This little person thou hath create
So totally reliant on you
Will soon see your face
Will know your scent
Will love you
Will memorize the contours of your image
Clasp your finger tight
Cry at night
To be with you and only you
Till comfort again is restored
This little person you did create
Exists of nothing more wondrous
Oh joy what you are capable of
What nature can do
Away from prying eyes
So pure
Untainted by life
So tiny
Unable to fill the smallest cotton
Whether sky blue or pink
Whether the whitest white
No love greater
Will you know
This little person you did create
Will someday speak your name
Will look a little
Maybe a lot
Like you
Remind you of the way you were
Of your lover
Of your spouse
Of their ways
A look
Better days
Brought together as you were
For the creation
Of life
This little person you did create
A blank canvas
As you expand
Woman
Run your hand
Over your stomach
Trace your hand
Over theirs
As they push left to right
Against the walls of security
Ready now to see light
Ready to view the world
As you do
Laugh oh sweet one
Laugh oh gentle one
Watch the rise and fall
Sing
For someday soon
You will hold
Will kiss
Oh curious emotion
Those tear filled eyes
Clear my vision
For now I need see
So onto you
A gift
So precious
Now you have
This little person
thou did create
You are mother
You are father
You
Are born again
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Monday, 21 March 2011
Wednesday, 16 March 2011
Hope
What is Hope
Hope is life’s fuel
Life's motivation
A desire
To be free
To be given a chance once more
For someone to have faith
Believe in you
Hope can restore emptiness to fulfillment
Dry tears and heal hearts
Can instill trust in one’s own ability to succeed
Can overcome obstacles
Energise
Set a clear vision
A clear direction
Propel you closer to your chosen destination
Hope has no limitations
No restrictions
All change is possible
All joy achievable
Hope is the necessity of creation
Of dream fulfillment
When others may turn their back on you
Refuse you the time to explain
Judge you harshly
Maybe unfairly
Hope is the rod to strengthen your back
Shelter you from attack
You have no cross to bear
Fill your cup
Never give up
Smile
Learn the lesson
As all of life is learning
Hope the greatest teacher of all
Saturday, 26 February 2011
Thoughts become things?
I cancelled an appointment today just to have some ‘me’ time
Felt I needed to take stock of everything, read awhile – and just breathe awhile
Thought about the things I’d done well over the week, and the things I could have inevitable done better
Then I thought - who cares?
Yet I care! - About everything – and nothing in almost equal measure – is that odd?
Everything matters to me – yet nothing matters
I guess the trick is working out when to care – and for what - and when to let it go!
Yet do we really ever have the power make that decision - or is it out of our hands?
How much control do we have over our feelings and emotions?
Are they like taps you can turn on and off?
Maybe...
Maybe everything we want - we get – including joy and sorrow
It’s said that everything we see – we touch - began with a simple thought – and thoughts become things
So whatever we want, be it to feel or not to feel, to move ahead or remain static – can become our reality.
Yet if that is so – why then are there so many unhappy people in the world?
Many live another’s reality – a road not carved by them – but for them - by someone else, whether in the developing world or right here in the UK
How many of us actually do what we want to do? –
Can we ever be happy living the expectations of someone else
Conforming to the idea of conformity – instead of truly being free
Surrendering to oppression
There are times when the reality of another can bring much strength and beauty to our lives - can fuel our own motivations - refocus our aspirations and offer us hope
As such, I sourced two poems for you to enjoy
One you may know more than the other
But like songs poems can touch a special place in our hearts
Make us laugh – cry or simply reflect
Can get us fired up or help us to relax
So... I hope you enjoy these
I think us ladies can take a lot from the second poem – despite the final line
I view it as – mankind - humanity
Poem 1
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And look down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Poem 2
If - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Peacex
Felt I needed to take stock of everything, read awhile – and just breathe awhile
Thought about the things I’d done well over the week, and the things I could have inevitable done better
Then I thought - who cares?
Yet I care! - About everything – and nothing in almost equal measure – is that odd?
Everything matters to me – yet nothing matters
I guess the trick is working out when to care – and for what - and when to let it go!
Yet do we really ever have the power make that decision - or is it out of our hands?
How much control do we have over our feelings and emotions?
Are they like taps you can turn on and off?
Maybe...
Maybe everything we want - we get – including joy and sorrow
It’s said that everything we see – we touch - began with a simple thought – and thoughts become things
So whatever we want, be it to feel or not to feel, to move ahead or remain static – can become our reality.
Yet if that is so – why then are there so many unhappy people in the world?
Many live another’s reality – a road not carved by them – but for them - by someone else, whether in the developing world or right here in the UK
How many of us actually do what we want to do? –
Can we ever be happy living the expectations of someone else
Conforming to the idea of conformity – instead of truly being free
Surrendering to oppression
There are times when the reality of another can bring much strength and beauty to our lives - can fuel our own motivations - refocus our aspirations and offer us hope
As such, I sourced two poems for you to enjoy
One you may know more than the other
But like songs poems can touch a special place in our hearts
Make us laugh – cry or simply reflect
Can get us fired up or help us to relax
So... I hope you enjoy these
I think us ladies can take a lot from the second poem – despite the final line
I view it as – mankind - humanity
Poem 1
The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And look down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Poem 2
If - Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream and not make dreams your master;
If you can think and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!
Peacex
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