#ornaments - Hello Poetry

My young niece, she used sing in the church choir But when she grew older she left the choir She got her nose pierced, became a Vegan and Social Justice warrior Now it was all about the planet and everything having to be done a certain way ...or else LoL When she'd come to visit, she used complain Your house Uncle it's s so cluttered, all these little nick nacks and ornaments you have and all these books You should get rid of half this stuff, bring it all down to the charity shop I looked at her and said, said quite mysteriously "My world... my world is not your world" I picked up an ornament and said "This world has a lot of ugliness in it, these things remind me that there's beauty too ' I pointed at the books up on the shelves "I can tell you why I bought every one of those books, what they meant to me I can tell you what I was going through at the time... And how they helped keep me sane in this... this crazy world" Then my niece she picked up a book, it was a children's book with pictures in it You probably won't need this one she said, it's only a kid's book I looked at her in horror, then suddenly said real dramatic like "Stop! Don't move!! Stay very very still!" What's wrong ! she said a bit concerned "That book you're holding, it's... it's God !!" What!! she said "There's a picture of God in that book...or the God experience, the spiritual thing That's why I bought it" She looked a bit lost, even afraid I smiled at her bewilderment and continued When I was younger I used suffer from anxiety and from ideas that made no sense to me...I was plagued I got interested in meditation and self hypnosis various relaxation techniques Quietening the mind, that sort of thing I managed to train my mind to stay quiet for very long periods It's a very hard thing to do but it is possible One night I went to bed, I was lying there with my eyes closed when suddenly this strange feeling came over me It was like something was happening, happening in my head, it was like there was suddenly something coming down upon me And then... then I seen it even though my eyes they were closed I seen...something I hadn't seen since I was a little child, an infant in my cot some thirty years before I was...I was astonished And I remembered... I could still remember There were several stages in it and you'd pass from one stage into the next I got so excited I thought to myself "I remember this! I remember this!!! I used to get this when I was very young" I was so excited I only managed to get through several of the stages before I opened my eyes I pulled out of it because I was just blown away by the whole experience...at seeing it again (after all those years) I lay there amazed at what I'd just seen" Here I stopped and looked away rather sadly into the distance "Unfortunately though around that time I'd also recently bought a book on Positive thinking, a bestseller, one that was very highly regarded For some reason I can't think of now I chose to go with the Positive thinking book Rather than to continue with my quiet mind meditation thing Yea, I chose something from the world rather than that which I'd found within my own self...something that was wholly mine It's something... something I've always regretted ... not continuing with my quiet mind meditation One day a few years later I was in a bookshop browsing I was looking in the bargain bin And I seen that book, I was looking at the pictures And there was this one picture that fascinated me It reminded me of my experience that night I had to buy it because of that". I looked at my niece and said "In that book there's pictures, look through the pictures, take your time Pick out the picture which you find the most interesting, the most fascinating ...the one that seems to speak to you the most When you've made your choice, close the book and give it back to me But don't tell me which picture you've chosen Then I'll open the book and I'll show you yes!, I'll show you the picture you've chosen ". My niece said "OK" as if it were a challenge, she went away with the book, about half an hour later she came up to me I asked her "Was there a picture that...that spoke to you, that you...you liked" "There was...there was one yea, one that was very strange ", she answered She handed the book back to me I opened it and turned to the page which reminded me of my meditative experience I turned the book around and pointing at the picture said "This is the picture you chose, isn't it" My niece she smiled looking very surprised, as if it were some kind of trick "How did you know...how did you know I'd pick that picture" I replied "You're young, maybe you too still have a remembrance hidden somewhere...a memory...of that special time....long ago".

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Apr 9, 2025

Apr 9, 2025 at 11:56 AM UTC

bardo

God in the bargain bin

My young niece, she used sing in the church choir But when she grew older she left the choir She got her nose pierced, became a Vegan and Social Justice warrior Now it was all about the planet and everything having to be done a certain way ...or else LoL When she'd come to visit, she used complain Your house Uncle it's s so cluttered, all these little nick nacks and ornaments you have and all these books You should get rid of half this stuff, bring it all down to the charity shop I looked at her and said, said quite mysteriously "My world... my world is not your world" I picked up an ornament and said "This world has a lot of ugliness in it, these things remind me that there's beauty too ' I pointed at the books up on the shelves "I can tell you why I bought every one of those books, what they meant to me I can tell you what I was going through at the time... And how they helped keep me sane in this... this crazy world" Then my niece she picked up a book, it was a children's book with pictures in it You probably won't need this one she said, it's only a kid's book I looked at her in horror, then suddenly said real dramatic like "Stop! Don't move!! Stay very very still!" What's wrong ! she said a bit concerned "That book you're holding, it's... it's God !!" What!! she said "There's a picture of God in that book...or the God experience, the spiritual thing That's why I bought it" She looked a bit lost, even afraid I smiled at her bewilderment and continued When I was younger I used suffer from anxiety and from ideas that made no sense to me...I was plagued I got interested in meditation and self hypnosis various relaxation techniques Quietening the mind, that sort of thing I managed to train my mind to stay quiet for very long periods It's a very hard thing to do but it is possible One night I went to bed, I was lying there with my eyes closed when suddenly this strange feeling came over me It was like something was happening, happening in my head, it was like there was suddenly something coming down upon me And then... then I seen it even though my eyes they were closed I seen...something I hadn't seen since I was a little child, an infant in my cot some thirty years before I was...I was astonished And I remembered... I could still remember There were several stages in it and you'd pass from one stage into the next I got so excited I thought to myself "I remember this! I remember this!!! I used to get this when I was very young" I was so excited I only managed to get through several of the stages before I opened my eyes I pulled out of it because I was just blown away by the whole experience...at seeing it again (after all those years) I lay there amazed at what I'd just seen" Here I stopped and looked away rather sadly into the distance "Unfortunately though around that time I'd also recently bought a book on Positive thinking, a bestseller, one that was very highly regarded For some reason I can't think of now I chose to go with the Positive thinking book Rather than to continue with my quiet mind meditation thing Yea, I chose something from the world rather than that which I'd found within my own self...something that was wholly mine It's something... something I've always regretted ... not continuing with my quiet mind meditation One day a few years later I was in a bookshop browsing I was looking in the bargain bin And I seen that book, I was looking at the pictures And there was this one picture that fascinated me It reminded me of my experience that night I had to buy it because of that". I looked at my niece and said "In that book there's pictures, look through the pictures, take your time Pick out the picture which you find the most interesting, the most fascinating ...the one that seems to speak to you the most When you've made your choice, close the book and give it back to me But don't tell me which picture you've chosen Then I'll open the book and I'll show you yes!, I'll show you the picture you've chosen ". My niece said "OK" as if it were a challenge, she went away with the book, about half an hour later she came up to me I asked her "Was there a picture that...that spoke to you, that you...you liked" "There was...there was one yea, one that was very strange ", she answered She handed the book back to me I opened it and turned to the page which reminded me of my meditative experience I turned the book around and pointing at the picture said "This is the picture you chose, isn't it" My niece she smiled looking very surprised, as if it were some kind of trick "How did you know...how did you know I'd pick that picture" I replied "You're young, maybe you too still have a remembrance hidden somewhere...a memory...of that special time....long ago".

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No ornaments, No Attire, Rather, No designer Can Design Your Senses, Except You! “ Design Your Senses."

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Jun 8, 2020

Jun 8, 2020 at 3:17 PM UTC

DIPTIDHA

Designer

No ornaments, No Attire, Rather, No designer Can Design Your Senses, Except You! “ Design Your Senses."

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☆ silver tinsel wrap ped around the christmas tree in the living room and glass bau bles hanging from the branch es with white lights woven in be tween such a soothing sight to see as i start my early morning with some pepp ermint coffee and i just love these december days with the tree

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Dec 3, 2019

Dec 3, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC

gracehaak

concrete ☆ tree

☆ silver tinsel wrap ped around the christmas tree in the living room and glass bau bles hanging from the branch es with white lights woven in be tween such a soothing sight to see as i start my early morning with some pepp ermint coffee and i just love these december days with the tree

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Stars are actually snowballs, constantly being thrown at each other by the playful children that are the Old Gods. Planets are ornaments that adorn the Christmas tree in the center of the Solar System. One of them has a floral pattern, one of them has the British flag on it, and one of them, I think, is half-shattered, only held together by the holy adhesive that is tape. The meteors are popcorn garlands, that we popped the other night. Now they're stale and flavorless, so we decided to decorate space with them.

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC

effieebbtide

Christmas, or space isn't all that cold in December.

Stars are actually snowballs, constantly being thrown at each other by the playful children that are the Old Gods. Planets are ornaments that adorn the Christmas tree in the center of the Solar System. One of them has a floral pattern, one of them has the British flag on it, and one of them, I think, is half-shattered, only held together by the holy adhesive that is tape. The meteors are popcorn garlands, that we popped the other night. Now they're stale and flavorless, so we decided to decorate space with them.

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All those decorations from last season on your door, they won't help your fading memories to last. Let's admit that we're all ghosts in waiting. Knock one back with me. We can rattle our chains to Christmases past. Tally up. Count the sum. See, I've got a clever face. But I ain't no plastic monkey on your dashboard. 'Cuz I've done my share of sinning and I've told my share of lies. But this heart's built ********* tough like a Ford. Come again to the ball. We can bring along our masks. We can hide our pretty faces' ugly creases. We can laugh. We can dance. We can pretend we're still young. But we can't deny our dents. Not tonight. No, I won't deny my dents--Not tonight. Out the door, night is cold. Let the band begin again. Doubt me now, but I am only getting warmed up. Though you've done your share of dancing, you're not really wanting out. Just like me: you never like an empty cup. Tally up. Count the sum. I might be deaf, blind and dumb. I ain't like the ******* monkeys on your dashboard. I'm just a ghost in ***** sheets and I have made my share of beds and I believe I'll ******* sleep fine tonight. And you should try and sleep fine tonight. Well, all those pretty lights, strung up last season on your door, they won't help your fading fortitude to last. Let's confess that we're just ghosts in waiting. One more dance with me. We can haunt this town and recall Christmas past.

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Sep 10, 2015

Sep 10, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC

kyle-kulseth

Ornaments

All those decorations from last season on your door, they won't help your fading memories to last. Let's admit that we're all ghosts in waiting. Knock one back with me. We can rattle our chains to Christmases past. Tally up. Count the sum. See, I've got a clever face. But I ain't no plastic monkey on your dashboard. 'Cuz I've done my share of sinning and I've told my share of lies. But this heart's built ********* tough like a Ford. Come again to the ball. We can bring along our masks. We can hide our pretty faces' ugly creases. We can laugh. We can dance. We can pretend we're still young. But we can't deny our dents. Not tonight. No, I won't deny my dents--Not tonight. Out the door, night is cold. Let the band begin again. Doubt me now, but I am only getting warmed up. Though you've done your share of dancing, you're not really wanting out. Just like me: you never like an empty cup. Tally up. Count the sum. I might be deaf, blind and dumb. I ain't like the ******* monkeys on your dashboard. I'm just a ghost in ***** sheets and I have made my share of beds and I believe I'll ******* sleep fine tonight. And you should try and sleep fine tonight. Well, all those pretty lights, strung up last season on your door, they won't help your fading fortitude to last. Let's confess that we're just ghosts in waiting. One more dance with me. We can haunt this town and recall Christmas past.

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LITTLE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE ILLEGIBLE LIKE SCRIBBLES ON PAPER. THE CHILD WILL NOT STAY BETWEEN THE LINES ANYWAY. DANGLING ORNAMENTS JUST REMEMBRANCE OF THOUGHTS PUSHED BACK.PUSHED BACK, YET STILL HELD ON TO, WITH OR WITHOUT KNOWING THE PAUSE, REWIND, AND FAST FORWARD HAVE BECOME THE NIRVANA FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM. CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT INTO THE HOLE IN THE WALL. CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT IN THE HOLE IN OUR SOULS. WHAT IS LEFT NOW SLOWLY WITHERS AWAY AS DUST IN THE WIND,FLYING IN OUR FACE TRYING TO BLIND US. WE MUST BRUSH OF THE DIRT EVERYDAY

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Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC

leal-knowone

iLLEGIBLE

LITTLE MOMENTS OF MY LIFE ILLEGIBLE LIKE SCRIBBLES ON PAPER. THE CHILD WILL NOT STAY BETWEEN THE LINES ANYWAY. DANGLING ORNAMENTS JUST REMEMBRANCE OF THOUGHTS PUSHED BACK.PUSHED BACK, YET STILL HELD ON TO, WITH OR WITHOUT KNOWING THE PAUSE, REWIND, AND FAST FORWARD HAVE BECOME THE NIRVANA FOR THE NEW MILLENNIUM. CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT INTO THE HOLE IN THE WALL. CHEW THE FRUITS OF LABOR AND PUSH IT IN THE HOLE IN OUR SOULS. WHAT IS LEFT NOW SLOWLY WITHERS AWAY AS DUST IN THE WIND,FLYING IN OUR FACE TRYING TO BLIND US. WE MUST BRUSH OF THE DIRT EVERYDAY

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No amount of camouflage on my face or ornamentation upon my skin can hide the insecurity I attempt to keep hidden deep within.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 10:13 PM UTC

Amberlynne

Camouflage

No amount of camouflage on my face or ornamentation upon my skin can hide the insecurity I attempt to keep hidden deep within.

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Do you love me? I tinsel

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Dec 6, 2014

Dec 6, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC

oscaroctober

(I think so)

Do you love me? I tinsel

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sometimes, i get up from the empty bed, that i have been lying on for so long, and look around me, absorbing. pictures, and memories of us, that remind me of what we had, what we had that is now gone. the pain, that aching pain is too heavy on my broken heart, too heavy to bare. we are done, and i can not live with it. the ornaments that are around me, that remind of you, i will break them to pieces so i will no longer, be reminded of you.

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Mar 22, 2014

Mar 22, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC

starlightning

ornaments

sometimes, i get up from the empty bed, that i have been lying on for so long, and look around me, absorbing. pictures, and memories of us, that remind me of what we had, what we had that is now gone. the pain, that aching pain is too heavy on my broken heart, too heavy to bare. we are done, and i can not live with it. the ornaments that are around me, that remind of you, i will break them to pieces so i will no longer, be reminded of you.

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