Medi-ocre

I am surrounded by people
of dazzling brilliance , beauty and mind
Sometimes they are in the room in my face
Sometimes we interact digitally online


I would never be so cunning
So sharp, astute and yet so polite
I feel sometimes like a little cave man
who has stumbled upon the first artificial light

Or like a flattened sunflower
in a field of tall yellow poppy flower
I am bright but still a medium-ochre
In the middle of all that bright golden power

Maybe I will never be a genius
Die unrequited unsung like billions before
Hey I tried to live up to all that potential
But the pretending and defending was too much of a chore

so mediocre and such a medium ochre
my shining shall be twinkly winkly so-s0
it was a blast and atleast we tried
played ,laughed ,partied then died.

(images courtesy-http://sprott.physics.wisc.edu/fractals/carlson/)

Bringing Poetry to Life

Here is a new poetry book.

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I’m excited to let you know about Carol Calkins who is releasing her first book of poetry entitled Bring Poetry to Life. This book is a powerful compilation of poetry touching on the most important moments in our everyday lives from new beginnings, to special people and events, to endings and saying goodbye.  Carol who found her life purpose through poetry is excited to release the first of a series of poetry books on Amazon. Grab your copy of Bring Poetry to Life today on Amazon.com – Find out more about Carol and her new book at http://www.bringpoetrytolife.com

We Said Goodbye a Thousand Times

 

Don’t be sad about my parting

Don’t feel like you never said goodbye

For you and I both know deep in our hearts

That We Said Goodbye a Thousand Times

And shared so much love and joy every day

 

Be happy that I am now at peace

Be joyful that I have lived a wonderful life

Be happy that we have shared so much together

 

And remember I am always with you in a thought and a sigh

Every day when you see the beauty in nature think of me

Every day when you see the colorful flowers think of me

Every day when you see a frisky animal prancing around think of me

Every day when you look into the eyes of someone you love think of me

 

And know beyond a doubt that I am with you in everything you do

And know beyond a doubt that I am with you in everything you say

And know beyond a doubt that I am with you in every quiet moment of your life

 

Don’t be sad about my parting

Don’t feel like you never said goodbye

For you and I both know deep in our hearts

That We Said Goodbye a Thousand Times

And shared so much love and joy every day

 

 

Poem – To Much

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to read to ponder

so much more this earth in wonder

to work to sweat

finish task before dreaded deadline regret

 

to relax to ease

recharge renew fresh surge release

to family to friend

share joys daily day comprehend

to move to ride

swallow obstacle uncertainty ego pride

to pause to cease

total losses bandage hurt elbow knees

to write to express

thoughts tightly word compress

to all to none

end this poem fresh one begun

to die to sleep

deep secret beneath shut eyelid keep

to live be awake

eyes open wide much more beauty to partake

 

Poem : A Poets Life

I read and wrote and joked and pondered
Inevitably I found myself occasionally wandered
Those who wander are not always lost
And so I consoled my earthly Faust

Sometimes the good guys win and place first
In an uncharectristic improbable late blooming burst

Predicting God‘s plan for yourself
Is like predicting who and if there is a God
No dearth of contradictions,
Self doubting logic brought.

Thanks for reading, hope it was worth your time
I am medium sized poet, with a mediocre chime
And sometimes you yourself may feel blue
Its your own time to waste, and remember that’s true.


Before I leave or you have left
Ponder once more what this moment brought
Summarizing once more a poets life
In an age of blogs, tweets and promotional strife

I am dying of a disease called life
Friends and Family are protective still
My medication helps but will only stall the end
My stubborn body awaits my soul upwards to send

I have lived not too long nor too short it will be
Fought battles some planned some momentarily
Made friends and loved ah so well
On the whole it was rather interesting to dwell







The White Man's Burden-Poem

Rudyard Kipling, The White Man’s Burden

Take up the White Man’s burden–Send forth the best ye breed–

Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives’ need;

To wait in heavy harness, On fluttered folk and wild–

Your new-caught, sullen peoples, Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man’s burden–In patience to abide,

To veil the threat of terror And check the show of pride;

By open speech and simple, An hundred times made plain

To seek another’s profit, And work another’s gain.

Take up the White Man’s burden– The savage wars of peace–

Fill full the mouth of Famine And bid the sickness cease;

And when your goal is nearest The end for others sought,

Watch sloth and heathen Folly Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man’s burden–No tawdry rule of kings,

But toil of serf and sweeper–The tale of common things.

The ports ye shall not enter,The roads ye shall not tread,

Go mark them with your living,And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man’s burden–And reap his old reward:

The blame of those ye better,The hate of those ye guard–

The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:–

“Why brought he us from bondage, Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden–Ye dare not stoop to less–

Nor call too loud on Freedom To cloke your weariness;

By all ye cry or whisper, By all ye leave or do,

The silent, sullen peoples Shall weigh your gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden– Have done with childish days–

The lightly proferred laurel, The easy, ungrudged praise.

Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years

Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgment of your peers!

This famous poem, written by Britain‘s imperial poet, was a response to the American take over of the Phillipines after the Spanish-American War.(published in 1899)

source

http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/kipling.html