#journeyoflife - Hello Poetry

My birth month draws near Taking stock of the past year What I learned Have I grown? Discontent breads fear, seeds I’ve sewn Where am I on my journey of life Am I a good mother, friend, wife? Weathering every pain and strife Surgeons had me under their knife Coldness settles in the February air So many catastrophic situations to bare In people’s eye is it pity or genuine care Humanity is a very lonely place to share A melancholy existence falls upon my head Sometimes I don’t want to get out of bed Was it Something I heard something I said Fog looming ;Gloom, Doom, and When I get like this basically in a funk It’s time to clear out the proverbial trunk analyze,Take stock get rid of, the junk Tabula rasa, clean slate live with ***** Footnotes The ides of March refers to March 15 on the Roman calendar, famous as the deadline for settling debts, and the date of Julius Caesar’s assassination in 44 BC . It’s not an island but a midpoint date marked by religious observances representing a turning point of life. Inspired songs 1) Birthday Cake Polka by John Rovack 1952 2) Sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel 1964 3) Play that funky music 1976 Written by Rob Parissi Band Wild Cherry

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Feb 6

Feb 6, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC

cj-sutherland

The Isles of March Calling Debts Due

My birth month draws near Taking stock of the past year What I learned Have I grown? Discontent breads fear, seeds I’ve sewn Where am I on my journey of life Am I a good mother, friend, wife? Weathering every pain and strife Surgeons had me under their knife Coldness settles in the February air So many catastrophic situations to bare In people’s eye is it pity or genuine care Humanity is a very lonely place to share A melancholy existence falls upon my head Sometimes I don’t want to get out of bed Was it Something I heard something I said Fog looming ;Gloom, Doom, and When I get like this basically in a funk It’s time to clear out the proverbial trunk analyze,Take stock get rid of, the junk Tabula rasa, clean slate live with ***** Footnotes The ides of March refers to March 15 on the Roman calendar, famous as the deadline for settling debts, and the date of Julius Caesar’s assassination in 44 BC . It’s not an island but a midpoint date marked by religious observances representing a turning point of life. Inspired songs 1) Birthday Cake Polka by John Rovack 1952 2) Sound of silence by Simon and Garfunkel 1964 3) Play that funky music 1976 Written by Rob Parissi Band Wild Cherry

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A journey long, through countless miles Yet the heart, walks with smiles Time took the glow, not the flame Every new turn, is but a quite game. The past leaves shadows, but none to blame, I move through silence, to meet the divine. Susanta Pattnayak

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Apr 23, 2025

Apr 23, 2025 at 5:00 AM UTC

susanta_pattnayak

A Journey

A journey long, through countless miles Yet the heart, walks with smiles Time took the glow, not the flame Every new turn, is but a quite game. The past leaves shadows, but none to blame, I move through silence, to meet the divine. Susanta Pattnayak

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Every morning We woke up And believe on dreams And everyday magic And find a reason And being aware Adopt the art Of inhale, exhale Mastering a balance And it makes sense

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Mar 20, 2019

Mar 20, 2019 at 12:15 AM UTC

mystic-ink-plus

Resilience

Every morning We woke up And believe on dreams And everyday magic And find a reason And being aware Adopt the art Of inhale, exhale Mastering a balance And it makes sense

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*Blink I fall, I knew eventually I would fall. But I didn’t want to, at least not now. I may say I don’t ‘give a f about what society thinks about me.’ But deep down, I seek for attention. I want validation. I want respect. I want to be accepted and loved, And looked upon. But this is tough. I don’t know how long, I can do this. Sadly, we are taught this is the only ‘Way’. Because success is never defined by you. The society defines your success. You are a pawn. The game, your moves, the result, everything Is set by them. *blink I’m in a state of dilemma One preaches, ‘These minuscule bits of time Which are smaller than a molecule in The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe. Can’t determine your entire future. Nor can the society. Your success, your happiness Is defined by you, not them.’ The other reminds me, that your success is defined by the society you live in. And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success. And defying them Is losing your Status, love, fame, acknowledgement, And you can’t afford that. *blink However, hypocritical I might sound, I’m forced to choose the second. But every passing second I live with the guilt of never Choosing the other road. Cause the road not taken, was perhaps the road I was to take. *blink Focus, time is slipping away. So, I stop contemplating and work mechanically. Finally, it is over. A sigh of relief. But unfortunately, this is not the end. Once you let yourself in to this system. Then you are lost to it. You are consumed by it you are enslaved. *Hush Take rest for now. Because you are trapped, They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’, And you can’t turn back. *blink Eyes shut. Pen drops. -Blank-

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Jan 31, 2019

Jan 31, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC

gaw

*Blink.

*Blink I fall, I knew eventually I would fall. But I didn’t want to, at least not now. I may say I don’t ‘give a f about what society thinks about me.’ But deep down, I seek for attention. I want validation. I want respect. I want to be accepted and loved, And looked upon. But this is tough. I don’t know how long, I can do this. Sadly, we are taught this is the only ‘Way’. Because success is never defined by you. The society defines your success. You are a pawn. The game, your moves, the result, everything Is set by them. *blink I’m in a state of dilemma One preaches, ‘These minuscule bits of time Which are smaller than a molecule in The entire expanse of this ever-expanding universe. Can’t determine your entire future. Nor can the society. Your success, your happiness Is defined by you, not them.’ The other reminds me, that your success is defined by the society you live in. And to them this is the ‘only way’ to success. And defying them Is losing your Status, love, fame, acknowledgement, And you can’t afford that. *blink However, hypocritical I might sound, I’m forced to choose the second. But every passing second I live with the guilt of never Choosing the other road. Cause the road not taken, was perhaps the road I was to take. *blink Focus, time is slipping away. So, I stop contemplating and work mechanically. Finally, it is over. A sigh of relief. But unfortunately, this is not the end. Once you let yourself in to this system. Then you are lost to it. You are consumed by it you are enslaved. *Hush Take rest for now. Because you are trapped, They have fabricated your journey to ‘happiness’, And you can’t turn back. *blink Eyes shut. Pen drops. -Blank-

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