It’s About That Time

It’s about that time to take out the champagne,
And begin to celebrate the New Year’s campaign.
This festive time is enjoyed by all,
Especially the dropping of the Times Square ball.

It’s about that time to write our New Year’s resolutions,
And patch up our conflicts by finding solutions.
Sending last-minute love to family and friends,
To end the year on a good note; a period of self-cleanse.

It’s about that time to enjoy the upcoming celebrations,
And live this next year more relaxed, free of frustrations.
Embrace this new year and make the most of each and every day,
And try to be the best you can possibly be, in every single way.

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Blink of An Eye

A short while ago, a family friend passed away from what doctors believe was a heart attack. It was quite the shock, and as we are still coping with the loss of a loved one, I wrote something in his honor, which I hope you all will enjoy.

Life can cease in the blink of an eye,
Just a few breaths too little, and then you die.
Feelings are empty, emotions are lost; the world is scary and cold.
Everything is gone but my love for you, I will always hold.

We often lose track of the beauties close at hand,
That once our life has ended, it will all just be bland.
One blink only, and your whole world can change,
It will never be the same, for it will all feel so strange.

Your world is not over, it is nowhere near done,
There is so much ahead; life has barely begun.
Do not fret though, for an angel is always near,
Your loved one is forever wathcing over; this, I promise you dear.

Nursery Rhyme Conspiracy Theory

Since Spring Break has arrived (at least here at the University of Central Florida), I decided to post something fun and mood-lightening. Hope you all enjoy it and have a great remainder of the weekend :)

Mother Goose told a lie, for she’s really a hen,

She did this to attract the attention of men.

Humpty Dumpty didn’t fall off of that ledge,

He was frightened by a gardener, mowing a hedge.

Peter Piper didn’t choose to pick the pickled peppers,

He was threatened by a group of big dancing steppers.

The ants march together, and reside on their hill.

Not one by one, though; it was just a fire drill.

Working on the railroad was a mere second job,

Suggested by my unemployment clerk; his name was Bob.

The eencey weencey spider had no encounter with the rain,

He was evicted from his household web for being such a pain.

Little Bo Peep didn’t really lose her sheep,

She was tired from partying, and just fell asleep.

Jack didn’t fall as he tumbled down the hill,

He had a girlfriend on the side, and was pushed by Jill.

Everyone has stories to cover up their flaws,

But when the truth is revealed, you need a moment’s pause.

Don’t be naïve and believe all that you hear,

Because without both sides, the story’s never clear.

My Eyes Have Seen It All

There is so much “bad,” for lack of a better word, that occurs in today’s society, yet often times we don’t realize it, or we just choose to ignore it. It’s time for us to open our eyes and really see what’s going on around us, and help make a change for the better. Keep in mind, sometimes it may only even take a small, but drastic piece of writing to try to make a difference, and that can all start with you.

I am a witness; my eyes have seen it all,

I mind my own business as I sit by this wall.

No family or friends, not even a shelter,

The atrocities I’ve seen leave me to welter.

Muggings and rapes, murders as well,

I feel like we live in some kind of hell.

Abuse and violence, abandonment too,

Just a poor old fellow; what am I to do?

My legs cannot move, and my hands do not raise,

Where is this God we are all told to praise?

My voice has been silenced, my ears have tuned out,

Any chance for the future is something I doubt.

Children wander; looking for heat,

I forgot to mention, we have nothing to eat.

Others live in comfort and still make a fuss,

How is it, they have forgotten about us?

My eyes are now weary, and can take it no longer

As the minutes pass by, I get weaker, not stronger.

Leave me to die for my eyes have seen it all,

I’ve been a witness for too long, sitting by this wall.

Peace

Peace is such an easy concept, yet for some reason, beyond difficult to attain…

Doves fly past the blue sky that meets the sea,

With white clouds and a rainbow, peace is near.

We put out our hands to shake; you and me.

We hold peace in our hearts, for it is dear.

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The olive wreath hangs high, yet seems so far.

While sounds of the calumet begin to fade,

As daisies wilt away in a glass jar.

The crane tore to shreds; the one we had made.

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Yellow ribbons worn, yet found on the ground.

The Mandala of peace, burned by a flame.

Soldiers dying, but we don’t hear a sound.

Security and ease, all but a game.

With the globe in our hands, peace is a must.

We need to begin with calmness and trust.

Take A Breath

When did you last have a moment for yourself?
A moment to relax; a moment to unwind;
Time put aside to release what’s on your mind.
When did you last have a moment for yourself?
Do you recall last taking a breath of fresh air?
Enjoying your surroundings and smelling the flowers;
Not dwelling on the past or the upcoming hours.
Do you recall last taking a breath of fresh air?
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When have you ever really opened your eyes?
Seen the sunrise and then watched it set
No worries at hand and no need to fret.
When have you ever really opened your eyes?
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Let’s freeze the clocks and pause the time,
Breathe in then out; enjoy our prime.
Remember you need to often relax,
And cherish each second; before they slip through the cracks.

The Opportunity of a Lifetime

In life, we are given more second chances than we realize. It’s time to wake up and realize just how lucky we truly are and learn to take full advantage of each and every day we have here on earth. If you were given the opportunity of a lifetime, what would you do?

Told by the doctors I have minutes to live,

With my life on the line, I have nothing to give.

Thinking about my past, and the errors of my life,

No children, no family, not even a wife.

If I had a second chance would I change in any way?

My life would be different, I would live every day.

I would constantly laugh and share smiles with all,

Soar to the sky and not let myself fall.

Be spoiled with good food, and of course, wine,

My life would be perfect and also divine.

Celebrate each day by enjoying more sweets.

Have lots of children and bring them home treats.

I would shower in the sun and bathe in the rain,

Make Mother Nature my friend, but never in vain.

Sing out loud, as well as dance,

All this I would do if given the chance.

The doctor comes in and unplugs the machine,

He says to go home; this is all just a dream.

I’m dazed and confused, no doubt you are too,

But I’ll take this second chance and start my life anew.

Alone and Together

The importance of holding on to the person you care about most…


Alone slumps along,

All by himself.

No one around, not even a sound,

As he walks along, like a stray dog in a pound.

Slouched over, hands deep in his pocket,

His big, gloomy eyes stare down at the ground.

Alone slumps along sluggishly,

Sad, lonely, unwanted.

Together strolls by,

Two; hand in hand.

Not a care in this world can tear them away,

As they stand side by side, on this most gorgeous day.

The world stops in their presence,

While together strolls by, satisfied,

Romantically, passionately, and happily.

Alone slumps along as together strolls by,

And all else seems to fade away.

They stare each other down,

And jealousy tingles up alone’s spine,

While appreciation tingles up together’s.

The moment is up, and the world carries on,

As alone slumps along, while together strolls by.

Why I Write

I write to unwind, I write to be free,

Scribbling on paper; my pencil and me.

The tone is usually whatever I find,

But I write to let go of all on my mind.

I write to express all that I feel,

My emotions are truthful, and all so real.

Never a dull moment; always a good time,

Think of strong words, and add in a rhyme.

Thoughts flow through my pencil; feelings through my writing,

Grouping the perfect set of words is pretty exciting.

I write from the heart so all can relate,

Maybe this was meant as my own destined fate.

Writing provides a wide open door,

After each poem I write, I can’t wait for more.

Thoughts, never-ending; just reach for the sky,

Once you get an idea, grab it; don’t ask why.