Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

HOW DOES ONE WAIT FOR THEIR ANSWERS



Excerpt from the Poem "How does one Wait for their Answers?"

..."No one is exempt from pain; the rain falls on the just and the unjust alike. It’s all in how the situation is handled; do you sit on the sidewalk and cry and continue to get soaked or do you run for temporary cover under an umbrella?

Do you seek shelter and what do you do if all the doors of the shelter are locked? Do you pound on the windows, try to break in or leave a note on the door? Or do you do all of the above, cry, find an umbrella, try to get shelter? And if all else fails while you’re waiting for your answer, do you lay down to moan in the road of life and risk being run over, or do you dance in rain until your answer arrives?"


photo by RT Norland

Monday, February 15, 2010

CONFIDENTIAL LETTER


Excerpt from the poem "Confidential Letter"

So here it all is, with all my faults and each failure;
Putting it in this self-sealing bubble-wrap mailer.
I’m addressing it to you, and it’s only for your eyes;
Knowing the content inside could bring my demise.

I trust you fully; I see the compassion on your face;
It’s others I don’t trust… that’s why it’s now in the fire place.

Sunday, January 31, 2010

ONLY FOR A SEASON


Excerpt from ONLY FOR A SEASON

What do you do when your dream dies,
When falsely accused and everyone believes the lies?
When your reputation has been tarnished and stained,
When your credibility is destroyed, your name profaned?

Don’t dwell on your situation, pity yourself and cry;
Quit discussing what you wish would die!
can’t allow ourselves to let this tear us apart in all its commotion,
our testing ground is what qualifies us for promotion.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

OFFENCES

Excerpt from the poem "OFFENCES"

I won’t permit myself to be offended for I know where it leads; Because of my desired harvest, I refuse to plant those bitter seeds When they grow they are like weeds that come up to strangle; I will avoid wholly that, entrapping my fruit into that tangle. Release what’s been done to you, it’s black and white;Never is it true that two wrongs make a right.