sincerely_joe - Hello Poetry

i was just accepting rejection i’ve been receiving the lesson walking through pain to the ultimate blessing

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Jul 27, 2021

Jul 27, 2021 at 8:49 PM UTC

i was just accepting rejection i’ve been receiving the lesson walking through pain to the ultimate blessing

A little bird found a boat A little knot held it docked A little bird found out that the boat was soon heading out The sea is calm and the sun looks so far from the shore “Where are you headed?” asked the bird “Straight towards the sun,” the boat replied “You’re welcome to come along if you’d like.” The little bird’s eyes lit up. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve been waiting to sail toward that light for my entire life.” Anchor’s up, they headed out that night. The beginning was calm The sea was peaceful The moon was a kind and encouraging satellite They left all of the world’s crossed wires behind The sun was bright and the fresh salt water made them both feel alive. A couple months went by The boat noticed that every once in a while the little bird would fly off for some time I guess the little bird is just like myself, the boat thought. The little bird knew that the boat was heading to the same destination, however she wanted to fly there herself. Determined to find… Determined to find… Someone, somewhere that could give her wings a break. The boat looked up at its mast and wondered why the bird flies so many miles when the wind is willing to take us both in real time? I wonder why the bird works so hard to let go when there was never anything to hold The boat started to worry that the bird would leave home when she started to feel alone I wonder where that poor little bird keeps going? The boat kept sailing. The sun kept shining The wind kept blowing The water kept flowing… The little bird was off a few nautical miles on her own Wings working tirelessly The bird doesn’t like the salt, the heat, and the fact that she doesn’t know where she is going “I’m going to find that light,” the bird cried. And she kept flying in circles She could barely see the boat Exhausted she mumbles, “Where is that **** boat? I need to go home. I’m so tired. I’m so hot. I’m so lost. For the last few months I’ve just wanted to be home.” About to lose the energy to fly About to lose the energy to see the light About to lose all hope The bird started back in the direction of where she thought she’d last seen the boat “I want to go home!” “I need to go home!” Anxious but brave she tuned into herself, her heart, her intuition… Will it be enough to get her within reach of the boat… I’m not sure if we’ll ever know the ending to the story of The Bird & the Boat. But we can have hope. Or just please God let me know if I need to give up hope. Not on myself, just on us. Once again, I let go. Joseph S. Fusaro

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Jul 16, 2021

Jul 16, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC

A Bird and a Boat

A little bird found a boat A little knot held it docked A little bird found out that the boat was soon heading out The sea is calm and the sun looks so far from the shore “Where are you headed?” asked the bird “Straight towards the sun,” the boat replied “You’re welcome to come along if you’d like.” The little bird’s eyes lit up. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve been waiting to sail toward that light for my entire life.” Anchor’s up, they headed out that night. The beginning was calm The sea was peaceful The moon was a kind and encouraging satellite They left all of the world’s crossed wires behind The sun was bright and the fresh salt water made them both feel alive. A couple months went by The boat noticed that every once in a while the little bird would fly off for some time I guess the little bird is just like myself, the boat thought. The little bird knew that the boat was heading to the same destination, however she wanted to fly there herself. Determined to find… Determined to find… Someone, somewhere that could give her wings a break. The boat looked up at its mast and wondered why the bird flies so many miles when the wind is willing to take us both in real time? I wonder why the bird works so hard to let go when there was never anything to hold The boat started to worry that the bird would leave home when she started to feel alone I wonder where that poor little bird keeps going? The boat kept sailing. The sun kept shining The wind kept blowing The water kept flowing… The little bird was off a few nautical miles on her own Wings working tirelessly The bird doesn’t like the salt, the heat, and the fact that she doesn’t know where she is going “I’m going to find that light,” the bird cried. And she kept flying in circles She could barely see the boat Exhausted she mumbles, “Where is that **** boat? I need to go home. I’m so tired. I’m so hot. I’m so lost. For the last few months I’ve just wanted to be home.” About to lose the energy to fly About to lose the energy to see the light About to lose all hope The bird started back in the direction of where she thought she’d last seen the boat “I want to go home!” “I need to go home!” Anxious but brave she tuned into herself, her heart, her intuition… Will it be enough to get her within reach of the boat… I’m not sure if we’ll ever know the ending to the story of The Bird & the Boat. But we can have hope. Or just please God let me know if I need to give up hope. Not on myself, just on us. Once again, I let go. Joseph S. Fusaro

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it’s a clear light an ♾ flow of love i’ll never invalidate it it is everything in my world

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Jun 28, 2021

Jun 28, 2021 at 5:22 PM UTC

♾

it’s a clear light an ♾ flow of love i’ll never invalidate it it is everything in my world

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Blessings fall Snowflakes reflect your rise as they mirror resilience dynamically under the January moonlight * Now is your time Welcome to your life Open up Allow love & Feel alive. Feel alive. Feel alive.

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Jan 29, 2021

Jan 29, 2021 at 5:41 PM UTC

Feel Alive

Blessings fall Snowflakes reflect your rise as they mirror resilience dynamically under the January moonlight * Now is your time Welcome to your life Open up Allow love & Feel alive. Feel alive. Feel alive.

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Dear Anger, Dear Hate, Please, if you could... Get the **** out of my way. : )

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Jan 15, 2021

Jan 15, 2021 at 9:14 PM UTC

Gratefully, Thanks.

Dear Anger, Dear Hate, Please, if you could... Get the **** out of my way. : )

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Caught in the weight of the great snow fall Is it cold? Am I old? Have I waited too long to behold... That this is purely the weight of the love that I have been waiting my whole life for Caught inside the blizzard of love I acquiesce into the ecstasy of it all I am warm I am comfort We are one One is all And I think that for the first time in 20 years I feel home.

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Dec 21, 2020

Dec 21, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC

Blizzard of Love

Caught in the weight of the great snow fall Is it cold? Am I old? Have I waited too long to behold... That this is purely the weight of the love that I have been waiting my whole life for Caught inside the blizzard of love I acquiesce into the ecstasy of it all I am warm I am comfort We are one One is all And I think that for the first time in 20 years I feel home.

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My Intentions come straight from the source of love.

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Dec 21, 2020

Dec 21, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC

Check Your Sources

My Intentions come straight from the source of love.

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Allow your troubles to fall off your shoulders You are the sky Watching the snow The sound of confusion It will ring no more Dampened by the softness and grace of it all.

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 2:40 PM UTC

Snow

Allow your troubles to fall off your shoulders You are the sky Watching the snow The sound of confusion It will ring no more Dampened by the softness and grace of it all.

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Divert rain into a well of love

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Dec 16, 2020

Dec 16, 2020 at 8:52 AM UTC

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Divert rain into a well of love

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Dear Self Dear World I’m so bored I’m so bored I’ve done all that I could think of to feel like my body is a home And all is well All is quiet I am simply bored I’ve talked to rooms full of people I’ve talked to walls I’ve talked to Gods I’ve talked to the stars I talk to myself I walk up and down halls I think about the possibility of meeting her one day I think about buying a new house with more walls, more Gods, more of her, and halls. Without the right her, I’m still so bored.

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Dec 15, 2020

Dec 15, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC

I'm Bored

Dear Self Dear World I’m so bored I’m so bored I’ve done all that I could think of to feel like my body is a home And all is well All is quiet I am simply bored I’ve talked to rooms full of people I’ve talked to walls I’ve talked to Gods I’ve talked to the stars I talk to myself I walk up and down halls I think about the possibility of meeting her one day I think about buying a new house with more walls, more Gods, more of her, and halls. Without the right her, I’m still so bored.

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