Number Seven – Poem

Number 7 Man

Even when I do all 6 tasks just right

You still focus on the seventh

Which is done, just not quite…

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Your kudos last but a minute

Criticisms never stop

It’s annoying just like dripping water

Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop (it)

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7 is a symbol… of perfection

Is that what is needed to avoid rejection?

How about 6.99?

Will 6.99 secure your affection?

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As You turn Love into Math

You’re turning joy into pain

Can we scratch number 7?

So, His Passion can reign!

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Can we cover one another

For as long as we’re alive?

I have never met a 7

Not even a 6.5

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Grenfell Tower – Poem/Tribute

Grenfell Heart

What happened to you makes no sense, it makes me cry

It should not have happened – you did not have to die.

What happened to you makes you mad, it makes you cry

Children thrown out of windows though they cannot fly…

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Why?

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There’s not enough water – London towers rise high

There’s not enough help! There’s not enough time!!!

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This is not a house of cards, but it surely burns like one

London fire caused more pain than their knives had done

This is not a house of cards – there are lives inside

Real life people, left behind, who shouldn’t have died

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I’m praying for you if you have survived… You’ll rise…

And for you who’s lost your loved one or many loved ones.

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I’m praying that those in power do all in their power

To prevent another fire from burning another tower…

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Tribute to the victims of the Grenfell Tower fire.

Keep Swimming – Poem

stony beach

A brief definition of a beach, by me –

Soft & golden sand with a fresh breeze & the sea

Yet, this shore, right here, without one grain of sand

Is believed to be qualified. I believe, but not quite…

Well… Sea? Checked. Breeze? Checked.

But then.., stones – and sooo haaard!

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In my mind, there’s a memory of a soft & smooth beach

Without the soft sand, my bare feet feel so… eek!

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Rocks are surely great for the ‘mountain time’

Yet, each beach, in my mind, requires… the sand…

Second thought – let’s revise

It’s a fruitful land…

As in spite of my hurting feet

Which from pebbles bleed

 I prefer to keep swimming

In the sea bottomed hard

Than to drown in the one

Underlaid with soft sand.

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Final thought:

“Just keep swimming” Dori from “Finding Nemo”

All the Time & Everywhere – Poem

lost found searching

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You don’t just find Him in Love, although

Many people like to think you do…

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His Love & His Peace break through our Hate

You find Him in joys, but more in despairs

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You find Him in dry spells. You find Him in rain

You find Him at night and during the day

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He is all the time. God is everywhere…

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Yet, here is the most beautiful thing

About finding Him…

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When you cannot find – you can’t even search

Your heart is too tired and too weak to care

He will find you…

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Wherever you’re at…

In sadness, in pain,

In the storm, in the rain

He is there…

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All the time & everywhere.

My Life’s Long Enough – Poem

time-man trapped

When my time comes (to die)

I want to die with a smile

I want to die young (at heart)

As late in life as I can

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Throughout my days on this Earth

I want to share life & give

I want to live my life fully

And like I know why I live

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I want the people to say

That I was honest & fair

& that I loved from His heart

& that my life’s truly art

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When you say, ‘life is too short’

It just becomes my pet peeve

And when I hear you repeat it

My peace & joy seem to leave

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To me, it’s like hearing this:

Most High does not have a clue

He gives us big jobs to do

And yet, His days are too few

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Not me! My life is enough

To do what I’m made to do

It’s in the setting of goals, in love

And then, in following through

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Oh Yes, I have to agree

Life’s surely too short to fight

Too short to hold on to grudges,

Or to be dead while alive…

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Yet still, your words have the power

Power to add or abort

And by repeating this phrase so much

You might be cutting yours short

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I’d like to lock this advice

Within your heart & your mind,

But I’ve no PIN access code

Just PIN this life-giving quote

Stop fearing death (poem)

 

Everybody dies someday

“How?” is the question, not “When?”

To Live Well & to Die Well

Should be the goal here. Amen.

Happy New Year!!!

 

Peace, Love & Poetry – Merry Christmas…

I’ve been relaxing with family ☺️ (in between dramas 😠) while preparing for Christmas which, in Poland, starts tomorrow with a rather fancy dinner called “Wigilia”. We’ve just celebrated my grandma’s 80th birthday & I’m so grateful for being able to share these  special moments with the people I love. I hope you are surrounded by warmth, kindness and loved ones in this wonderful season & that it truly is a jolly season for you.

Reflection time:

In the beginning, I thought I’d start a blog to share & to inspire others, but truly… I’ve been so inspired, challenged and enlightened by your words! I really feel like reading your expressions enriched not only my blogging experience, but my world altogether. Thank you for your labor of love and for your support of mine. 

On that note, this is the season of giving & I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to give you a little Christmas gift!  With no further ado, I want to encourage you to get your free e-copy of my book “Do Lend Me Your Ears.

Alternatively, if you prefer to be the giver 🙂 click right here to see how you can support a worthy cause with my book.

I’ve got to run as I still have a few more gifts to get before Wigilia. Yet, once again, thank You so much for being here and for sharing your precious thoughts & time with me.

Stay inspired & inspiring,

Merry Christmas ♥♥♥

♥♥♥

There She Goes Away – Poem

doubt, fear

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Here she comes again…

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And she takes my peace away

Then, she steals my energy

She says it’s too late for my life to change!

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Here she comes again…

And I run, so much faster than I should,

Or freeze disabled by ‘I wish I could’

Unable to hear – unable to see…

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Here she comes again…

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She is the cunning first cousin of fear

She’s so slick. Oh yes, she is & her goal is clear

She wants to destroy my faith

When my victory’s near

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So I doubt…

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Still I know

If I follow her advice

I… will pay the price

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If it’s right it is Him

If it’s not it is me

If it’s done it is we…

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So, I shout:

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Father! This is the first time when it really counts!

I don’t want to make mistakes

I am so scared I could fail!

Suddenly, I realize…

Whatever He’s promised before

He has always done…

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So I pray…

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I know He remembers me. I know my Redeemer lives!

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There’s no time to rush

There’s no time to wait

There’s no time to lie to myself

No time to complain

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Hence, I say:

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It will be okay, again. I know who I am!

These words paint my future

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There she goes away…

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Retrospection (I am Free finally) – Poem

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors

No way out and no way in –

Complete unawareness of being within

…In the heart of the greatest lie…

I was the most faithful friend of my greatest enemy

I was the lost coin

Looking for ways to be destroyed

Locked away. Locked in…

Believing religiously that I held the key

Surrounded by darkness from inside of me

I was a vampire, not even a leech –

so convinced I lived, convinced I was free

Chasing after shadows and fighting with winds

I just kept running around, like a chicken – beheaded one

Just running in circles, running in the darkness

Flipping my crippled wings in my utter madness

Admiring the image of my ugliness

Tripping against each stone on my way

In the dirtiest soil I kept washing my face

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Not knowing why I kept running away –

Away from the world!

Away from myself!

Away from my fate!

Running after freedom, getting more in-caged!

I tried! …To break away from the spell of his darkness!

But was overwhelmed by fear and tangible sadness…

…After I experienced all deaths that were mine

He surrounded me with a silent shout singing:

‘Girl, for you my body has been drained of blood.

How many more times will I pass you by?

How many more crimes will you bring to life?

Recognize me – I am He… Acknowledge me now.’

My past is a story of a tortured soul

Trapped in a jail with invisible doors…

Quick! Before the Drama Blooms! Poem

Drama Trap Pic Final

They have seen too many fights

Teary days & weary nights

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Respect, trust,

Communication

Seem like ancient arts

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Instead, there are…

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Fast flying arrows

By a rebellious Cupid

And mean accusations

Some way beyond stupid

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Whenever she wins a battle

She knows she has lost

When she opens her mouth

Her heart becomes closed

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She can’t hear his heart

He’s convinced he’s right

Every common goal forgotten

Overshadowed by pride

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What are we doing?

Why do we fight?

Where are we going?

Where is the light?!

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If there was a drama trap

She’d buy it – whatever the price

She would lay them all around them

Like the ones used to catch mice

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If there was a drama spray

He’d spray it all over their rooms

He would spray before it comes

Quick! Before the drama blooms!

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Yet, there sure is such a trap

Yes! There sure is such a spray

They remember the old battles

They decide to kneel & pray…