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What to me is a friend?
Someone who doesn't pretend
They're true to my face
My faults they embrace
They'll stay with me to the end
They share my joy and pain
Through sunshine and rain
They cry when I'm sad
And laugh when I'm glad
Don't care if I'm timid or vain
So where do I find one of these?
Don't grow on bushes like peas
Right here in you
My friend ever true
We surf life's stormy seas
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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When I was young
I wondered why
I couldn't reach up
And touch the sky
I thought I only
Had to grow tall
Couldn't reach it
'cause I was too small
But then I grew up
And came to understand
The sky wasn't something
You could touch with your hand
My longing to touch
The stars diminished
And I felt my dream
Was truly finished
But now I find
Since I've grown old
My dreams have changed
No longer raw and bold
The longing wasn't wrong
It was something true
On a different plane
It's what I needed to do
Don't lose your dreams
Whatever they be
I'll tell you a secret
Between you and me
Every dream is needed
To lead to the true
Place in your life
To be truly you
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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Time continues to slip past.
Like a river, a never-ending stream of micro seconds passing by.
You can't slow it down.
You can't halt it.
No matter how much you try to hold it back
It is still slipping past you at exactly the same rate.
No matter how much make-up you cover yourself with
No matter how many facials you have
No matter how much botox you inject into yourself
No matter how many youth promoting pills you take
No matter how many health kicks you follow
No matter how many operations you have
No matter how many vaccines you have
The minutes tick by at the same rate for us all.
And every human on earth
Will reach the moment when the clock of time will stop ticking for them.
Moral.
Enjoy life instead of wasting it.
Spend more real time with your family and friends instead of being at the gym.
Play with your kids /grandkids instead of jogging, trying to keep your figure.
Tell your memories and achievements to your kids and grandkids, who it will actually matter to, instead of sharing on Facebook or whatever social media you use.
Spend your money on creating happy moments with your loved ones instead of beauty products.
Get outside and appreciate nature more instead of killing it with chemicals.
Own that beautiful grey hair instead of killing yourself with toxic dyes.
Be proud of those stretch marks, they are proof that you've been privileged to have given birth, instead of being ashamed of an imperfect body.
Love those wrinkles, every one of them is a map of the life you've lived, instead of creating a mask of lies with make-up.
Embracing aging makes you more youthful than anything else on this planet.
Loving life brings more happiness and peace.
You feel more energetic which brings about more natural exercise throughout the day.
Your wrinkles are from smiling, which is a heart warming beauty that only age can create.
The spring in your step comes from the freedom of being wholly yourself.
Release from the burden of a judgemental world of people, forever putting others down in order to make themselves feel better, is the ultimate freedom.
Freedom is the most successful youth promoting medicine available.
And guess what.
IT'S FREE.
Be true to your true self.
You will love yourself better.
Throw yourself a practice wake.
Have a grand party with only those you want there.
None of those "I'm here to pay my respects" but never bothered to visit you people.
Only those who are important to you, who have loved you and were there for you.
You will only hear truths about yourself when they speak of you.
You're friends and family who love you, will tell about your good points and your bad points with equal gusto.
At a funeral, we by-pass anything that doesn't paint the dead with white wash.
That is not the truth of who you are.
Hear the truth of who you in the eyes of those you care about before it's too late.
Give them the chance to say what they would regret not saying when you are gone.
They will be smiling and laughing at the shared memories instead of crying.
It will be the best party of your life.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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Another day, another way
Another year, another tear
Another place, different space
Old book, new look
Old fears, new tears
Look back, different tack
Loose ends, old friends
Say goodbye, heavy sigh
Another pickle, life's fickle
Must fight, no light
Money spent, anger pent
New sun, nothing done
Seeds sown, food grown
Another hour, pretty flower
Birds tweet, so sweet
Cold frost, plants lost
Bent over, search clover
No luck, still stuck
Blue sky, can't fly
Soul bare, I care
Drugged nutter, dirty gutter
Back lane, insane
Hair lank, face blank
Empty mind, chose blind
Find peace, wars cease
Old world, flag furled
Modern world, Brain curled
No room, such gloom
Brain flop, full stop.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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The swing stands still
The seat is broken
Like my heart
With words unspoken
When other children come to play
I feel like saying "go away"
This swing belongs to a special girl
With lovely blonde hair that tends to curl
She's the girl who's in my heart
But we've been savagely dragged apart
This swing is full of memories
Of happy laughter and melodies
While I pushed you on this swing
Many a joyful song we'd sing
These songs echo in my head
And my heart fills with dread
Are you happy or are you sad?
Is your life good or are things really bad?
I wish I could be there to hug you when you sigh
To hold you close when something makes you cry
To wipe the tears from your lovely face
To bring you back to a happier place
But the system says that's wrong
Only a mother can love that strong
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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Thunderous storm
Taking form
Black cloud
Dark shroud
Dogs yowling
Wind howling
Dusty ground
Swirling round
Grasses curl
Leaves twirl
Trees rustle
People hustle
Animals flee
Kids glee
Umbrellas out
Mothers shout
I stand
Raised hand
Loving power
Heavenly shower
Lightning flash
Thunder crash
Babies cry
Mothers sigh
Up higher
Tree fire
Go hide
Inside
Watch rain
Through pane
Safe, warm
Raging storm
Passing by
Blue sky
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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I'm surviving
Biding my time
Filling my days
With words that rhyme
Living each day
As it arrives
Hoping my sanity
Still survives
I dream of the future
Such a time will come
That I will leave this place
When my lessons are done
I will move on
To the promised land
A future that is held
Within my own hand
A project being moulded
A pot being fired
I cannot explode
Or afford to be tired
God give me the strength
To survive each day
Hold me together
Till I pass away
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2024
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Come over and sit here with me
In the shade of this stately tree
I've made us a pot of herbal tea
We'll relax and watch a bumble bee
Chilling out, just you and me
Stirring our lovely cup of tea
Leave our worries all at sea
For a moment set our minds free
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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You don't know
How deep I go
How low I spiral down
You cannot see
That part of me
That somehow needs to drown
You cannot hear
My cry of fear
To face another day
You try to care
But I'm not there
I've somehow gone away
Inside my head
Already dead
Numbness my surround
I can't be reached
My mind is breached
Beneath me is no ground
But I can't seem to go
And I don't really know
What keeps me here in pain
And as I come back
The tears make a track
As they pour like heavy rain
To wet my face
As I wonder at grace
That has saved me one more time
What is it holds me here
Though still living in fear
One forward step is mine
What is this I feel
Holds like bands of steel
When my choice is to leave this pain
But something stops me going
Though the wish is ever growing
To never open my eyes again
Too many hard memories
Too many weird remedies
How am I supposed to cope
To get through the day
The only way
Is to take their chemical dope
So I continue to live
And of myself I give
In the hope that I can change
To somehow help you
And see you through
And halt my own mad derange.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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Who would believe I could be such an age
My life has turned over, page after page
So many seasons have passed me by
I understand the saying "how time doth fly"
I look in the mirror, what do I see?
Some strange old lady looking back at me
It doesn't show what I feel inside
Behind the wrinkles a younger me does hide
So much has happened in those years before
Can't be much left for me in store
The odds say for me , not much time left
When I'm gone will any be bereft?
Will any remember the things I've done
Things of joy and sorrow under the sun
Achievements and losses, highs and lows
Even I can't remember how it all goes
I've been abused and hated, pushed and shoved
Cuddled and kissed, cared for and loved
Experience must be my middle name
I've been through it all, but not to my shame
What happened to me wasn't always my choice
Though sometimes I did follow the wrong voice
But the good and the bad that happened to me
Shaped me into the person you now see
So I look in the mirror at the old face there
And I can't help feeling it's a little unfair
The spirit inside doesn't fit that sight
Though my limbs feel heavy, my heart's still light
My body is clumsy and hard to move
But in my soul my feet still groove
In my mind I dance and run free
But my tired old body won't do it for me
That image in the mirror that now looks old
Was once a young girl, brave and bold
Someone with dreams and deep fears
Someone for whom had not lapsed all these years
Someone who was lively and fair of face
But that youngster had not yet found her place
Ironically that place is here and now
And so this old lady will soon take a bow.
Copyright © Aly Bahr | Year Posted 2023
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