I used to hate dresses,
The feeling of air blowing onto my legs and the need for sandals.
I hated the way my light blonde leg hair would shine so brightly in the sun.
High schoolers were so scary,
Taller than me, bigger than me, more mature.
Now I am that high schooler and I still feel that way about them.
I’ve always been the smallest girl on the field, in the classroom, on stage.
It gnaws at me because it is unchangeable.
Unchangeable in ways I would do anything for.
Gone are the days of running around on the playground,
Now are the days of straightened hair and perfect outfits.
Girlhood hits like a train, ending the non-gender conforming ways of childhood imagination.
Pre-conceived notions and unachievable expectations.
I used to be afraid to perform.
But that’s what girlhood is.
The sun is unchangeable until the moon whispers solace hymns of doubt.
His mind was made up
Opinion unchangeable
Irreversibly fixed
Until he met a femme fatale
With wily tricks
He came around as easy as fiddle sticks
Every event carries purpose, hidden deep within.
Waiting for the right moment to reveal its true intent.
Realizing ignorance is to blame for actions wishing to be undone.
Unaware of the outcome, when consequences are spun.
Regrets of the past linger, unchangeable and stark,
Echoes of our actions, leaving an indelible mark.
We often fail to see the cost of love pushed aside,
Only to face the aftermath, where our broken hearts reside.
We flip through pages of pain, the weight of our transgressions.
And find our hollow apologies lack any real confessions.
Desperate whispers of remorse, falling on deaf ears.
Failed attempts lay pleading for someone just to hear.
The hands lay criminal, in the fires that we’ve made.
Consequences surround our actions, awaiting to be paid.
In every scar, there’s wisdom, in every fear a clue,
To cherish what is precious, and hold it close to you.
10. “I, the One only, am all this, beyond space and continuous. How can I see the Self as visible or hidden?”
11. “Thus you are One. Why then do you not understand -
that you are the unchangeable One, equally perceived in all?
O mighty One, how can you, who are ever-shining, unrestricted, think of day and night?”
we are containerised in form
and hemmed in by space-time
yet deep within cave of our heart
resounds God’s sublime bliss chime
we tip toe in therein in staid silence
bereft of thought our eye is single
undifferentiated is awareness
as bliss pheromones mingle
all manifestations disappear
we peer through the pores space
light of Self renews itself within itself
truth is known by benediction of grace
in truth the false that died never was
the ego is but an earth life interface
all that is is but light of Self alone
holding reflections in embrace
Abiding balance cadence dap ease facility gems handle
Illuminate jasper keep language magnanimous
Never oblige people qualify raise sage
Take unchangeable values waken
Xenophobia-not yank zealotry
Was here yesterday morning, disappeared this afternoon
Gone a certain aegis, like the wearing off of perfume
See nothing can last forever, time elopes with esprit
Winds of change unchangeable, mother nature’s a banshee
I don’t want to think about tomorrow, no… not just yet
Trying to cling onto some zeitgeist, it fades I forget
Memories and pictures pique me, dreams I can second guess
Moments are all but snuffed out, building up to more duress
Coming apart at the seams, disintegration follows
My need to retrieve zest, pukes up bits I cannot swallow
I’m just a trier who failed, however that’s not the point
Takes a man to face his losses, sorry to disappoint
And in the end we all know it, life’s our true living hell
Next week I’ll be back in heaven, to its one prison cell
in and as
that primal vibration
with exists without breath
self-existent and the very source
of the beginning, middle and ending of form
the creation, sustenance and annihilation of manifestation
presence beholds the spectacle of being and non being
upon the imaginary canvas of space and time
within which all appears and disappears
mirroring the glory of the Absolute Self
in myriad bubbles within bubbles
enriching the unchangeable
by the magic of love
27-May-2023
My mind mainly meanders where I yearn –
A universe where I cannot return,
To lament my life’s unchangeable truth
And exhume choicest corpses of my youth.
Maundering 'midst marshmallow memories
Seeking past life to savor and restore.
Dully shuffling worn cards of yesterday,
To deal winning hands I can never play.
Marshmallow memories circling as pi,
Swirling with desires destined not to die.
Memory's garden does not need my care,
Mowing spring lawns that are no longer there.
4/10/2023
“The universe is transformation; life is opinion.” ~~Marcus Aurelius~~
He was the last of the five, good Roman emperors. His reign was one of great tranquility….he has symbolized the….“Golden Age of the Roman Empire”
for many generations in the West.
you may not like it
this is the way the world is
let the good times roll
acceptance is your gift
changing the unchangeable
is grief and madness
life is your journey
transformation is to know
that you do not know
our minds just run us
answers are the booby prize
serve others with joy
2/26/2023
We are taught, truth is relative.
But when students are caught cheating,
We slap them with a failing grade.
The truth seems to really matter.
False details on a resume
Can get an employee fired.
A cheating spouse could be divorced
After all, truth really matters.
People found guilty of a crime
Are punished with jail time or fines.
We teach our kids to tell the truth
So then, the truth really matters.
But who determines what is truth?
The government or society?
If it is them, the truth could change,
and it then would be relative.
God is the only source of truth,
His nature is unchangeable.
The laws He makes, they never change.
His truth endures from age to age.
You shall not steal, His law declares
That’s why it’s wrong to cheat and steal.
You shall not kill, His law commands
That’s why it’s wrong to slay a “man.”
Were this not true, where would we be?
Two plus two could well equal three.
There may not be, no black or white
but fifty shades of ghoulish gray.
It’s time to stop the foolish talk
about truth being relative
and cancel alternative truth
Because the truth really matters
“The universe is transformation; life is opinion.”
~~Marcus Aurelius~~
Marcus Aurelius was the last of the five, good Roman
emperors. His reign was one of great tranquility….he
has symbolized the….“Golden Age of the Roman Empire”
……..for many generations in the West!
you may not like it
this is the way the world is
let the good times roll
acceptance is your gift
changing the unchangeable
is grief and madness
life is your journey
transformation is to know
that you do not know
our minds just run us
answers are the booby prize
serve others with joy
12/5/2022
*Acknowledgement to Elena Eagle*
for notifying me of spelling error that
was in the title.
Correction made at 7:45 am 12/5/2022
Sincere apologies to all M
Some yearn for the return of friendlier times,
a time when innocence was valued:
and computers didn't run our lives.
But change is the catalyst for improvement:
and time is the crucible that creates change.
Unlike an unshaped tomorrow;
yesterday was molded into permanence
and, thus, unchangeable.
As memories sweeten with age:
images of youth, retrieved from fond thoughts,
are brought to the forefront of our minds.
Life is a series of memories.
And though they're not always joyful:
they are, nonetheless, welcomed.
Unlike the emotions they evoke,
conflicting feelings feel insignificant.
Yet, how we deal with them
shapes the way we choose to live.
Upon opening our eyes for the first time at birth,
we experienced a world filled with emotions;
like trust, fear, anger, love, and hope.
But love stood apart from the others,
penetrating reality's shadow;
and guiding our hearts toward our souls.
As we age, we yearn to return to a time
when innocence was considered a virtue.
Time is a progression of experiences;
today guides us toward tomorrow's discoveries
while yesterday is woven into permanence,
and thus, unchangeable.
Memories, like a fine wine, sweeten with age;
images of youth garnered from favored thoughts,
bring nostalgia to the forefront of our minds;
where we experience them once again.
Life is a series of memories;
and although they're not always pleasant,
they are welcomed nonetheless.
Time gives us notice that life is temporary;
gradually reminding us of our mortality,
and yet, we are eternal souls.
Baby steps taught us to walk,
and soon, we were running marathons.
When we first opened our eyes,
we beheld a physical world of wonder,
imagination, trust, love, and hope.
But love stands apart from other feelings;
for penetrating reality's shadow
with its light,
it defines our humanity.
He tried to change the unchangeable.
Came to his senses…
And found himself changed, instead.
Bite Size poem no.36 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier |
Date: 18-02-2022
Placed: Honourable Mention
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