The man hit a wall. He struggled to juggle
the trouble that came his way. He tried
and tried. He was close to giving up.
He finally said “enough is enough”
He sucked it up. He toughened up.
The man got back on the horse.
He was back on course. He opened
a new door. Yeah, the man hit a wall,
but he hit his second wind. He pushed
through and did what he had to do.
He knew it would be hard, but he did
not stop. The man will never stop
until he rises, again, to the top.
Days pass by, and the petals
fly. In a glorious garden, life
slows down; I can now zero
in on sounds that have yet
to be heard. I look around.
I see vibrant colors and shapes.
Without thought, birds and bees
survey the land. Abundant motion
surrounds a restless soul. I see
trees dance above a strong ground.
Coexisting with each other, all forms
of life carry on with no concern.
Not asking to be born, I learn to ask
how to live a life without keeping
track of all that I lack. I ask flowers
what it feels like to be pulled, planted,
cut, watered, and given away. I pluck
a flower in the midst of April showers,
and I begin pulling petals. One by one,
under the justified sun, I start pulling
petals. “She loves me. She loves me not”.
Asking questions that go unanswered.
After another question, the flower
was naked, missing its petals. Because
of my questioning, the flower’s beauty
is missing. I destroyed something due
to me not believing. I knew that my
doubt washed all the beauty out.
I lay the flower stem on the dirt,
and I realize my questions did
nothing but cause pain and hurt.
Today, I got carried away.
Instead of work, I play.
Sometimes I forget to live
without stress. The older
I get, the shorter the days.
Today, I got carried away
from what I was doing.
Half the time, I don’t know
which direction to go.
The other half of the time,
I don’t know if I should
go outside or stay in
and hide. These long legs
carry me away. One point
to the next. Feeling blessed
in my chest, I hold my head
high. I look to the sky. I see
wings carry birds away.
I feel the wind chill my skin.
I can count on my days
getting carried away.
My mind might stray, yet
my body will stay. Blue
skies littered with birds
help me find the words
needed to carry me away.
I look ahead and know that
one day, blues fade to black.
Let’s rock slow and steady.
Easy does it. Nice and slow.
There’s no rush when there
is nowhere to go. Slowly
moving into the unknown.
No need to speed. Let it be.
Slow and steady; I’m always
ready. Life can be heavy,
and when it rains, it pours.
I keep going steady. I move
with the current. Slowly,
I work my way towards
a new day. I keep going,
slow and steady – I think
to myself. I wonder if all
will be well. Who knows?
Really, only time will tell.
Gone with the wind; we fly away today.
We knew we would not stay. It is hard to
say which way we are going or how fast
the wind is blowing. With no signs showing,
curiosity starts growing. The ways that we face
the days can dictate the rate at which we go.
Before we know it, things, times, people,
will be gone. Before long, we will learn
life’s unwavering song. As time flies, the sun
will rise just like the tide. There is no need to hide
when we seek the time to understand both
day and night. Gone, but never forgotten.
Here I am to feel fresh – never rotten.
Anyhow, I feel as if the wind blew me
out of my shoes. Now, I stay gone. I left to go
on a right path. Now, I have gone and found
a piece of peace: a life on the bright side.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 