Critiques and Revision
(2/19/2014 11:36:00 PM)
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The Small Things in Life
It's the little things in life that matter the most
Those things stay with your heart very close
It can brighten a frown to a smile
And make someone's day worth whiled
It doesn't matter if you're receiving or giving
It makes your life worth a living
These small acts of kindness keeps the world go round
Gods in the sky and were all on the ground
He can't do it all
So we need to step up, even if it's something small
So the next time you see a chance to help out
Don't forget, this is what life is all about
Helping each other find the way
In this life we live every day
It can be hard
But we all need a good card
So when our days are slowly coming to a stop
We can make it to that mountaintopReplies for this message:
(2/15/2014 9:55:00 PM)
Safe for now….
The writer finished the book;
Now comes the hard part;
First the scrutiny by the experts –
the priest, the bishop and the mulla.
Then the special reading before
the CPB (committee for prevention of blasphemy) .
Before going to the ultimate test by
the CPO (committee for prevention of obscenity) .
After that would be submission before local magistrate,
To be certified that it would not hurt
She was fortunate.
Her publisher would handle all that for her, but
the hard part was signing of the agreement
obliging her to withdraw and the pulp the book,
the work of a lifetime,
if anyone at any time complained of
wounded religious sentiment.
Just thinking of it made her sweat.
With a start, she opened her eyes,
Realizing with relief;
All of it was just a dream!
At least for now….
A Michaelle Yarbrough
(2/13/2014 9:21:00 PM)
A Level Of Misconception
Does a man turn away from right and good
Brought to the fact of humility not being able to provide
Children crying day and night denied everyday necessities
A lack of pride in being a man among men
Perceived lazy by a society that never has been hungry
Does man lack character, ethics, and moral stability
On dark cold chilling nights with no shelter or stillness
Caught up in a fight for mere wake in the morning survival
Things never perceived when childhood dreams were dreamed
When does enough become enough for you and I
How many go postal events or deaths in the streets
For the norm not to be normal in the sight of us all
Suffered long enough to bring suffering to an end
The level of misconception considered deeply
(2/13/2014 9:19:00 AM)
We find ourselves in tubes
Hallways, roads, walkways
Rivers, flowing into tributaries
Classrooms, workplaces, homes (with more hallways still)
We move until we are found by stillness
An inlet, where motion becomes just another option
Then, motivated by the unseen
Releasing the firm grasp of safety we float down stream
Lead by the infallible power of the current
Held tightly, we waltz
To the music of our choosing
We flow to the river’s mouth
(2/11/2014 2:17:00 AM)
Sunken eyes, inlaid in black:
A tired guise is drawn.
He sits there waiting for the crack
of inevitable dawn.
Destruction is done.
He's wished himself
a thousand times
to leave what he's become
His youth it felt so long ago
despite his lack of years
memories that should've faded slow,
washed dull by all the tears
Can he pretend it matters?
one more time?
He knows that since
he's lost all hope
fits the crime
(2/10/2014 12:05:00 AM)
THE ROOSTERS CROWS
Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string.
Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society
of your contemporaries, the connection of events. Great men have
always done so, and confided themselves childlike to the genius
of their age, betraying their perception that the absolute trustworthy
was seated at their heart, working through their hands, predominating
in all their being. And we are now men, and must accept in the highest
mind the same transcendent destiny; and not minors and invalids
in a protected corner, not cowards fleeing before a revolution,
but guides, redeemers and benefactors, obeying the Almighty effort
and advancing on Chaos and the Dark.
Ralph Waldo Emerson. Essay on Self-Reliance;
Early one morning I heard the crowing of a young rooster announcing
his vibrato for all to hear. It mattered not that there were no hens
in sight, the redundancy of his crow was to let everyone know that he
had arrived to claim this was his territory, but was it of no avail, for his crow
was flatulence for all to hear because there were no chickens in the yard
to appreciate his pompous boast.
O that men would have the faith to not give in, but to accept that his
divine destiny does not belong to him. For he feeds from the trough
of divine providence as the plate from which he must agree.
The dish of divine providence is not easy for men to digest.
It is full of twists and turns that are aimed to distract with illusions
of self-importance and pompous greed. But to the man who stays his course
and does not look back is a man who will succeed for his masters rejoice.
The decades take their toll of hearing, seeing, and the ability to perform
a simple task. Do we give in to these afflictions or do we keep going
with the conviction that the divine providence has been served because
we have faith that can move mountains regardless of the situation.
Like the rooster we seek our highest elevation and cry out for salvation
no matter if we not see nor hear, there is one who cares that no man shall perish
we are given a choice; to run like cowards or persevere in circumstance
and stay the course.
(2/5/2014 4:23:00 PM)
Check out my new poem. " Green."
Meadows, hills, Arkansas,
Vast open meadows with blooming
flowers reaching toward the sun.
Encircled with trees, a protective wall.
Inside that place, I can be myself
hidden from all.
Meadows, hills, Arkansas.
A stately topped with a grand tree
standing tall and proud.
A lowly rock stands as a companion
to the leafy giant.
Standing beside the tree upon the rock,
I feel like a queen
Joined with nature and in command.
Meadows, hills, Arkansas
Looking past people and focusing
on nature's handiwork.
My eyes and my heart see beauty.
Enchanting, colorful, protective and breathtaking
the meadows make an imprint in my mind.
Stepping stones round, smooth, and rolling.
The hills create a sense of joy and contentment.
My home, my childhood, my place
Arkansas draws my heart
to be ever so near.
(2/5/2014 12:29:00 AM)
This one is my newest one. Please any critique or comment you have. Thank you
I am Valid!
Every thought, every feeling, everything is valid!
Do not discount me because you disagree.
Do not ignore what you don't understand.
I am Valid!
No I can not explain what it is I feel, but
this does not make it untrue.
No I can not stop thinking this way or that way.
No I will not ignore myself, because I am valid.
I am Valid!
Every thought, every feeling, everything is valid!
My mind will change, my feelings will change, but everything is valid.
It will not make sense to you. You will not see my side.This does not change what I believe.
I am Valid!
Yes I might me wrong. Yes I will at times overthink and make a mess.
Do not discount me because of this. I am valid. Each thought I think and each feeling that passes is valid. They are my right!
They are me, each piece makes up a part of me. To deny any of them is to deny me.
I am Valid.
(2/1/2014 6:12:00 PM)
Everyday to enhance my brain
I'll smoke weed, sniff cocaine
Have a beer to mask hidden pain
Higher than treetops, insane
Different day, same old shit
Still outside the circle, a misfit
I'm not tried, made of grit
In life cowards are those who quit
Whatever I believe in or think
Changes moods faster than a blink
I wish to tip the bad down the sink
So whats left will match up, interlink
Sick of just waiting for life to begin
Want to be comfortable in my own skin
Hate the compulsion to be better, to win
The prize we seek must be found within
(1/28/2014 8:32:00 AM)
I like the quiet places, the silent places -
places inside my head.
Places where I can run and hide
in the moments when I feel afraid.
I like the places that welcome me
and let me run, or hide and play.
I like the quiet moments
where life seems far less grey.
I like it when I'm free to be
the one who chooses what to say -
the one who sits in silence
and hides herself away.
I like the quiet places where
in silence I may think at will,
and sometimes in these silences
I like to be quite still.
I like my quiet places and
the moments these may bring,
for in my quiet moments
I feel free to laugh, and play and sing.