OUR YESTERDAYS

Our yesterdays become today’s poetry

What mis-guided steps we took in earlier days

Become the compass to guide or mis-guide us through life’s tempests in later years

Our flood of tears that overwhelmed us as babes

Water and keep fertile our heart’s soil in our golden years

Our early attempts at art:

Our stick figures we clumsily drew and our finger paintings

Become the force behind master strokes

On the masterpiece we paint of our whole life

The notes we failed to carry when we were tone deaf

Become the notes angelic beings carry to and fro

Up and down Jacob’s ladder

Aligning the celestial harmonies

Between our heavenly residence and our earthly abode

The multitude of our unanswered questions

We asked while at our parent’s knees

Become our song’s lyrics

The stuff of our novels , stories and poems

We are greater than the sum of earth’s square footage

We are greater than the power of all rulers, past and present combined

Our greatness emanates from the Divine!

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BITTER SWEET

We all drink from a certain cup
Bitter or sweet,
We take our daily libations from life’s fountain
A drink from a bitter cup has to be chased by a sip from the sweet one
or how would we make it?

Some choose bitter some choose sweet
Then there are those of us who figured long ago both are essential,
you can’t have bitter without the sweet
you can’t have sweet without the bitter

A babe craves sweet as it can’t handle bitter
The mature turn bitter from having swallowed the delusions that come with too much sweet
Too much sweet rots you from the inside out
So does too much bitter

Some drink their cups of shattered scraps as if that’s all there is
A wilder mind accepts that bitter and sweet cups are the stuff of life’s elixir
The bitter enhances the sweet and the sweet softens the bitter
You weren’t meant to drown in your bitter gall
Nor were you meant to be pacified by all that is sweet
The bitter tames your soul, makes it pliable
The sweet enhances all that is good in you

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STRANGE CREATURES

STRANGE CREATURES

We are such strange creatures!

We have to leave, to miss, and to be missed

We need space,to feel closer to our loved ones

We have to give, to receive

We have to die, to live

We have to have known loss, so we can appreciate

We have to have known darkness,so we can shine brightly through our being

We have to have been lost, to Β know the warm feeling of being loved and accepted

We have to be orphaned, in order to be adopted

We have to have tasted great hatred, so we can become great lovers

We have to have been buried, so we can sprout back up to life

We have to have been cut deeply and wide open, for blood to gush out, ushering in true healing

We have to have been cut, in order to be sutured

We have to have seen chaos, to appreciate harmony

We have to have heard cacophony, so we can Β hear beautiful sounds….

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Us Parents, We’re Weird Like That

We hope our kids are growing

Then get sad when they do

Us parents, we’re weird like that

We hope they grow more independent

And when they take off on their own

We cry

We hope they need us less and less

Once they do, we wring our hands and pace the floor with worry

We hope our kids leave the nest

And once they do,

We’re devastated

We hope they find true love

And once they do,

We hope they won’t have too many heart breaks

We hope our kids grow up to be amazing people

And once they do

We hope they don’t forget us

Ahhh yes, parental complexity knows no bounds!

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Great Things Don’t Go Away

Great Things Don’t Go Away

Great things don’t go away

Great things are seldom forgotten

Great things are great because of the great people behind them

When you’re great,you won’t be left in a dusty cloud of yesteryear’s glory

When you’re great, you draw like spirits to you

When you’re great, mediocre is a stench in your nostrils

When you’re great, the good get better due to your influence

When you’re great, your descendants coming after you will follow suit

When you’re great, like The Great Wall of China:

You will be viewed as a wonder

You life will have branches and spurs

Your towers stand fortified

You’ll be a monument of awe

When you’re great, you are a timeless classic

Never an old,dusty relic

Look in your mirror, what do you see?

Is it cracked because you can’t see past your flaws?

Mirror,Mirror, on the wall,what is all this greatness you see?

Mirror, Mirror on the wall, help us see beyond our imperfections

Guide us to our intended destiny

We must look stop looking at the obvious

And see that we all inspire great awe

Great things and great people seldom happen over night!

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Story Telling

Story Telling

The story of my life

Tells you where I’ve been

What I’ve done

The many things I’ve heard and seen

The story of my life

Will tell you I was once a wife

I tried hard to live free

I tried hard to get rid of strife

The story of my life

Will tell you I’ve been beaten

But I’ve never been beat

I’ve been humiliated

But never annihilated

The story of my life

Has many a tough scene

But never have I regretted what these brown,deep set eyes have seen

The story of my life

Is Β not unlike many others

It has sorrow

It has joy

There’s no telling what comes tomorrow

The story of my life

Has its highs

Has its lows

Bright sun filled days

Gloomy sorrowed filled nights

But despite it all

I am proud of my own story

I share glimpses of it in my poems and stories

That’s how I honor my soul

That’s how I pay tribute

To my captivating history

I am not ashamed

I have very little to regret

I own it all

For good

For bad

Whether pretty

Whether ugly

For sweet

For bitter

It’s made me who I am

It’s my declaration,a place of personal growth and power

I dare you, right now

You’re reading this for a reason

Stake your claim

All our stories combined would fill volumes

Stop regretting and lamenting

Make this the day you take back your power!

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At First Sight

At First Sight

At first sight

Dreams sparkle like diamonds in the rough

I dream

I wake up

I sleep

I wake up

I dream again

Was it real?

Was it just a dream?

I dreamt that reality was the dream and when Β I awoke, I knew I had been dreaming because dreamsΒ are reality. Though I can’t touch what I dreamt of just yet. Β it doesn’t make it any less real than the closest tangible object…

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Old Things Are New Again

Old Things Are New Again

Old things are new again

New things get old fast

You can’t recycle new things ’cause they’re not old yet

Old things get dubbed classic

New things get dubbed bomb

But can classic be bomb?

Can bomb be classic?

Old things are called antique

But when you buy an antique , is it new to you?

Old things get handed down

Can new things be traded up?

Old things create nostalgia

A longing for yesteryear

New creates euphoric feelings for the short term

Once you get your new things home

The newness quickly wears off

Are old memories better than new ones?

If you’re not making new memories

Are you recycling the old ones?

New is expected to learn from old

But will old humble itself to learn from new?

Are old sayings and proverbs wiser than new ad slogans and catchy song lyrics?

Can an old flame be rekindled to what it once was?

Can a new love spark a flame to burn into eternity?

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THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL

THE GREATEST GIFT OF ALL

To all of my readers: I wish you a Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays and a wonderful 2015!!! Thank you for reading and following this blog πŸ™‚ ❀ -Eva

Christmas presents all wrapped up in bright festive colors

Waiting for their big day

Holding secrets that won’t keep long

Days dwindle down

Anticipation mounts

Big and small packages

Pregnant with good news

Only they know of the treasures within

Live each day like a Christmas gift you unwrap on Christmas morn’!

Because none of us know when our time comes

Anticipate each day like a kid on Christmas morn’

Stop looking back on your past gifts

You’ve been there and lived that

Live the present as if it really is your one and only present

Tomorrow’s gifts are yet unknown-they remain under the tree of life

Open them when their time comes

Yesterday’s presents will not help you live today any better

So wise up and get goin’

Get over the past, it’s been opened

Nor Β worry about your future -for it’s yet to be unwrapped

LIVE this very day!

Go ahead, tear into the paper

Don’t save the bows

It’s what’s inside that matters

That’s what’s yours to hold!!!

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THOUGHT WAR

My thoughts run a muck .
My thought stagger.
My thoughts run limp.
My thought run at the speed of light.
My thoughts meander down less traveled paths where light has not reached yet
My thoughts dance in the rain
My thoughts celebrate life
My thoughts weep at death
My thoughts always communing with me
My thoughts always making love with my spirit
My thoughts always at war with my flesh
My thoughts always at peace with my heart
My thoughts lay scattered about
My thoughts always in a haze of self-doubt
My thoughts are mine and mine alone
I own the ones that are true-discarding the lying ones
My thoughts gallivanting about on endless fields of green
My thoughts gliding effortlessly about as sailboats Β on clear blue seas
My thoughts cascading like the Tequendama Falls
My thoughts orbiting the moon and watching the Milky Way knowing of galaxies beyond
My thoughts are old
My thoughts are new
My thoughts are borrowed
My thoughts are blue
My thoughts reflecting the colors of the rainbow
My thoughts are triple X-rated
My thoughts are pure as snow
My thoughts bask in the sunshine on a beach in Spain
My thoughts tango with great passion in Buenos Aires
My thoughts never in prison
My thoughts have wings and fly far away places
My thoughts always cherishing and remembering kind,sweet faces
My thoughts getting anchored down in the many books I write
My thoughts dreaming up greatness
My thoughts perceiving things I’ve yet to comprehend with my finite mind
My thoughts hear music that’s yet to be played over the radio air waves
My thoughts at best exasperating for I am still living in this 3 dimensional plane

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