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There was no one to hear my laments
So I told them to the wind
The wind told them to the trees
The trees fed it to nature
And nature understood.
A million different jobs.
A million different personas.
As an adult, it's hard knowing,
"what you want to be when you grow up."
While considered "normal" in your twenties,
not so much in your thirties and beyond.
In a world that's consistently changing from one day to the next,
why aren't we allowed the same respect?
We, as parents, wear many hats in order to provide,
they label it multitasking, we're doing it to survive.
Trial and error is the only way to truly be happy in life,
otherwise you're just committed to a career you despise.
That doesn't make one irresponsible, just more knowledgeable.
Two things can be true; you can have a stable career,
and still be a writer on the side.
You can follow your dreams,
and still support your family.
I wrote this about a time I was criticized for waiting to be in my 30's, deciding to work on becoming a writer/poet still working another job while being a wife and mother. Though, I feel like most of us have a job and creative outlets. We don't always figure out who we are or what we want to do in our twenties or younger. Some of us don't have the privilege. Best not to judge, when you don't know the circumstance.
In an endless universe, vast and profound,
Our mortal lives, but transient recollections bound.
We are but a speck in this cosmic dance,
In a cosmic waltz, in this universe we glance.
Yet, in our brief existence, we find beauty immense,
A momentary swift of the universe's suspense.
For in our tiny moments, we create our mark,
Leaving our imprint in this cosmic lark.
sometimes i feel like an ant facing the world
Dont call me trans masc
When ive always been a boy
Gay people didnt 'used to be straight', so why would i 'used to be a girl'?
Angels humming quietly
Soft melody of the divine
Song in children’s happy laughter
travel up through clouds and rain
to gates of cherry blossoms sky.
Melody of love and sadness
In the hearts of everyone.
Deeply hidden in baby’s innocence.
Going all life long
Till in old men broken smile.


Shell ✨🐚
Yesterday my aunt lost her only child.
Suddenly, unexpectedly.
So much sadness.
She is  inconsolable
Dark December for many.
RIP Marlon.
Cry not, you approved it.
If a foreign attack us?
You approved it.
No need to complain.

If a man attacks your daughter?
Out of rage or respect.
You approved it.
Cry not later about justice.

A felon, you elected.
Cry not when someone with less notoriety do it.
You signed off on him excelling through it.

Laws on the books for everyone.
So, when he flies to another countries.
Don't go trying to block regular folks from doing it.

Just remember, no need to complain.
We never were great, and he can't make it great again.
Not when crooks, bigots and fools, are your best friends.
Human victims inhuman disease
Gases still fill memories chamber
Survivors a perpetual breed
© 2024 Daniel I. Tucker

Remembrance Day here in Canada.
This is my tribute to the living hope of continuing valiant attempts at arresting worldwide atrocities against humanity, which continue to this day.

Here's to life...
I love coffee
it is my favored beverage
it satisfies my soul
it gives me leverage.
To start the day with gusto
with pep and strong vitality
with strength and hardy vigor
to face the day's reality.
Just a bit of coffee
makes the morn much brighter
opening the eyes
my steps a little lighter.
So, here's to that loved bean
may it's power keep us going
to dance the dance of life
and keep the juices flowing!
F    Fear the water God says you must walk across
A   Allow your mustard seed to germinate
I     Implore the Lord to take your quaking hand
T   Trusting that your feet won’t sink into the brine
H   His hand is strong in yours, so step out now in faith.
                 ljm
Sunday Acrostic
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