The Eyes of Our Soul

Ms. Register is a dentist, and oh she has stories!  I love that your profession doesn’t have to define you, that your income level doesn’t define you, that even our past mistakes and present challenges are not supposed to define who we are meant to become.  Okay, that’s enough waxing eloquent from this very non-poet; I’ll let Ms. Register do the rest! Check out her great site at https://klregister.wordpress.com 

THE EYES OF OUR SOUL

 by K. L. REGISTER

Emotions, frustrations, confrontations, and situations

Can often lead us down a pathway

An erroneous pathway, never meant to be traveled

And we sometimes forget about the true happiness we shared with our loved one,

       prior to the situation

And we begin to let anger

Fuel our motivation

Oh, this intensifying anger

It can cause us to express

Our individualized words

With such passion and deep rage

That during that moment…instance…second

The love we possessed for the other person seems to disappear

But thereafter,

After our adrenaline rush has come to an end

It is then…that

The eyes of our soul become awakened

And we realize

We have made a mistake

And simultaneously,

Our suppressed feelings, good intentions, and undying love reappear

Hoping and praying that our loved one

Is stronger

And willing to FORGIVE…

 

Used with permission: https://klregister.wordpress.com

The Voice Not Easily Heard

Ed is working on his advanced degree while he and his wife are raising two small children.  I can relate, since I helped “push my husband through” his Ph.D. process with three kids in tow.  (When the very precious piece of paper arrived in the mail, I told Bob that this was “our” diploma!)

Ed is also dealing with a recently diagnosed genetic blood disorder that has thrown his health, as well as his family’s bank account, into a bit of turbulent waters.  (I can say this because it’s on his blog.) But in spite of this, and most importantly, Ed is a man of faith in the God of wonders, Who is all good, all wise, and all powerful.  Thank you, Ed, for the privilege  of posting your work!  (As always, here’s the disclaimer.)

THE VOICE NOT EASILY HEARD

written by Edmond Sanganyado

*inspired by Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken

 

Two voices whispered in a dark room

One many and the other only just solo

One a rustling mopane leaf in autumn

One a thousand and one echoes of wonder

I listened intently, but could only hear one

 

Of many, I heed with all my might

For one was too quiet in this lonely night

As the stars, the loud echoes became light

Illuminating my path, it all seemed right

I followed the snarly breeze like a kite

 

I looked far ahead as I followed the train

Not only I, but billions trailed the many

No pain, no rain, all gain, but then, no brain

Only a promise of a dance, laughter and joy

Because it was a call to a never-ending party

 

And that night both voices equally spoke

The scattered letters meant the same, Come

Indeed, I listened to the other, not the first

The second seems arose from my heart’s rest

And that communion was too luring for jest

 

One day, I will recall with bouts of shame

In the distant past, a decision once stood

Two voices once called me from the dark, but I

Heed the one with a bait of quick happiness

Yet, the still small voice never stopped calling

–Let your life of faith transform society

 

Used with permission.  Drop over to Ed’s blog at : http://gracemusing.com

Do You See Branches or The Tree?

Okay, I know this isn’t a “poem” exactly. But it’s my WordPress category, and since I’m not a poet, I can plead ignorance of the genre’s definition. I love this bloggish friend, and asked her several months ago if I could put this up in December. The artist is Kara McGhee and I encourage you to go grab your smiles for free from her site:

Do You See Branches or The Tree?

And a very Merry Christmas to you all!

~~dawnlizjones

Madison Avenue Blues

Here’s my first offering on the category site for guest poets.  Composed by Robert L. Jones III, you can visit his website on mythology and all things superhero at: https://robertlambertjones3.wordpress.com/ (If you haven’t read my DISCLAIMER, please do…)  Feel free to leave comments, or perhaps click the poll rating below.  Thank you for your contribution to the art world of which I am definitely not a part….

MADISON AVENUE BLUES

Advertising slogans designed to persuade us to choose

Values that identify people by the products they use

Help to guarantee the consumer pays his dues.

 

Don’t you know the customer’s right, but he’s playing the game?

Habits can be modified; economic trends are explained,

Once the proper stimulus has the buyer trained.

 

            The beautiful people they put on the spots

NEW!! All for guest poets!!

I am NOT a poet, to begin with.  That whole WordPress Poetry 101 will most probably (and thankfully, for them and for my dear readers) never see my name on their roster.

It’s not that I don’t appreciate poets; I’m married to one.  It’s just that poetry isn’t altogether my thing. 

I read the Aeneid once, and even understood about 70% of it, so I really am at least part human.  But I also relate along the lines of George Carlin’s “See my beard? Ain’t it weird?” paradigm. 

Having clarified that, I would like to offer to my readers a new category in my little cyberspace corner:

(Drum roll…)

NOT-MY POETRY

(I wanted to name it Pontifications Of Other’s Poetry, but was concerned that the acronym might be a bit off-putting for some of the more gentle folk.)

On Thursdays, I will be posting others’ poetical musings for your interpretation and review.  And if you have any to submit, feel free to add your URL in the comment section. 

You just never know who might be reading…(George Carlin would be proud.)