Prompted to Excel

The temptation to quit is one we must continually push away if we are to become the people we are meant to be. We do not have the luxury of taking our eyes off our objectives if we wish to be the best of who we can be. Some things seem to us good, but we are after better and best. We cannot settle for less.

Run well, be blessed, follow your dreams with your whole heart.

Best Unknown

the things we sweep aside
burying horror deep inside
in the cursed ebony hours
when we beg for mercy, sleep;
for ourselves the secrets
becoming hungry ghouls feasting
upon our weakened minds
the guilty hauntings we cannot keep
can consume our nights
disturb our days, smuggle peace away,
yet we know we like other persons
must fight our way into the light
make a plea to God for help to win
our lives back from that which would
steal our breath, leaving us inert, end
disspirited and dead, a corpse alone
the past is tome we must place upon
a disused shelf and let it fade
not reopening it to inquire what
now we miss because there is nothing
it holds that can invade today
unless we give it power, let it stray
from the position, it has earned
retired, obsolete, bridges burned
some memory we may desire
but much is sheer agony, anger, pain
from such we well do to refrain.

Everything has its place. Those things that torture us, we should endeavor to expunge from our thought. At least, never linger over them. Our guilt and shame provide no benefit to us presently or going toward the future.

I cannot tell you where this poem came from. It just, as most do, took over my thoughts.

Be well. Express gratitude. Leave life better than you found it.

Opportunity

I have always supported every form of artistic/creative endeavor possible. I pay outrageously for the privilege many times.

A few years ago, I won two tickets to a concert, the prize sponsored by the company I now do my small job with.

I took my Mom, who had never been to an indoor concert, and we saw Kenny Loggins. The thing is, “Danger Zone” from Top Gun is and has been my ringtone.

I thought I would share a picture. I was allowed up close cause the venue was small.

The concert was spectacular, and I am forever grateful I was allowed to share it with my Mom.

Worth Saving

We mourn animals, beasts,
Who are last of their line, but why
Do we allow preventable deaths
Of human beings, who are
Each one unique, never to be
Duplicated, repeated, or remade,
Each one a miracle creation
Given to enrich all, and every time?
Seems each man, woman, or child,
With all the strange coincidence
That conspire to create a life;
Would deserve every effort to provide
The needful things to help one survive.

Moody Weather

Regret is grey skies,
Pouring rain, distant thunder,
Unreasoning pain,
It fades marvels out of day
Takes joy, happiness, away.

There remains great hope
Storms shall pass like ocean waves
And smiles will return
With color, levity, light;
Washing pure, despair takes flight.

Those are conjoined tanka. I play with them a lot. Also, there is rhyme and me, not a rhyming poet.