A prayer for my friends
No matter what the world throws at you, may your heart be filled with love and may your mind always find peace.
Know the joy you bring to us and may that joy be multiplied a thousand times
when it comes back to you.
Up goes the wall
Higher, build it higher
Lest we see
Their pain and suffering.
Wider, build it wider
Lest we hear their
Pained, weak cries.
Faster, build it faster
Before my conscience
Tells me no.
The wall complete
Is strong, high and wide.
Safely guarding mind
From unwanted thoughts
No word can penetrate
No image floods in
Safe is my mind, safe from the world
Safe in my space, no one come in.
Safe, so safe, or the illusion thereof
Too far removed, too far to care.
It’s amazing to read
Of world done, deceased.
Yet centuries later
More alive now than ever.
Same story, so gory
Just characters new.
The ending, same ending
Is tragedy anew.
Being human means…
Existing, but not living
Working hard, but not playing
Rigid civilization, no changing
‘Almost’…almost there, almost enough, almost done, almost, but never quite…
Being wild means…
Living, not merely existing
Playing hard, knowing work will be done
Changing, morphing, adapting, surviving
‘Done’…satisfied knowing that chasing ‘almosts’ is a sure way to misery…
Sometimes all you need is to take a step back and breath
Sometimes it is enough to sit still and watch
Sometimes it isn’t about talking,but listening
Sometimes it’s not about rhyming, but just writing
Sometimes it’s alright to disappear and collect your thoughts.
Sometimes life needs a pause button, so go ahead and push it.
Snow drifts down slowly
Gently landing on the ground.
All change, not a sound.
One, Two, Three! – http://wp.me/p23sd-13iM
Giving thanks today for family
Who love the strange, chaotic oddity
That is nobody else but me.
Giving thanks for all the friends I see
Who have chosen to be grouped with me.
Giving thanks for all the good we see
Lets cherish it, hearts full of glee.
Chaotic – http://wp.me/p23sd-13bc
I don’t know where the road starts I don’t know where the journey ends I cannot tell a mile from a metre In the company of friends
via In The Company Of Friends — Frank Solanki
The shortest poems often have the greatest impact. Love this one. 😊
Driving down a country road
Moon orange shines and shadows showed
Figures, ghosts of persons past.
First an Amish girl downcast
By weary feet on winter’s night.
Must march on home hold bucket tight.
And just like that she disappears
Into the shadows, she left in tears.
Next is a man up on his bike.
Dressed all in black,
Sack on his back.
Not certain what I see is real,
Mysterious figure almost dreamlike.
Tips hat, lips move, as if to chat as car passes by.
Oh what a goodbye.
Look back in mirror the man is gone.
Replaced by darkness
I carry on.
The night progresses
Moon sheds orange coat.
Reveals pearl white
Too bright to ignore.
In new and bright moonlight
A single white crane
Is revealed by the light
And gone once again.
Vague shadows at night
Can cause quite a fright.
And so this is how mind percolates
The information that it circulates.
via Daily Prompt: Percolate
Come dine with me
Let us eat with heart,
Then feast upon this sumptuous tart.
Lets celebrate, good news for all
No time to prate, or brawl or bawl.
via Daily Prompt: Tart