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Repost for myself; as mine own worst enemy seems to be creeping in more often, here lately…… Do you battle with your own worst enemy too? If so, remember your best friend is always there to comfort you.
Thought for The Day: Have you hugged yourself, today? ~CordieB
This poem was inspired by a very, very good friend and confidant, who often shares with us her own worst enemy and her own best friend over at Just Paisley and Why Paisley . Also, a fellow artist, TekkieBrek, planted the seed for this poem with his beautiful artwork, shown in reduced size below.
Mine own worst enemy and mine own best friend…
an infinate circle of sainthood and sin…
have always been with me; from beginning to end
through good times; through bad times; thick and thin
Both have tugged at my soul since God only knows when. . .
Mine own worst enemy screams words of hurt and dispair…
then my best friend comes to my aide with comfort and care
she hugs me ever so gently; caresses my soul
whilst mine own worst enemy digs a dark hole
into the core of my heart creating disbelief
in the beauty of life; thus making it hard to concieve…
a life worth living; a love worth giving…
then mine own best friend again comes along
she kisses my spirit; sings me a beautiful song
of love and joy; bright sunny skies
she reminds me of the falsness of the hurt, pain and lies…
that mine own worst enemy so often spews…
she opens the funny pages in the mist of bad news…
Yes, she awakens my spirit and rocks me to sleep
as I moan, as I tremble, as I lay, as I weep…
She caresses my head; massages my tired, aching feet
Sending mine own worst enemy into a silent retreat. . .
where mine own worst enemy gathers strength for another blow
launching me once more into a wreckless, dispairing low
Yet, I endure with patient vigilence for the love within
to give renewed strength, courage and wisdom to mine own best friend . . .
~Written by CordieB.
Be mindful of the emotionally needy…
These individuals will drain your joy; wreck your soul…
Stay cognizant of the emotionally greedy…
Who require grand accolades and attention to feel whole
Not realizing that wholeness is found within…
Not realizing the world does not revolve around them…
Not realizing you can’t actually put them together again….
~Written by CordieB.
Quote for the Day….
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put humpty dumpty back together again…yet his Creator could make him like brand new! Humpty just needed to want and believe it!
~CordieB with inspiration from Mother Goose
Photo courtesy of WolfSoul and is licensed under a creative commons license.
Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .
Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise
Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more
Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit
Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.
Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word
Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!
Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!
This poem was prompted by Simply Snickers. The words for this week were: damp, decide, and droll.
Indecisiveness takes its toll
On the drollness and lightness of our soul
Made up minds lift the dread filled weight
lingering heavily on our fate
Indecision stunts our growth
though deciding we may loath
one must move through inconclusive’s brace
holding mind, body and spirit stuck in place…
till decisions can be made
life continues, low-keyed; afraid
knowing in the back of mind
choices must be made in time
Preventing souls from moving free
intensifying fears of what may or may not be
lest we move from fear to flight
we may never see the light
Though decisions may be wrong
lack of choice only prolongs
mending of spirit and self torn apart
when in dire doubt, follow your heart
Written by CordieB.
He was sinfully proud of her beauty
Her complexion and velvety touch brought him immense joy
On occasions he’d simply watch her with passion;
Delicately caressing her softness…
To keep her closer, he removed her from her essense.
Inevitiably, she withered away.
Thus, he lost not only his pride; but also his joy;
Written by CordieB.
Quote for the Day: If you allow pride to cause you to cut your rose from its root, you’re bound to lose not only your pride, but more sadly your joy. ~CordieB.
Peace, Light and Love. . . .