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Reece Apr 24
I have some penultimate words to say,
Some final thoughts to escape my brain,
So, for a final time,
I’ll give you a piece of my mind.

Sometimes the subtleties pass us by,
The simple things of daily life,
While we complain about the mundane,
We forget the blessings right in front of our eyes.
From the birds who sing in the trees,
To the blooming flowers, pollinated by the bees.
All of these,
Help us see how pretty life can be.

I’ve learned some lessons over this year,
Those lessons I’ll take to heart,
Like sometimes “friends” leave you behind,
And it’s okay to hurt, but not to break apart.
Most people follow the crowd,
And that’s fine with me,
I’ll follow my own path,
To be renowned.

I firmly believe that each life is a story,
One worth reading,
Good, bad, or ugly,
There’s a lesson to be learned,
And you can think critically,
As the pages are turned.
After all, no one wants to be forgotten,
Or perhaps, some do,
I find that a tragic fate,
True doom.

It’s time again,
To quote a song by Alec Benjamin,
This one being my favorite,
Titled “I’m Not A Cynic.”
“I’m not a cynic, but today’s just not my day,
I’ve tried to spin it about a thousand different ways,
But from every angle, oh, the outcome is the same,
I swear that I’m not a cynic; my glass just has no water in it today.”
This one holds dear to me,
Because sometimes my sky is gray,
That doesn’t mean I’m a downer,
It just depends on the day.
I know my mood is mine to control,
But faking is a poison.
It’s okay to let the emotions flow,
I find it a positive notion.

This year has been a journey,
Far more challenging than the last,
I started off in the clouds,
Now I’m stranded in the past.
Friends have moved on,
Or perhaps, I pushed them away.
Who knows who I’ll be,
Junior year, on the first day?
I know life is a bunch of doors,
But a problem arises,
If you’re not willing,
To take a step.
However, if everyone stood still,
Life would be rather boring,
Wouldn’t it?
So I’ll take a step onto the water,
Hoping I don’t fall through,
Praying I won’t fall through.
Then I’ll take another,
Perhaps, it’ll be easier,
Than the first.
Before I know it, I’ll be walking,
Then running, to sprinting,
Clinging desperately,
To anything that I can take with me.
I clasp my hands on the doorknob,
And open it with haste,
And step through with a smile,
Not regretting a thing.
Though bittersweet nostalgia,
Might try its best to blind,
I’ll make better memories,
To shield my watery eyes.
Years down the road,
Wherever I may be,
Hopefully I’d found,
Some sense of security.
I’ll look back with pride,
At my sixteen-year-old self,
And applaud my bravery,
To take the first step.

Near the end of April,
And sophomore year is nearly down the drain,
I think overall,
I’m in a better place.
Ups and downs littered the road,
But I swerved and curved,
And through these poems,
I lightened the load.
Another thing ends tonight,
Sitting here as I write,
The conclusion to the final,
The final piece of my mind.

Wherever the road may lead next,
No matter how far or how scary,
I’ll follow it and reflect,
And make it to my ending.
The end of this little series. I appreciate all of you who have read all four! It means a lot!
Queen Bee Feb 26
A fresh start was needed, urgently.
The past has shown to much distrust.

A million doors and windows, closed.
Suddenly an unexpected entrance appears.

It started as an innocent "HELLO".
And soon become something more.

We fell ******* top of  one another.
And ended up holding onto each other.

With our whole lifes ahead of us.
We started building our foundation.
Brick by brick.
My Farhaan, I love you.
An unexpected blessing added to my life.
showyoulove Feb 7
We remember those around us
That make us feel special and loved
We celebrate the many blessings
Showered on us from up above
We give thanks for the food we share
We gather together 'round the table
With laughter and hugs we show we care
And pray for those who are not able
(As to singing "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!")
(IN ADVANCED, IF TODAY IS YOUR ACTUAL BIRTHDAY, then
🎂🎁🎈HAPPY BORN DAY🎈🎁🎂!!!!


Oh, HAPPY BORN DAY TO YOU,
SO, WHAT WILL YOU DO??
On your VERY SPECIAL DAY.........,
LETS HOPE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!!

So, what are your plans??
I hope that you have a blast,
It's your day, TO DO YOU,
I HOPE YOUR HAPPINESS LAST!!!

So, just CELLL-EEE-BRRATE!!!!!!
No, it's not TOO LATE,
It's your TIME TO SHINE,
YES, IT'S PARTY TIME!!!

So, just GO OUT and JAM,
Yes SIR or yes MA'AM,
GO and HAVE A GOOD TIME....., or
STAY HOME AND UNWIND!!!

STAY HOME AND CELEBRATE,
THAT WILL STILL BE GREAT,
AS LONG AS YOU'RE HAPPY......
IT'S NEVER TOO LATE!!!

SO, HAPPY BORN DAY TO YOU,
SO, WHAT WILL YOU DO??
On your VERY SPECIAL DAY.........,
LET'S HOPE YOUR WISHES COME TRUE!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/29/2025
Rex
Meeting my grandson Rex
what a gift to be a grandma again
There's no words to describe it
As I look in his eyes
I see the world
I see what my life
is worth
All the struggles
All the trials I've experienced
I know it was all worth it
It brought me to this moment.
I am grateful
Now I understand
This is the gift
The love the reward
To be a mom
now a grandma
There is no words
There is love
True love
Thanks for you
My grandsons
I am blessed !
Rex Emil Bear
Attitcus Hawkins
© Jennifer L Delong
1/7/2025
I love you Rex
Always w you
Always w me
JAMIL HUSSAIN Dec 2024
May the vast and endless heavens above,  
In their infinite wisdom, surround you with love,  
Bestowing upon you blessings most rare,  
That fill your days with joy and care.  

May victory’s glow, like the dawn’s first light,  
Lift your spirit to exquisite height,  
And harmony, with its gentle sway,  
Guide your steps, come what may.  

May peace, like a river calm and deep,  
Flow through your soul, and softly keep  
Your heart at rest, free from dismay,  
As wisdom whispers, lighting your way.  

May laughter, like raindrops in the spring,  
Dance upon you, and joyfully sing,  
And love’s warm embrace, tender and true,  
Wrap you in beauty, ever new.  

May hope, like the morning’s golden gleam,  
Fill your days with each passing dream,  
Turning each moment to something bright,  
As the stars above keep you in light.  

May the garden of love, radiant and fair,  
Bloom with colours beyond compare,  
Its fragrance, divine, in every breeze,  
Carrying with it a life of ease.  

May courage, like a flame, steady and bright,  
Guide you through dark and uncertain night,  
And joy, like the sun, rise high and clear,  
Filling your heart with warmth, my dear.  

For this soul, in humble reverence, prays,  
That your path be blessed through all your days.  
A Happy New Year, with love to inspire,  
And the stars above lifting you higher.
A New Year’s Blessing: A Prayer for Joy and Light 31/12/2024 © All Rights Reserved by Jamil Hussain
Bekah Halle Dec 2024
squeals of delight
float out across the horizon
from children in the houses
nearby.

then, cries of fight
follow after they tear open
treasures, discard disappointment
feebly.

many will gather day and night
full bellies will ensue,
then ambivalent skumber,
mixed tearily.
I wish you all a Merry (and not teary) Christmas.
showyoulove Dec 2024
The same hands that bear the scars
Created heaven and earth and the stars
The same brow that bore the thorns
The crown of glory now adorns
The same heart that was pierced and broken
Now beats within us, finally awoken
The same man we crucified
Has been raised and glorified
He takes us in and loves us
Gives us purpose and focus
He teaches us to learn and improve
To listen and allow the spirit to move
God can take our wounds and make it
Something holy and even sacred
So, remember the wounds and the lessons
And even broken things become blessings
showyoulove Dec 2024
Be silent. Listen. Breathe. Easy enough to say, but much harder to put into practice. Sometimes I talk to fill a void. I talk to avoid having to feel the weight of silence like judgement, so I don't have to go down deep and see what actually lives there. Help me deal with my emotions, help me feel my emotions, especially those that are uncomfortable or unnatural to me. Be silent. Listen. Breathe. Maybe the hurts and sadness, the hungers and scars deserve to be recognized for what they are. They are part of life. The help me know and feel I am alive. They help me remember and be more grateful for the many wonderful blessings I have in my life. There is a time for talking, but now it is time To Be Silent. To Listen. To Breathe.
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