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Giving Up On Life Or Fighting To Have Life.

08 Wednesday Mar 2017

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Ashes fall from the fires of burned out dreams,

And drift downward covering us with a fine mist.             

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Nothing in life is really as it seems,

For hope can end up smashed by someone’s fist.

 

Innocence comes from within, lighting our soul

With beauty, truth, and absolute joy.

We believe that others can make us whole,

That ideals can lead us to glory.

 

Sooner or later, we are taken down,

And our hearts are torn to pieces.

We search for a hole in the cold ground,                    

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To hide until the pain ceases.

 

We choose to give up or we fight,

To deal with the burden of pain.

For we know, if we extinguish the light

Of hope, we’ll go insane.

Yu/stan/kema.

 

 

The Power Of Words Can Change Lives.

03 Thursday Mar 2016

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Found on Pinterest on 3-2-16. Nicholas Sparks.

Found on Pinterest on 3-2-16. Nicholas Sparks.

The Power Of Words.

Words have always fascinated me since the time I was able to utter one. I loved the sound of them rolling off my tongue. Sometimes, I would sit in the tall grasses and pronounce over and over the same word. I’d wonder who made up the word initially and why. I loved to sing songs, especially while jumping to the beat of wooden bamboo poles rapping against each other.

Later, I found joy in the rhythm and movement of words on a piece of paper and the magic of words written in books. I became an avid reader   and a connoisseur of poetry books.

When I was a child, I learned that words had the power to create fear in people, especially when they were said in a loud and threatening voice. Negative words could damage one’s self-esteem, take away confidence in one’s skills to accomplish tasks. Affirmations could lighten the burdens that weighed heavily on the human heart. Inspiring words had the power to raise the spirit, make one keep going even when tired. Words of love and caring had the power to make the soul sing, the heart give more and be more. Words of validation made one sure he or she was being heard,  and taken seriously. Reassuring words could bring comfort to a  wounded heart.

As an older person, I have become aware of how much pleasure and acknowledgement comes when one’s name is spoken by someone else, how frightening it is to ask for help when one’s strength is gone, to reach out for love if one’s ability to trust has been damaged, and how difficult it can be to describe emotions with words. The old have need for words of comfort, of reassurance, and love, for they live loneliness. Most of all, they need focused attention and  loving words spoken by others. It is important to say the words that need to be said and heard  before the old die. Words have the power and the ability to heal. Sadly, they also have the power to destroy.

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Found on Pinterest on 2-21-16.

Found on Pinterest on 2-21-16.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One Of My Favorite Poems: “Tulips in Mid-Winter.” Jenny Hardin.

06 Saturday Feb 2016

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TULIPS IN MID-WINTER

The heart is deep and dusty, and it longs for sweet release,

The beauty of awakening, after heavy winter sleep.

A tulip in mid-winter beckons daffodils of spring.

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Found on Facebook Timeline on 1-1-16.

If I can only wait it out, my soul again will sing.

The smell of spring appeared today… a fainting, fleeting glimpse.

The briefest flash of better days rode in upon the scent.

The dark days and the lone abyss can weigh the spirit down,

The longings of a soul suppressed in which so many drown.

With age I see the seasons in a wholly different light.

They offer such perspective on the ups and downs of life.

The poems and the passions, the loss, and the strife

Inviting me closer, to the self, the me, the “I.”

I know that she’s still in there…she winks, I shrug…we cry.

A blizzard in November and the heat of mid-July,

To  live with such extremes, I fear that I might die.

But weather has  much to teach us,

If we keep on walking, TRY…

I know leaves  fall in autumn,

Found on Pinterest on 10-30-15. Albert Einstein quote.

Found on Pinterest on 10-30-15. Albert Einstein quote.

Like all things, in due time…

I look around and  wonder,

Am I  past my prime?

Perhaps, I’m like the weather–uncertain and sublime.

 

As the sparrow flies off to the east, not knowing how or why,

Some mid-life day you’ll wake and find, not all  poems  rhyme,

Like weather, people, life… and the mysteries of time.

Mother Nature holds the secrets and the meaning of it all,

And restores peace within me with the Holy Spirit’s call,

Like sunshine warm at noonday and gentle storms at night.

I’ve learned from all life’s seasons how to stay upright.

I need my time of solitude and time to rest and sleep;

Like the storms of summer, I also need to weep;

And like the leaves of autumn, I will fall repeatedly.

New growth will emerge deep inside of me.

With rebirth, I’ll shine like a thousand suns,

For great mornings come when night is done.

Death precedes rebirth as winter turns to spring.

Found on Pinterest on 2-5-16..Google search. Flowers in the snow. Kimela.

Found on Pinterest on 2-5-16..Google search. Flowers in the snow. Kimela.

I need to hold on, not fear what life brings.

Like tulips  bloom in winter, I will bloom again too.

I know my peace is coming if I can see it through.

JENNY HARDIN ( 1/31/16).

 

 

 

 

*”Jenny Hardin is a writer and had a book published in 2014: Get Busy Living. The Art Of Getting Unstuck. It’s a wonderful, practical book to read on psychology. She likes to write poetry too. I enjoy her writing. She allowed me to post one of her poems on my blog today.”

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You Are Someone Special To Me.

02 Wednesday Dec 2015

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Found on Google + on 6-24-15. Wayne Lu. HQSPGOLD.

Found on Google + on 6-24-15. Wayne Lu. HQSPGOLD.

Found on Pinterest on 11-27-15.

Found on Pinterest on 11-27-15.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

             Some One Special

I’ve walked a thousand miles within my mind

And searched for friendships I could never find.

The kind where honesty can still prevail

And secrets kept that never are for sale.

 

I’ve held a thousand dreams within my heart,

But fact and fantasy were worlds apart,

Until you came and turned my world around.

Now, I feel I’m back on solid ground.

 

I’ve dared to trust again in human souls

And gained the strength to fight for worth while goals.

I’ve loved and laughed and wept with my dear friends.

I’ve learned to swallow pride to make amends.

 

Being friends with you has changed my ways

And helped me believe in better days.

Thank you, friend, for your fidelity.

You’re  someone special to me.

Yu/stan/kema

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sharing Poems I Liked In Childhood, #8: ” Quote From Washington Irving.”

03 Saturday Oct 2015

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Found on Pinterest on 7-15-15. Katie Pertiet.

Found on Pinterest on 7-15-15. Katie Pertiet.

” There is after all something in those trifles that friends bestow upon each other which is an unfailing indication of the place the giver holds in the affections. I would believe that one who preserved a lock of hair, a simple flower, or any trifle of my bestowing, loved me, though no-show was made of it; while all the protestations in the world would not win my confidence in one who set no value on such little things.

Trifles they may be; but it is by such that character and disposition are oftenest revealed.”

Washington Irving.

Found on Pinterest on 9-28-15.

Found on Pinterest on 9-28-15.

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The Search FOR HAPPINESS. (Part Two of Three).

17 Friday Jul 2015

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The little girl walked until she could walk no more. She sat down by the side of the road  and saw  a woman passing by. She waved to her and motioned for her to come and sit  for a while. Soon she began to share her feelings with the woman. The woman taught the little girl that facing her past could harm her. Focusing on the grief and pain would ruin the day for every one.  “If you are strong and act like the present can bring forth good things, you’ll survive. I will help you learn to cope and others will feel happy. Happiness lies in pleasing others,” the woman said.

And the little girl sat down and proceeded to meet the needs of her teacher. She learned

Found on Pinterest on 7-16-15. Grace-uncommon.

Found on Pinterest, 7-16-15. Grace-uncommon.

to hide her emotions and to smile when she felt sad. She locked away anger and she locked away pain. She denied her needs in order to please. But happiness still eluded her. With a sad, sad smile, she finally got to her feet. She realized it was time to move on. “I still feel like a zero,” the child said. Her eyes filled with tears.

The little girl started walking again. The ground began to change with each step she took. Green tufts of grass started appearing around her. Flowers nodded to her as she walked by. She waved to another woman she saw by the side of the road.  “I have become a master of coping,” she said. “I know how to please people and I can make you happy.” She began to show the woman how smart she had become and how well she could solve problems. The woman sat and listened. She barely spoke a word to the lonely child.

The less the woman spoke, and the less she smiled, the more desperate the child became to see herself mirrored in the lady’s eyes. She wanted the woman to notice her and to accept the little girl within.

Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. lizzie-chuckguire-

Found on Pinterest on 7-17-15. lizzie-chuckguire-Pinterest photo

The woman began to speak. “The way  to be happy is to be self-sufficient. Ask nothing of me. I will listen, but that is all I want to do. “The little girl yearned to be herself. She learned that if she released her anger, the woman would purse her lips. If she spoke about sadness, the woman would shut her eyes and ignore her. When the child spoke about fear, the woman would turn her face away and say nothing. The sound of her silence became deafening. “I am not responsible for you,” the woman said. “Where is happy?”  the child asked. “I feel like I am nothing. It is lonely here and barren.” With a weary sigh, the child stood up and started walking again. (continued in part three.)

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Life In A Children’s Home. Part Three of Four.

29 Monday Jun 2015

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Found on Pinterest on 1-7-15.

Found on Pinterest on 1-7-15. THE GOODVIBE CO.

After the shower, we put on our clean clothes.  We followed the woman downstairs and over to the first building we had entered originally. We walked into a huge room filled with long tables and  rows of chairs. Children of all ages stood in back of them, waiting for a prayer to be said. When it was done, every one sat down to eat a hearty meal. I never saw so much food before. I started to finally feel the weight of the confusion, sadness, loneliness, and fear. I sat in silence looking at the food. I started to eat and gagged on it. Homesickness washed over me in waves. My parents had their own issues and they were abusive and neglectful, but I still missed them. Bad parents were better than no parents at all. At least they were familiar, and I knew what to expect from them. In this place, I did not know who to trust or who to fear.

It was quiet in the dinning hall. The children focused on eating. I was told to finish my meal or sit there until I completed it. I tried to eat the cottage cheese, but the texture made me throw up in my plate. The woman got up from the table and stood over me. She made me finish eating the whole plate. She called me “disgusting.” For a  moment in time, I felt raw, ugly hate towards her.

After eating, we were taken back to the dormitories. My siblings and I were placed on a chore list. Mine was to clean the bathrooms. I was shown the steps to take in cleaning them appropriately. While cleaning them, I leaned against the cool whiteness of the bath tub, hugging it with my body while tears fell on the inanimate object. I was finally alone. There was silence and a sense of peace inside me.

That night, while every one around me slept, I got up and looked out the window. I saw the moon and heard the dogs bark. I felt caged in, imprisoned within the walls of the institution. I missed  the freedom to roam. I missed the outdoors. In my mind’s eye, I saw me as a wolf running across the ground outside.

The next day I attended the school across the street. At recess, the children yelled words at me. They called me a bastard.  They  shouted I didn’t have parents, that I wasn’t lovable. The words stung, but I hid the pain they caused. I persevered and I kept moving forward into the future. (To be continued in Part Four.)

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For The People Who Make A Difference.

19 Tuesday May 2015

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Found on Google+ on 5-14-15. Nitin Maratha's photos.

Found on Google+ on 5-14-15. Nitin Maratha’s photos.

Each of us  has met someone who has made us feel special. This feeling cannot be captured by words because there are no words to give it justice. But when it comes, the joy we feel is immeasurable.  We feel beautiful and invincible at those times. It is like  a bright ray from the sun touches our soul and creates a fire that lights us up from within. We know at some level in our minds that we will never be the same again. We are given the greatest gift any one can give another, the gift of oneself. For those who dare to love, to care, to inspire, Thank you.

                Yu/stan/kema

Found on Pinterest on 5-16-15. Maya Angelou.

Grief Can Shatter All You Know Of Life.

14 Thursday May 2015

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Grief holds captive every one of us  and no matter how hard we try to escape its cruel hand, it latches onto our hearts and squeezes until we scream with pain. There is no set time to grieve because grieving is personal. So many factors enter in on how long we grieve. There are losses in childhood that often get lost in the shuffle. They can be triggered to rise up like old ghosts from the past to leave us reeling with the intensity of all losses combined into one large ball of inescapable pain. It can feel like our hearts have been cut out of our chests. Sometimes we are left a  shell of our former selves.

How long we have known someone, the amount of intimacy that has been shared with that person, and whether there has been ambivalence in the relationship can make a difference in the intensity of grief and how long one grieves. If we have been abused as a child by a parent who dies, it can take us by surprise to find such sorrow existing inside of us for someone we no longer even like.  Not only are we grieving what we didn’t get from that person, but we also grieve the death of the dream we had of what could have been and the realization of what will never be. Some of us even blame ourselves for the failure of the relationship. We believe we should have been more as a person to make it work. We also try to still fix what cannot be fixed because we cannot make someone care for us.

So we learn to absorb the pain because we need to validate to ourselves we can still love and that love was good and authentic because we felt it and we gave, we gave from our hearts the most precious thing one person can give to another, the gift of ourselves as we really are. We come to accept what we can’t fix. It alters us, changes us in how we view ourselves and the world. The grief does not go away. It lives within us as a reminder of what not to do in the future. We learn lessons from those we have the courage to love. The following poem expresses this kind of grief:

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Found on Pinterest on 5-12-15. Gwen Flowers.

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-15. Gwen Flowers.

Feelings Are Real And Should Be Heard.

13 Wednesday May 2015

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It is unbelievable what happens when we emote real feelings in an intense way. People scatter like quail as fast as their legs can carry them. If they stay to hear the emotions expressed, more often than not, they try to calm the one feeling, or joke, or look at other people in an uneasy way. It is not beneath some to actually threaten or manipulate the other into silence. This only causes more problems.

The person feeling the emotion wants to be heard and wants you to validate that the feelings are real and that they have the right to express them. The feelings let them know they are still alive and human. To dam them up,  or try to erase them does not help in the long run. Telling them you don’t want to hear what they need to say is harmful. It is taken as you don’t care or they don’t matter to you.

The more effective way is to tell the one expressing the emotion that they have a right to their feelings, that you are listening to them, and validate what is being said. You don’t need to agree with it, but you can say you can see how it might be possible for them to feel what they are feeling because of their experiences in life. You can say, “I’d like to give this some more thought.”

The person who is feeling and emoting needs to do so appropriately and in a non-abusive way. If it gets abusive, say, ” This sounds like this is very important to you. I want us to take a time out, so we can talk  about this when I have more time to discuss what needs to be shared with me.” Being abusive is never effective. It hinder’s communication. The following poem says it all:

Yu/stan/kema

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-15.

Found on Pinterest on 5-12-15. J. Hendel.