Author Topic: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words  (Read 4695 times)

[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #40 on: April 27, 2018, 11:39:03 am »
Change ~

I have resisted change with all my will,
cried out to life, "Pass by and leave me still."
But I have found as I have trudged time's track
that all my wishing will not hold life back.
All finite things must go their finite way;
I cannot bid the merest moment, "Stay."
So finding that I have no power to change
change, I have changed myself. And this is strange,
but I have found out when I let change come,
the very change that I was fleeing from
has often held the good I had prayed for,
and I was not the less for change, but more.
Once I accepted life and was not loath
to change, I found change was the seed of growth.

~ Anonymous
:smitten:  :thumbsup:  :smitten:
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #41 on: April 29, 2018, 05:40:56 pm »
Change ~

I have resisted change with all my will,
cried out to life, "Pass by and leave me still."
But I have found as I have trudged time's track
that all my wishing will not hold life back.
All finite things must go their finite way;
I cannot bid the merest moment, "Stay."
So finding that I have no power to change
change, I have changed myself. And this is strange,
but I have found out when I let change come,
the very change that I was fleeing from
has often held the good I had prayed for,
and I was not the less for change, but more.
Once I accepted life and was not loath
to change, I found change was the seed of growth.

~ Anonymous

Touching, [...]. Thanks!
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #42 on: April 29, 2018, 07:11:21 pm »
Who can not like Frost.

“The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked 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.
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #43 on: April 29, 2018, 07:12:09 pm »
 :)
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #44 on: April 30, 2018, 12:29:24 am »
“Hope” is the thing with feathers"

By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #45 on: June 02, 2018, 09:23:33 pm »
“Hope” is the thing with feathers"

By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words -
And never stops - at all -

And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard -
And sore must be the storm -
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm -

I’ve heard it in the chillest land -
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet - never - in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of me.

:smitten:
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #46 on: June 02, 2018, 09:25:13 pm »
Change ~

I have resisted change with all my will,
cried out to life, "Pass by and leave me still."
But I have found as I have trudged time's track
that all my wishing will not hold life back.
All finite things must go their finite way;
I cannot bid the merest moment, "Stay."
So finding that I have no power to change
change, I have changed myself. And this is strange,
but I have found out when I let change come,
the very change that I was fleeing from
has often held the good I had prayed for,
and I was not the less for change, but more.
Once I accepted life and was not loath
to change, I found change was the seed of growth.

~ Anonymous
:thumbsup:
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #47 on: March 11, 2019, 11:48:35 pm »

Hello, dear Joe :smitten:

I thought to post a beautiful poem, by my favorite Ancient Poet Rumi  :smitten:
It clearly speaks of the trials and tribulations we encounter each day, while trying to survive
this benzo suffering. It suggests, to not fight anything that comes our way, and accept,
as all symptoms have a purpose.
I hope that it resonates with us all, and that it helps in some way  :smitten:

Rumi..❤️

The Guest House ..❤️

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes,
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house,
empty it of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a Guide from Beyond...❤️
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #48 on: March 12, 2019, 12:44:42 pm »

Hello, dear Joe :smitten:

I thought to post a beautiful poem, by my favorite Ancient Poet Rumi  :smitten:
It clearly speaks of the trials and tribulations we encounter each day, while trying to survive
this benzo suffering. It suggests, to not fight anything that comes our way, and accept,
as all symptoms have a purpose.
I hope that it resonates with us all, and that it helps in some way  :smitten:

Rumi..❤️

The Guest House ..❤️

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes,
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house,
empty it of its furniture,
still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a Guide from Beyond...❤️

Beautiful, [...].
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[Buddie]

Re: Poems, Thoughts, and Other Words
« Reply #49 on: March 12, 2019, 12:48:57 pm »
For you, the hope of a dozen long stemmed roses,
Not those with petals quickly loosed,
But shared flowering moments of my Life,
That Love chiseled into my Soul,
Long removed, but clear as the present,
From when I entered adulthood
Like you at this time, Beautiful and Spirited.

One rose, tan with droplets of mist and dew,
Like earth scoured out by ancient ice flows,
A widened and deepened place in my Soul
A Gift of so much of Love’s Pain
And Tears that filled it to tree-lined shores
So that it became Love’s reservoir and resting place.

Another rose, the color of new green in Spring,
Creative actions and thoughts budding out from me,
From roots in soil with Warmth sustained
By a Face I saw once and that everyday thereafter
Rose like a Sun and fell upon my skin and Spirit,
So that Life branched outward and upward toward Her.

And one rose apart, distant, and seldom seen
Black night in color with flecks of Stars,
Lying upon the steps of an old schoolhouse,
In the stillness and darkness of a countryside evening,
A Word waiting to be Born, to be heard, to be remembered,
From a voice buttered and dripping with southern drawl.

And now a rose blue at its base, then blending to orange and yellow,
A Kiss poured into a throat so that it caught Fire,
Spreading to my chest and then to arms and fingers,
Hands holding a Face I did not see through closed eyes,
But eyes perceiving for a minute something boundless and infinite,
God-saturated until the self was burned and sacrificed.

This one, a kaleidoscope of color with waving petals,
A coral reef, panoramic, with swimming and swaying colors,
A snowmelt Colorado valley, with columbines lining a clear stream,
A patch of Texas wildflowers emergent after a cold winter,
An immersion so Beautiful that you can only pause and appreciate,
And in that contemplation only one word emerges, the name of my Love.

White with [...] blotches and unclipped thorns the next one,
A rose the fragrance of altruism and deepest Love,
The barbs piercing bleeding hands not destined to hold,
White petal dove-wings stretching to fly to a remote calling,
A time, a place, a person, some differently designed life.
Letting go, but still the fragrance wafts and rises on my purest days.

A rose grey with windswept edges, tightly enclosed,
The light of a fishing pier at night, confined and narrow,
All other thoughts lost to darkness beyond the fringes,
Wind at my back winnowing away Love’s pain,
Rolling waves and tides moving my troubles beyond light,
Casting and casting again for Her, ceaselessly, tirelessly.

Speckled and marbled with pink and browns and whites, this rose,
The effervescent and flowing sands of a spring near the base of a tree,
The upwelling along some deep tap root, unseen and of unknown course,
But at the surface, cupped hands dipped in thirst,
To be ecstatic that you are drinking directly of Her Soul,
And to relax in the sound of the splashing water of Her voice.

A rose dark [...], elongate, with blue along its borders,
Love stretched across highways and Time,
Sadness painting the absence, the periphery,
But to meet at earliest opportunity with the nervousness of arrival,
To inhale Her presence as the breeze of a Blue Norther in Autumn,
And to burn like tinder from a spark loosed from the greeting of shining eyes.

Now a rose of enriched yellow, sturdy upon its stem,
Before and after, trusting friends of the highest caliber,
Secrets melting before us, but bound again in shared and cooling wax,
If a Soulmate, then a friend at first glance and forever gazing,
To chuckle, as large an element as romance and never subservient,
Laughter and Love, muscles on a sternum, beat the wings of a lifted Spirit.

Promises made, a white rose laced with pink edges.
The reds of contemplated aged Love and Blood seeping into the days of youth,
Staining a reminder that an open Life is an open Heart,
Accepting readily all uncertainty and all burdens,
Knowing all the while the world is turning, there will be a burning core,
And it would be sufficient to spread and subduct all challenges beneath us.

And last, an iridescent rose, shimmering and opalescent,
The remembrance of certain magic in this world,
That a quickening of the Heart does not end in every case,
Rather, that Souls may be entwined forever, despite Life,
And that the weathered lines cut into our faces by Time do not sever,
But, instead, they are river channels for Love to traverse another day.
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