Come and think on this poem – A PURPOSE TO BE EARNED
You keep searching for the answers
But the answers aren’t enough
What good is searching for the answers
When the questions never stop?
There is something in the silence
The moments in between
The words that leave out of your mouth
And the visions to be seen.
What if what you’re really seeking
Isn’t answers to be learned
But rather a reason to keep asking them
A purpose to be earned.
this morning’s songbirds ~ brought with them a gentle voice ~ from across the sea — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
Please come and enjoy Walt’s beautiful poem – A LIGHT IN A WORLD OF DARKNESS
This old man
Still dreams
Of his yesterdays
And his tomorrows
His heart is filled with love
For all that has gone before
And all that is yet to be
His life has not been easy
Nor hard compared to some
His life is like his poetry
Rich and so fulfilling
He has seen the faces of the forest
Learned the courage of the wind
As he climbed where eagles fly
His truth is what he make it
He has known the silence
Of a waterfall morning
He leaves no words unsaid
He is the Keeper Of The Poetic Flame
A light in a world of darkness
~The Tennessee Poet~
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Don’t Miss Drew’s great poem – POCKET FULL OF SOLITUDE!!
pockets full of solitude
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Pockets full of solitude
accompany me
down desolate streets
as I think of you
wrapped in the silence
of your room
Red lights taunt
Like school yard bullies
Your words haunt
Every step I take
Rushed into a dead end
I should have read
the signs
Trapped in darkness
I find solace
when I imagine
your loneliness
walking hand in hand
with mine
Our purpose creates us
We are born into it
It matters not how small or big
We are meant to fulfill it.
There is much good that we do without knowing…
And unknowingly lighten the load off another
A simple smile that sends a spark of hope
A warm embrace that spirits up hearts
A share of kindness that passes ones way.
Every little bit helps make a difference to this world.
Lets care to keep being all that we are.
And do the best we can.
Because we truly can!
Savvy
Today’s Word of the Day is Incongruous.
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Wrap me in your arms
tell me your story
the guts
the glory
the trials and tribulations
the pain
the sadness
the happiness and joy
I’ll tell you
about the moments that came before you
we can work on
the ones that came after
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My hands, they are persistent.
They reach for what they want.
Yet my mind remains inconsistent.
It wanders daily to new ideals.
One day I’m a saint, a lover.
The next my palms are hidden,
In a fist of rage, a fighter.
My hands remain persistent.
Perhaps it reflects my true self.
Shame ridden, and guilty of hate.
I reach for the top shelf.
My hands remain persistent.
That shelf holds what I need.
That shelf holds what I want.
My persistent hands grab with greed.
That Good Book that gives relief.
The Reluctant Poet 