Jutting from the shore
Emerging from the earth
Nigh to rising moons
Next to nature’s hurt
Yonder is the wave
Malevolent and fierce
Outside of the danger
Over where the rocks do pierce
Keenly she doth sit
Inside another plane
Subtly offering everything
Gently easing pain
Reaching depths of love
Elusive to the proudest
A place to turn my back upon
The world when it roars loudest
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label friendship. Show all posts
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Tuesday, August 2, 2016
Bad Jokes
Why does one get so defensive
when they are told they've been offensive
this reaction leaves me pensive
I have felt it too
It could be they just didn't know it
Lest they'd be afraid to show it
Fearing they would likely blow it
what is one to do
Some don't feel that it is wrong
If you don't like it move along
You hate my joke then bang a gong
Why are you so serious
If one you love or like at all
looks at you as if appalled
or maybe just their posture falls
It isn't so mysterious
So choose your words just like your friends
For they can help you in the end
When you mess up then make amends
perhaps they'll understand
You cannot know all that they've seen
Few folks have spent each day serene
Many more see hate obscene
so help them if you can
when they are told they've been offensive
this reaction leaves me pensive
I have felt it too
It could be they just didn't know it
Lest they'd be afraid to show it
Fearing they would likely blow it
what is one to do
Some don't feel that it is wrong
If you don't like it move along
You hate my joke then bang a gong
Why are you so serious
If one you love or like at all
looks at you as if appalled
or maybe just their posture falls
It isn't so mysterious
So choose your words just like your friends
For they can help you in the end
When you mess up then make amends
perhaps they'll understand
You cannot know all that they've seen
Few folks have spent each day serene
Many more see hate obscene
so help them if you can
Labels:
acknowledgement,
family,
friendship,
helping,
life,
love,
poem,
relationships
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
The Love Within
In the name of love and charity
in rising solidarity
I wish now for the clarity
to see beyond disparity
In the name of sisters and of brothers
with the strength of fathers and of mothers
remove the hate that wants to smother
the joy of loving one another
In the name of wishes and of dreams
and the kindness sewing up the seams
we must listen to the haunting screams
if we wish to know what all this means
In the name of hands and hearts and heads
the laughs we've had and the tears we've shed
we must rebuke the lies we're fed
and seek the love within instead
in rising solidarity
I wish now for the clarity
to see beyond disparity
In the name of sisters and of brothers
with the strength of fathers and of mothers
remove the hate that wants to smother
the joy of loving one another
In the name of wishes and of dreams
and the kindness sewing up the seams
we must listen to the haunting screams
if we wish to know what all this means
In the name of hands and hearts and heads
the laughs we've had and the tears we've shed
we must rebuke the lies we're fed
and seek the love within instead
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Opening
The slightest of bending
the softness of mercy
a heart inching open
words uttered less tersely
Showing up now as human
be it ever so subtle
Listening with ears open
not just forming rebuttals
Not a pouring emotion
just a blossoming fairness
Choosing words with a purpose
not dismissive and careless
With the stiffness of hinges
that crackle with rust
We can open that fortress
and build a new trust
Though our differences stand
let our barrier be rended
for this battle is known
for the joy it has ended
the softness of mercy
a heart inching open
words uttered less tersely
Showing up now as human
be it ever so subtle
Listening with ears open
not just forming rebuttals
Not a pouring emotion
just a blossoming fairness
Choosing words with a purpose
not dismissive and careless
With the stiffness of hinges
that crackle with rust
We can open that fortress
and build a new trust
Though our differences stand
let our barrier be rended
for this battle is known
for the joy it has ended
Monday, May 30, 2016
Let your imagination teach you
You can learn from wonder
You can grow from dreams
You can learn to see the world
for more them what it seems
You can tell a story
You can sing a song
You can paint a picture
that makes joy last twice as long
You can find a hideout
You can find a heart
You can find a friend
who will rejoice your hidden parts
You can grow from dreams
You can learn to see the world
for more them what it seems
You can tell a story
You can sing a song
You can paint a picture
that makes joy last twice as long
You can find a hideout
You can find a heart
You can find a friend
who will rejoice your hidden parts
Labels:
expression,
friendship,
fun,
kid friendly,
kid safe,
learning,
life lessons,
poem
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Solace
Crawl into my arms
Safe from all the others
Hidden from the harm
Just forget how life can smother
Bring me all your tears
I'll wipe them from your eyes
The guilt, regret, and fear
that leaves you paralyzed
I'll hold you close to me
til all the tears have cried
and search then for the you
that has languished deep inside
Safe from all the others
Hidden from the harm
Just forget how life can smother
Bring me all your tears
I'll wipe them from your eyes
The guilt, regret, and fear
that leaves you paralyzed
I'll hold you close to me
til all the tears have cried
and search then for the you
that has languished deep inside
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The Hand
Once extended in friendship
the hand is now fractured
swelling and throbbing,
black with annoyances
blue with the facade.
The next visit a bandage
that will become ratty and brown
further infecting the break
the crippled hand is my evidence
my reminder that nothing lasts forever
The splint a restriction
doing nothing for the pain
only holding the bone
in a crooked place
so that healing is moot
My stunted hand is weak
it cannot carry
it cannot lift
it cannot even wave
it simply dangles lifeless
helpless
This puppet hand
wanting to grasp
wanting to hold
wanting to feel
but failing at all tasks
This dead weight
unable to let go
unable to throw it aside
unable to rid myself of it
so dead it shall hang.
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