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Traveler Nov 2024
Did you make a monster out of yourself?
Perhaps it's time to put your politics
high upon a shelf.
In the end we're all the same
invisible spirits playing our games.

Empty your mind,
put your narrator on pause.
When's the last time you pet your dog?
Hugged your kids or called your ma?

We are all forgiven for being slobs!
Now don't be late for your second job.
Traveler Tim
You still need two jobs if you going to try to own a home in the United States
Unless you're fortunate
So nothing is really going to change
  Nov 2024 Traveler
IrieSide
whimsical patterns,
of vortex aura
colors in the river
of mystic reds,
follow this order,
of a thousand drums
like the iron
in a mountain
calling you
home

time flows by
as an intricate
trance,
we've found the rhythm
an ancient
dance

through the wormhole
of painted cities
and rock
of molten lava
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Lizzie Bevis
In this world, I find myself alone,
surrounded by a chaos of troubles,
including my own
and you expect me to stand strong
as everything crumbles,
because you want me to help you atone?

I am a dancing light through the darkness
for many, it seems, through their stress.
My heart grows weary,
yet I remain humble,
as you plead for me to protect.

Through all of your worries and woes,
I stand with you, and I oppose;
But when all is resolved,
I'm left to struggle
as life deals me blow after blow.

Why is life so ominously wicked
to those who are giving and committed? Through it all,
my priorities are juggled
and from my time you greatly benefit.

But these questions keep manifesting
in my mind:
Why do I care so much,
and why am I so kind?
Why must I carry everyone's burdens
when they do not feel inclined?

©️Lizzie Bevis
  Nov 2024 Traveler
South-by-Southwest
"An astonishing and horrible thing has been committed in the land :  The prophets prophesy falsely , And the priests rule by their own power ; And My people love to have it so , But what will you do in the end ?"
Jeremiah 5;30-31
Though the false prophets and corrupt leaders were loved among the people of God , there was no true foundation to their work . There was no substance , and nothing stable to rest upon in the end . Disaster would come and the false prophets and corrupt leaders would be of no help in that day . (Enduring Word 1996)
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Unpolished Ink
Those loving words,
the ones that burned my living lips,
have turned to ash upon my tongue,
clinker sharp and bitter cold,
now I see that you wanted to have,
but you didn’t want to hold
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Lizzie Bevis
First breaths taken, gentle cries,  
under watchful parents’ eyes.  
The first sweet taste of mother's milk  
she cradles skin as soft as silk.  
Tiny fingers reach and curl,  
as a new life greets this changing world.

Unsteady steps lead to tumbles down,  
tear-stained cheeks and a fading frown;  
Bruised knees bleeding on the ground,  
their brave face crumpling at the sound.  
Kiss the hurt and dry those tears,  
hug away the pain and fears.

Playground skirmishes leave a trace,
young hearts grapple with their place,  
as games and friendships shape their days,  
exploring life in myriad ways.  
Reading tales and counting stars,  
as time slips swiftly through youthful hours.

Changes come in the undertow,  
As pre-teen tempests start to blow.  
Mirrors now become their cage,  
with self-doubt writing every page.  
Finding paths through storms within,  
as adolescent shifts begin.

Teenage years bring deeper thought
and independence fiercely sought.  
Screaming words they don’t quite mean,  
piercing hearts of parent and teen.  
Growing pains lead to hearts that yearn,  
and life's harsh lessons left to learn.

To guide them through each perilous phase,  
and love them through their changing days.  
Watch them sleep like years before,  
until their world stops outside your door.  
Time slips too quickly through growing hands,  
leaving a void that no one understands.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm reflecting on my own personal experience as a mother watching my children grow.
The time passes so quickly and before you know it, they are leaving home.
Time really is so precious.
  Nov 2024 Traveler
Unpolished Ink
A tiny feather small and soft
makes little impact
when it floats aloft,
ten thousand feathers
make a bird
which sings out loud
and can be heard,
it’s hard to be a single feather
but we are strong
when we fly together
Aquila is latin for eagle
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