#69
Grateful
I am grateful for the Sun
That gives me warmth and grows my food
I am grateful for its light to see
The kaleidoscope imbued
In me
I am grateful for the Earth
Where stardust merged in eons gone
Before we crawled and walked and ran
It offered habitat at the dawn
Of Man
I am grateful for the Journey
Of enlightenment that started at my birth
And set the ticking course I've known
In finite Time upon this Earth
Alone
I am grateful and give thanks
To One, if One was there so long ago
Who might have planned me from the start
Though I have choice, and I may go
Apart
Giving Thanks
I'm thankful for isolation, socialization, and meditation-and all that has made me strong.
I'm thankful for love in my life, having made it through strife, and that I still feel like singing the song.
I'm thankful for every new day, my friends and their ways and all things that make me laugh.
I'm thankful for words that I read, common sense, flower seeds, and challenges that don't break me in half.
I'm thankful for music and light, nature and flight, blueness and roses and mystery.
I'm thankful for children and dogs, clear days, misty fogs, kindness and cherries and history.
I'm thankful for Joseph and Olivia, interesting trivia, and the passion that lives in my soul.
I'm thankful for intelligent folks, soft runny egg yolks, and that so far I'm healthy and whole.
*And on this Thanksgiving Day - my wish is that everyone feels blessed in some way. Happy Thanksgiving!
Happy Thanksgiving, Aidan, and all the others who have made this thread a joy.
Thanksgiving wishes to my A2K Muses
To those who are witty, and those who amuse us
The intelligent ones, and those common sense souls
Who answer the questions and fill in the holes
To all the sweet ladies and gents on this site
Have a wonderful holiday feast tonight.
Thank you and a Happy Thanksgiving to all of you too
I Try
I know I can't fly,
At least I can try,
In spite of it I carry on,
And find a star to wish upon.
I can't run that fast,
But I'll be steadfast,
And I'll see it through to the end,
No I won't break, but I will bend.
I don't jump real high,
Up into the sky,
But I will never question why,
I try --my whole life is hereby.
#70
At day's end, when the last guest exits the door,
The last dish is washed, the crumbs swept from the floor
We blow out the candles and turn off the light
We gather the kittens and say goodnight
Carlotta have you tried selling your short poems for cards? They are very good for cards. Card companies are looking for people to write for them all the time.
Thanks, A-E. I mostly write for fun!
#71
Sleepwalker
Sleepwalking the part
Performing a virtual play
Speaking words that ears won't hear
Hearing what no one will say
Time ends, the mind bends
Through keyholes at shadowy doors
Another reality just beyond reach
A speechless, weightless
Sleepwalker's world
Where I dwell
My Elevator
Riding on the elevator,
Up and down, I can never tell,
Which one leads to my creator,
And which one is the path to Hell.
I'm riding the elevator,
I'm going slowly to my end,
But tell me which is the greater,
To go up high or to descend.
In life, on the elevator,
I'm in the places in between,
I may get to my floor later,
And see the things I've never seen,
Trying, my course to make straighter,
And riding on my elevator.
#72
The Cipher
Where is the key to the cipher?
The solution to the puzzle?
The exit from this labyrinth?
I yearn to crack the secret code
That guards the hidden world.
Others have, I know, but
When I put the clues together
I still have far to go.
Here's the thing, I wonder
In the search for the one right answer
Will all the rest be wrong?
What if I have the key to the cipher,
And I've had it all along?
Yet, perhaps there is no answer
Will the endless game go on
And on and on?
Does anybody know?
#73
Finding Merry
Gray, sickening mind numbing gray
Settling down on me day after day
The fog and the rain and the sky are lost
In pabulum hues with a touch of frost
Seeping through cracks and chinks, the toll
Of miserable grayness touches my soul
With depression, for escape is a folly
I'd take to my bed if it weren't for holly
Glossy green leaves and a bright red berry
Outside the window, makes me merry.
#74
Loss
How long can grief go on
Consuming joy and wringing tears
Until there are no more tears to shed?
This loss does not grow less
With days, or weeks, or years
But settles like an unhappy weight
Inside the soul, hidden
While little gains and triumphs
Fill the void and numb the pain
With forgetfulness
But always comes the day
When strangers look with your eyes
And passersby come walking your walk
And the knowledge of the Loss
Grows real again
Sorry you seem to be feeling sad Carlotta.
( ignore this if it doesn't apply, but if it does, I hope you feel better soon).
all my poems are in french
Dont worry, Misspatatra. We sometimes do things like this :
Poème
Francis wrote:Dont worry, Misspatatra. We sometimes do things like this :
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where can i post my poems? here...or create a new post?
If you intend to post it in French, better create a new thread...
