Bitter In the Winter of Your Discontent
If you know a love sought,
Isn't where you are.
And has not been.
When will you awaken,
From that wishful thinking?
You attend with repeated heartbreaking.
Again and again.
What point are you really making?
You wish to receive warm hugs,
On faces quick with grins.
What season of life,
Have you found yourself stuck in?
If you know a love sought,
Isn't where you are.
And has not been...
You either neither need it!
Or...
You are frozen with resentment,
Bitter in the Winter of your discontent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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New Season
My season has ended, and so a new one begins.
Winter's old death, turning into spring's new life.
Sleeping flowers awaken, unleashing the beauty that lay dormant.
A bitter chill, to a warm breeze.
A wailing howling wind, to the peaceful sounds of birds chirping.
Frosts grip loosens and turns to morning dew.
Embracing what was once taken for granted.
Life, love and liberty.
Life once overlooked, now life looked over.
Love once ignored, now love is explored.
A prisoner once chained to mind,
Now liberated, my spirit roams free.
The new season brings new rules.
Not the rules of my old existence,
But the rules of universal love.
For my love to be true,
My life must be as well.
As it is love's experience,
That emerges from life's journey.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Wishful Thinking
Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
What would we be without wishful thinking
Chambers of chains
With red plastic mouths
The inside of outside
No one has found
How to unring the bell
It's just as well
The turntable sizzles
Casting the spells
The pressure devices
Hell in a nutshell
Is any song worth singing
If it doesn't help
Fill up your mind with all it can know
Don't forget that your body will let it all go
Fill up your mind with all it can know
'Cause what would love be without wishful thinking
Open your arms as far as they will go
We take off your dress
An embarrassing poem
Was written when I was alone
In love with you
I shook down those lines
To shine up the streets
I got up off my hands and knees
To thank my lucky stars that you're not me
What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking
What would we be without wishful thinking
song performed by by Wilco
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Long Lost Love and Winter Chills
The frost that bites my nose and the turning blue of toes,
The rose, the snow she spills,
Lost love and winter chills.
The Christmas lights that twinkled, happy smiles from happy people,
Winter moon she beckons still,
Long lost love and winter chills.
The ragged tramp alone, in a doorway does bemoan,
Alas for the tinsel thrills,
Farewell to love and winter chills.
The time that Christ was born, another child, a frozen morn,
A world of bitter pills,
Long lost love and winter chills.
That winter night did pass, and found frozen to a glass,
His hands did clutch a memory, of a child and a life now passed,
No kindness shall be found, cardboard box upon the ground,
Just a distant crow shall shrill and far away upon a hill,
A beating heart shall banish forth, lost love and winter chills.
poem by Fergus Michael Condron
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Wishful Thinking
Written by Travis Tritt & Gary Rossington
When you told me you were leaving
Girl I didn't believe a word
'Cause to think that you'd walk out on me
Just sounded too absurd
I'd like to change the things I did
That tore our love apart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part
Chorus:
Well I'm hoping and I'm praying
You'll give me one more try
'Cause it's an awful price I'm paying
With the tear drops that I've cried
I guess I should have listened
If I had only been that smart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part
I found out it's the little things
That made our house a home
You'd be surprised how much I've learned
Every day since you've been gone
But I wished I'd learned that lesson
Before it broke my heart
But that's just wishful thinking on my part
Chorus
Well that's just wishful thinking on my part
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Wishful Heart
Wishful Heart
Wishful Heart
How much pain can you endure?
Hurt you til there's nothing left.. Love Again?
Are you sure?
All the times you stay hopeful to it all
You know very well in the end you always fall
Wishful Heart
Wishful Heart
Are you a fool?
Love the one who will never love you
Broke into a million pieces
some stolen along the way
you care too much
Though they abuse
Still you stay; Pretend covers your bruises
Wishful Heart
Wishful Heart
Where do I begin?
Want to mend you
But you wont give in
afraid of what love just may do
you close your eyes
& pray to god
that this is true.
Wishful Heart
Wishful Heart
Oh I love you so
Not enough to heal your scars
but enough to sew your wounds
I promise, one day you'll have a new start.
Sweet Dreams... Wishful Heart Wishful Heart
poem by LeighAnna Williams
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Birth of the Warrior
Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Night of Dreary
Night of Dreary
By: Adam M. Snow
The moon beams upon roses of blood;
to those who sought the everlasting flood.
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
Tis be my night of dreary wonder;
all and all why did I blunder?
In the dark I must lie;
for all things must truly die.
So let the voices echo in the night;
telling me whether or not I should fight.
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
Why, oh why did I left my body so cold;
all alone with no sight to behold?
Who am I now for I am someone who is lost?
For nevermore is my soul cold like frost.
Twas upon this night of dreary;
that my essence was cold and weary.
I see the shadows coming for me;
though I not know what the curse may be.
Could it be that this is the end;
that there's nothing left for me to fend?
It is this night that I sought and wander;
for everything I've done, I've stopped to ponder.
Will I awaken or will I die?
This is the night that I cry.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Behold, an Eskimo Kingdom.
Eskimos live on caribou,
Fish, berries, whales and seals.
Hard biscuits and tea warm ‘em
Other than what had from nature.
What a delicacy when blended
Caribou meat, seal oil and
Artic berries with ice flakes,
‘Akutok' their creamy delight!
Snow dwellings in winter,
Tents of skins on summer,
Eskimos called both an Igloo!
Their Chief had to be skilled,
In hunting or Fishing, whom
Advises sought when needed.
Brave hunters and gatherers
By nature, moved in groups,
When seasons changed, for
Life's course for every race
Is different in many a ways!
Their bodies covered by skins
Of Polar bear, fox, seals
And Caribou kept them warm
In their Frozen kingdom!
Huskies drawn sleds to slide
Over, Kayak for single hunter
And Umiaks to carry families
Across the icy waters, were
Their conveyance natural.
Wild whales when appear
Eskimo group would hunt
With skill and might sheer,
A survival on frozen thorns!
Stories that have traversed
Generations on drum beats
Made them dance during
Winter nights for hours long.
Responsible valorous men
Gathered food for families
When women made clothes
And cooked for their men.
Fur-bearing fox and bear
Were hunted for skin, fish
And seal for flesh, in ocean,
Rivers and streams all seasons.
Sought aid of‘Shamans' to make
Spirits appear to cure when sick,
Ensure a good hunting and
To control the weather hostile.
Even in their frozen minds
Forms of art had its place,
With many available stuff
Had manifestation of skills.
A brother Eskimo grins on
Looking at his FB screen,
By the frozen Greenland or
Siberia, Alaska or Canada!
Might be in pursuit of new
Techniques for hunting,
Shaping, shearing, sailing
Still with his Sealskin boots on!
poem by Tajudeen Shah
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Then And Now
THEN
He loved her, and through many years,
Had paid his fair devoted court,
Until she wearied, and with sneers
Turned all his ardent love to sport.
That night within his chamber lone,
He long sat writing by his bed
A note in which his heart made moan
For love; the morning found him dead.
NOW
Like him, a man of later day
Was jilted by the maid he sought,
And from her presence turned away,
Consumed by burning, bitter thought.
He sought his room to write--a curse
Like him before and die, I ween.
Ah no, he put his woes in verse,
And sold them to a magazine.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Love you love!
Love u love for the love you gave
love u love for the love time we had
love u love for our lovely fights
love u love for always getting right
love u love for the tempestuous thoughts
love u love for the happiness I got
love u love for your support
love u love for loving me a lot.
love u love for teaching me to smile
love u love for your every style
love u love for teaching me love
love u love for making me beloved
love u love for loving me
love u love for always living with me
love u love for completing my life
love u love for solving every strife
love u love for keeping me warm
love u love for giving rest in your arms
love u love for your kisses and hugs
love u love for getting me addicted to you as drugs.
© Chitresh Jhawar
poem by Chitresh Jhawar
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The Quest
I sought Him on the purple seas,
I sought Him on the peaks aflame;
Amid the gloom of giant trees
And canyons lone I called His name;
The wasted ways of earth I trod:
In vain! In vain! I found not God.
I sought Him in the hives of men,
The cities grand, the hamlets gray,
The temples old beyond my ken,
The tabernacles of to-day;
All life that is, from cloud to clod
I sought. . . . Alas! I found not God.
Then after roamings far and wide,
In streets and seas and deserts wild,
I came to stand at last beside
The death-bed of my little child.
Lo! as I bent beneath the rod
I raised my eyes . . . and there was God.
poem by Robert William Service
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Elusiveness of Love
oh Divine love, Oh divine love,
why do thee seem elusive,
why do thee seem so difficult to be found,
people sought for Nirvana, Moksha, salavation and a handful of them attain it,
but oh dear love, thee seems elusive in thine eyes,
reflection of my younger days tells me of love and its great works,
wherein i read of love overwhelming over evrything,
as i read my Holy book 'The Bible', it tells me of the love which never failed,
love being kind,
love being gentle,
love being not self seeking,
love being not rebellious,
love being not rude,
and love standing all the test of time...
and believing love was created by God to triumph over hate, despise, envy, discontent, resentment, slanders,
conspires, rebellism, covetousness, trails, tribulations......
those great words drives me to the land of imaginations,
and i fancy myself of being a part of love and a guardian,
i' am old enough now,
and i love,
and i stand in that same phase,
which i fancied once as a child,
but the heroism of the fantasy land doesn't seem to work on me as of now,
as i stand, i shiver and shudder,
cause love don't love thee,
love don't embrace thee,
love afflicts thee,
love agonize thee,
love leads me to anguishness,
but i still try to stand,
though love don't love thee,
cos i believe one day love will triumph,
love and love will remain,
when everything perishes,
how great love is,
though seems elusive.
though seems elusive.
poem by Sukkum Chang
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Love Knows The Way Home
We’ve had full abundance
Now is the time for modesty
Love is pulling us back to school
Love wants us free of resentment
Love wants us to release impulses
Misguiding, confusing our souls
We’re asleep
Yet
Saints keep sprinkling water on our faces
Love reveals what we need to know soon enough
Then we shall awaken…
ROTMS
(Inspired by Rumi)
poem by Ray Lucero
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Sonnet: God Decides Our Earthly-life
I sought a dollar, got a penny just;
I sought a penny, found dollar instead;
I sought a lover, got a load of lust;
I sought but lust yet, got a soul to wed.
The things we seek, don't happen in our time;
The things we search are found neither our way;
The things we see, we cannot always mime;
The things we want, we get some other day.
Man's labour long and plans evade fruition;
God's blessings come just like a waterfall;
The ways of God defies any diction;
He cares for all creatures mighty and small.
Our patience gives us success or defeat,
A man who's blest can walk life-time bare-feet.
poem by John Celes
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Stuck Thinking of You
I’ve tried so very hard, tried all I can
But it just ain’t the same again
I feel so tired and down
Don’t feel like up and running round
I’m flustered in what I do
I’m stuck thinking of you
I try to imagine your face
But the pieces won’t stay in place
I try to remember your pretty figure
But all it does is make my longing bigger
I’m feeling sick through and through
I’m stuck thinking of you
I want to stare into your eyes
Pick you up and hold you nigh
Hear your voice, feel your heart
Stay together, never again to part
With you, the hours seem few
I’m stuck thinking of you
I spend hours in dreaming land
Walking through meadows, holding your hand
Anticipating when I see you again
Distracted and wishful till then
Thinking of things for you I’ll do
I’m stuck thinking of you
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Love 's Terrain
At what point was our love
checked into the Found and Lost?
Who declared it without an owner
and turned it in?
Who turned it down
at the Lost and Found?
Who came to make a claim?
I did;
but they said
it took two.
Was it lost in your eyes?
Was is boredom
or other eyes
which sought you?
Were my eyes not seeing enough;
seeing too much.
Was it lost in your fears and failings?
At what point did
love commit suicide
fall down
to gravity
and dissolve away?
Was it a word?
A gesture?
A Look?
A Circumstance?
A fault on our emotional terrain?
which cracked rumbled
and swallowed my soul whole?
How many question marks
will it take?
To know?
Even if I knew
would I go
to the Found and Lost
and even if our love was there
on the Found Shelf
would I then decide
not to make a claim
and leave it there
anyway?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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In that winter season
Praise the gods
and blessed I was,
when I found you
in that winter season.
Chill and coldness
was around us,
but your touch
was hotter than fire.
When I found you,
I found everything
that I wanted
and your love,
turned my life
from winter into spring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Keep me warm
A winter day will sometimes bring me the
flu, but I always wait on the blazing sun that
rises every now and then in winter season,
warm sunshine, warm you are, every morning
you bring your life, your lucent light warm up my
fingers, my face my body, sometimes my nose I
can't feel, but you indulge my face and warm my
cold days, your risen in winter season is like
seen you giving birth to life, winter, winter wont
give me the blues, nor make my days gloomy,
there will always be you cheerful and bright,
my mornings you bring the gift of sunlit, a glint
of sunshine can make me feel blessed,
unalterable you are, sovereign, enigmatic
and brilliant to all beings.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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I Will Not Be Sharing That Kind of Mindset to Obsess
Not here to deal with those,
With thoughts of a lowered life.
Those who can not appreciate others.
But find themselves embittered...
With circumstances they do not like.
We all make choices.
And everyday,
There are obstacles in everyone's way.
But I care not to choose to see those on my path.
To accuse someone else...
Why theirs seem easier than mine to pass!
I'm not here to experience that kind of harrassment.
Or slither with an evilness.
Because someone has found that's what they do best.
I will not be sharing that kind of mindset to obsess.
I have found my peace of mind.
And those like that...
Can kiss my behind!
Not here to deal with those,
With thoughts of a lowered life.
But I will 'moon' anyone...
Who believes my happiness is theirs for the taking.
To shatter and spoil,
To add to a turmoil that would satisfy their heartbreaking.
I do not seek those companions on my path!
Or become asphyxiated by those who are out to bait.
To satiate their point of view...
That their outlook sought is for lives to trash.
I'm not having that as my existence.
And resisting the need to be tempted!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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