice cream cones
Soft grass under your bare feet
Lightening bugs all aglow
Skipping rocks on the river
A bright, sandy beach

Daydreams
Pink skies at night
Wild Sunflower fields
Drives with no particular destination
An Eagle in flight

Romance novels
Picnics in the park
Fizzy ginger-ale over ice
Children’s laughter
Swimming after dark

Wild Berries
The whistle of the meadowlark
Tadpoles and butterflies
Wishes on a dandelion
Echo of the lone dog’s bark

Fiery Sunrises
Gentle ocean breezes
Long afternoon naps
Ice cold pop
Soft buzzzzzz of bees

Fourth of July
Ruby tomatoes from the vine
Crisp corn on the cob
Frosted glasses of lemonade
The sultry sunshine

Sundresses
Cool shade of the maple tree
Flip flops and beach towels
Scent of driftwood
Sleeping by the sea

Memories
Of you and me


KC

Poem

WE Are Not Perfect,
MwsR

It is not merely living in this old world that we must do
It is in showing love to someone that cares about you
In finding happiness in the smallest of things
Even if for a short time , the smile it brings
One must repent when they do something wrong
One must try to live in harmony like a song
If ever sadness that you may have sent
Try to forgive yourself so you’re not bent
We learn by errors, and lessons we face
Errors do not have to hold us in that lowly place
Whenever people choose to forgive
They not only start to live
But ungrudgingly give
For us all to exist, to resist, to persist, there must be a greater purpose
There first must be a surface from which to start
One that does not crumble,
One that withstands all the grumble,
In order to achieve , receive, believe there must be a better place
Whether it is inside us or in front of us, or in that infinite space
Find it, capture it, share it.
Forgive, receive, believe


Don’t let past mistakes, past judgments, past actions keep you a prisoner.
Forgive others, forgive yourself, you are just human after all and we are sinful from birth.
Make amends when you can or however you can try not to repeat the same mistakes, move ahead without looking back and staying trapped.
Try not to get overwhelmed
Tell those around you how much you care and love them while you can still do it.
Remember everybody struggles, everybody messes up, everybody deserves to be happy and be loved.
TO all my friends that know this struggle, I wish you peace.

Mattered- poem by MwsR

Before, I have felt sadness

Because of some one’s silence.

Often,I am tired

Never, have I been fired.

Further more,I get bored

Back in time, I played ball and scored.

Along my life path, I have learnt a few things

In school, I used to sing.

After my life is through

I hope in some good way I’ve mattered to you.

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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 own problems fade
But unfortunately it just took my mind of 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 to 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 over spilt milk
It can easily be cleaned.
If the smell can be withstood
Then things will get back to normal like they should.

As you read this belief in things, hope for things, the 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.