......words can look deep into the windows of our soul
and grab a hold
of buried emotions
Eradicating lying myths and notions
Incorrect perceptions
That shape into wrong directions
Can also inspire
Can so lift you higher
Can caress
Can fill the void of loneliness
Can raise self esteem
Can bring back to life
abandoned dreams
Can make us laugh till it hurts our belly
And make our legs feel weak as jelly
Can arouse anger
And tempt lust
Can turn a friendship into dust
Can sooth
the bruised
the troubled soul
Can put back on course a shipwrecked goal
Can repair
Can change despair
Into a new song
Of joy and hope
Can help the weary one to cope
Words can cut deeper than a surgeons knife
Can cut off life
Used in evil hands
Can make demands
Taking you where you don’t want to go
Exposing what there is no need to show
Yet can whisper melodies of love in longing ears
Can dismantle haunting fears.....
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......I want to know you
The great person that lives inside
The real you not the one that
I’m speaking and listening to
I want to know the mind
The great
That shapes
Your character traits
Your kindness
Your love
Your triumphs
Even your defiance
Things that make you laugh
Cry
Angry
Your flaws
Things that cause
You to want to make a difference
I want to listen to your heart beat
You may have designer shoes on your feet
But where do those feet walk you to?
What obstacles have you walked through?
What walls of adversity have you overcome?
What races have you fallen behind in
yet pursued even if you haven’t won?
I don’t want to know what you have or
what you can give me materialistically
These things will fade and cannot go beyond the grave
I want to know what legacy you‘ll leave in me
Coming from generations of the Kings and Queens of our history
The scientists inventors and leaders from the past
Who did not stay silent but burned a trail
So you could stand tall and laugh
At those who say you can’t
Who left a trail to remind you
That no one should define you
So when you say “Take a look at me”
You aren’t saying it with your lips
You’re not announcing it with your hips
It’s not your muscles that will make me stare
It’s the aura you leave in the atmosphere
A sense of progression
A sense of boldness
Integrity
Empowering me
Encouraging me
To grab a hold of my own destiny
A sense of you compelling and pushing me
Helping me to realise my dreams as a reality....
I want to know you
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SUCCESS ‘N POETRY
Success in life
is it simply about
The grandeur of the home one owns
or status of the car one drives?
Or could it be the ability
to cope with adversity
That is inevitably part of one's reality
Is it the extent of our articulation?
Or one’s achievements in Education
The size of our financial portfolio
Or the contacts we have and the people we know?
Oh - and when these things simply don’t add up
When you feel trapped by the very things they say make you free
In steps poetry
Poetry for decades has been evidenced in ways
That when we feel hopeless and undone
Has risen to overcome
Setbacks trauma and trials
Unleashed in a second or which have fostered for a while
And for many along life's way
Poetry has been the expressed expression
That has helped people to stay
And hold on with relief and some cheer
When the band has stopped playing
When pain or shame is difficult to overcome
And one can only hear
the silent thunder of the drums
Poetry has become the umbrella in the rain
Helped me to be resolute despite the pain
Helped to undo the confusion
Create truth out of delusion
Make sense of the idiotic
Pulled the big picture out of the microscopic
Repaired consuming family feuding
Helped ease lost love's grief
Helped caged anger to be calmly released
Resolved a growing disfunction
Released an incredible unction
To be free to explore and let the mind open a creative door
letting nonchalant emotions travel
And unravel the
complexities that cause stress.
Could success
be framed as finding happiness in the now and not in the morrow
The positive silver lining bursting out from bowels of sorrow
The motivation to keep propelling
Pessimism dispelling?
Is success found in the passion to live out your calling
Trying again despite each failure and intermittent stalling
reaching for a distant future based on more than ‘they’ allow you to reach for
but refusing to ignore
the richness of what we have attained before?
Dig deep with an open heart and you will see
Poetry is you and poetry is me
Let it run free
and don’t settle for less
because only you should define your success
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