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this is how it works-
what i focus on        
                                                  e   ­         x         p        a           n          d         s
fills my life with its presence
the positive or the negative-i make the choice.
victimhood or victorious-i choose how the world remembers me
                                                              ­                                                                 ­             the one i reject shrinks
                                                         ­                                                                 ­          ignored, it is dissolved, bygone
                                                          ­                                       positive or negative it disappears if it isn’t minded
call myself a failure - the world will agree
call myself a success – still they’ll cheer
you see, its always me who decides, what i want to be!

of course, it must come with a big dollop of humility

i can only start with me-change begins with me
can influence only that which lies within-inner peace
focus on my strengths, help them be
inflate them in my reality

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
   15.10.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
 Oct 2012 Joan Karcher
K Mae
Leaf swings in a web
I imagine it's not me
**Slice through Illusion !
 Oct 2012 Joan Karcher
K Mae
Sun shines now through fog
misconceptions burn away
thanks to expression
Wisdom I have, and blindness too, looking through my self-perception.  I expressed a poem laced with self judgment, ignoring the good therein until shown by responses from dear Viya and Ammu .  Thank you !
 Oct 2012 Joan Karcher
K Mae
Now ribs need healing
painfully popped from sockets
myself I wrestle
Safer to dance.
Don't walk,
protected
by shadows
wearing masks,  
                         when streaming light,
                         gleaming sword drawn,
                         comes to annihilate,
                                                     ­     evil shadows
                                                         ­ with vengeance;
                                                      ­                               *where would you hide?
 Oct 2012 Joan Karcher
CharlesC
a photo of
October..
suggests colors of
Our breathing..
an exhalation
as creation seen..
the rainbow
prismatic surprises of
metaphor and promise..
and now
Especially now
in October
colors glow
in dying...
Thought I had everything
two beautify children
and a wife whom i adored
but now in this life i fined
i am moving on won'st more
for i am a moving man
that is for sure.
sometimes i love my bed
it is not just a place to rest my head
it is place where my mind runs free
it is my mothers whom
some cold days cuddles me
I love my bed Mom.
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