Be Happy.....a Wordfix@56 Write

He who views the world the same at fifty
as he did twenty
has wasted thirty years of life.....

Feelings are much like waves,
we can't stop them from coming
but
we can choose which one to surf.

Don't worry...be happy
Forgive...

and live

Poetry Is.......A MIC Write #53

" The Lord will guide you continually, and satisfy your needs in parched places,
and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water, whose waters never fail "




When was the last time you saw a crooked rainbow
or a broken glass spilling your much waited for drink out,
or the last time you couldn't take love so you had to let it go?
When was the last time you treated yourself to bitter drops of rain
as you walked through it..attempting to erase the pain?
What about the last time you cried out, "No Fair"
from some irreconcilable hurt and pain?
How many times has something given especially to you...
or you earned......and couldn't enjoy it...?
Emotions overwhelming you so, you didn't know what to do,
so you watched all your dreams.....
plunge to the floor


This is Poetry
....
 and Poetry is this

.....a mixture of confession....

of wisdom and ignorance
admiration and detest-ment
prose and screaming
fear and adoration
wit and conceit
courage and cowardice
dreaming and being
feelings and killing
appealing and forgiving
Poetry is beauty...personified

Poetry is
...words.....
shaken and stirred
that take you right to the threshold
of everything you heard
and found out
it didn't have to be real

Was there ever a time
that you were left
.....just breathless......
the shatter of reality you couldn't stop
and no matter how much you lost
the other shoe never would drop
Poetry shows the code to what we all know
We gonna keep on winning, and losing
choosing, and being not chosen
We will be free to be hasty,
or take our time.
 free to disagree,
or take up a cause
or to decide....
to do anything at all.

When we to cry one second,
and laugh in the next
When we are free to release the tension,
and emotions
and mention our likes and dislikes
and close the space between love and hate
and wrong and right..on the first date
....
so it is
.....when we are free....
to give all we are worth a voice
or share nothing at all
......
that is when we're saying something

That.....is when I am saying
what Poetry is to me












jakuper(3/15/12)

No Longer Blue....A Word Fix @56 Write # 21

There's easier ways to solve problems,
especially ones we don't create
It just hurts so bad
when you're made a stepping stone,
or something to hold on to
until your life's no longer blue

Easy to leave me behind now...
you got it done


Oh, I'm sorry.
I forgot..I only exist
when you need something

Light Left On.....a CRC #72 Write

Now is that time
when finding the way back home,
by letting ones heart shine like a beacon in darkness,
surprising dusk at the difference
a single light can make....is all it takes

to be whole without the other half,
to be majority when you feel like the minority
....that there are times we are called to be the only light
in the darkness of night


Lights off...
so is the need for pretense
and defense...eliminated

Lights on....
meaning someone's home
home...where the halls heckle of laughter and comfort,
where winds whispering sweet somethings against night's window sashes
making confident callings out to a faith-filled fate
"when are you coming home.....
I fixed your plate..."

March contents of warm breaths
exiting chilled faces
and buds of hope ready to protrude in cold spaces
Change...letting us know its time....
time to switch places

Here...where lies the evidence of a heart experiencing the exceptional prizery
of the art of family ties
that will not die


Asked...how is this different?

Home...where we don't lay guilt trips out to dry,
where we treat you with care..
as water under a bridge to the future rolls on by
where wall graffiti sketching "gone fishing for second, third and fourth thoughts"
"need help bringing in what you brought?"

Isn't it awesome that there is more to night
than just stars

For every season of a woman's life is supported by her commitment,
her promise to not just be an observer...but a participant
 Not taken for granted..but implanted
in a garden of devotion
overlooking romance's ocean

Hush...

listen to the insects play
hear the winds sway
back and forth
back and forth
while the leaves in the trees never let on
that they're there to protect home from the storm
that's coming











jak(3/7/12)

Home......a FIAF #78

Home.....

you're a part of me,
I'm a part of you

"We're a part of each other.”

Evenings of disappointment keeps us at bay
......while remnants of kindred spirits move in
asking for a stay
Let's grow in this new connection
day by day

You help me remember
and I'll help you forget

More Than Pretty.........A Wordfix@56 write #20

"may the smallest things
take up the most room in your heart.’

For you......plenty sunshine,
warmth and rest...under Paradise's magic tree
which renders life more than pretty

To us...to follow
 the sparkling blue maze
that carries us over to harmony's shore
unleashing stellar sparks of light
as we leave yesterday


out of sight