Here’s a little seasonal Halloween poem, Reign of Terror.
Reign of Terror,
the sick becomes sicker
the hungry hungrier.
Twenty million reasons
away into the night fly
while the land into the dawn cries.
Happy October!
Reign of Terror
poetry
The Golden Man
Here’s a little October poem, The Golden Man.
Fail and flail,
the madman on the golden throne.
Dreams of golden nuggets, of crowns, and crones.
Bound to Earth, Soaring High
Broken-winged eagle
fast falling, bound to Earth.
From ashes reborn.
It is About Focus and Faith
While researching, I came across the following quote, which inspired this blogpost.
“Dictatorships are one-way streets. Democracy boasts two-way traffic.” Alberto Moravia
While reading the above quote, these poetic lines came to mind.
A People’s Will
Soaring above, keen eye, unsteady flight
Eagle must rest on steady land.
Time to choose,
One way street or two-way traffic.
Alberto Moravia was an Italian writer, whom I am not familiar with or have read any of his works; however, this quote stuck with me. It inspired the following.
Many times, people become discouraged by the current political environment. It might affect people in many different ways, whether mentally, emotionally, physically, and even spiritually. There are many things we cannot control directly; however, we can always control how we react to certain issues, events, and our environment. When we focus on what we can control in our daily lives, our focus change, and so does our response and attitude. What I write here, I have applied myself.
Here are examples of controllables. These controllables apply to many of the issues that we might be experiencing under less than pleasant conditions.
I can control,
A healthy diet and exercise
All my decisions
How I decide to start my day and end it
My thoughts
My spending
My relationship with God
My reaction to the people I interact with, or whom I choose to include in my circle
How I choose to view each challenge/problem
How I manage all my resources
How I choose to live my life
My degree of gratitude each day
What I give my time and effort to
The battles I choose to fight or not
How I view my space, my home, my possessions, with gratitude or not
How I value my life
The priorities and values I set daily
How I manage my time and money
My dreams
My expectations of myself, others, and life
The guilt I put on myself and others
What I let into my mind and space
The physical things I surround myself with
How I treat myself (level of respect, love and understanding) as well as others.
These are only a few controllables, but in my opinion and experience, the most important ones, and the ones that will help center our focus when times are not what we expect or desire.
Lost and Found
She stared at me, her semblance a bit familiar. She seemed a bit tired, a gaze serious enough for me to notice her. Her features spoke to me of olden days, her faint smile, of recognition. A kin allure of something once shared. I studied her face. She glanced back, truth or dare. Not until I journeyed deep into her eyes, did I truly see the woman in the mirror.
Oval Circus
Oval Circus, a poem.
The false king,
in the oval circus vested
the wisdom from his jester
of his buffoon, discernment.
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Countless clowns,
upside down crosses
the false king
amok runs his horses.
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Puppets and pawns ignore disbelief
the circus on fire
the tarp breaks apart
the herald, breathes fire.
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Paupers and peasants
observe with regret
the noise becomes louder
a voice screams, you’re jested!
We Are a People …
We are a People…
We are a people of strength,
because we are a people of faith.
We are a people of courage,
our faith rests in the Lord.
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We are a people of kindness,
our love comes from above.
We are a people of joy.
In God we trust alone.
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In good times, in bad times,
we are a people of soul.
For when darkness clouds our day,
It is He who restores our soul.
Eagle’s Flight
Today, I sat to write a post and I had nothing. My mind was blank, my heart felt heavy. As I was ready to close my notebook and throw the pen, the image of a soaring eagle crossed my mind. Then, I wrote.
Eagle’s Flight
Land of the Free
Land of the Brave
Beloved soil, beloved grave.
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Sadness, despair, chaos everywhere
Tumultuous times
Ungodly affairs.
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The eagle lands
Its tired wings
Signs of derail, never defeat.
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A little while, a tiny rift
Its wings will flap
Its heart will heal.
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Above the land, throughout the seas
The Eagle soars
In flight now, stronger it is.
From the Ashes
From the Ashes
From the ashes Eagle soars
plumage burnt,
through the fire it has flown.
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In its beak, an olive leaf
In its heart
titanium shield.
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As lion it roars, as lamb its soul
Made anew through the storm
Diamond eyes, beak of gold.
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Beacon of light shines to the world
Stronger than ever
its grip has become.
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Freedom and hope it found way above
Under God, one nation
Under God, one soul.
Truth to Light
Truth to light
The eagle soars
New rebirth, a brand-new home.
From the ashes
new spirit rose.
Evil and lies
Burnt up, exposed.
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