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Category: Poetry

Friday, August 15, 2008


I’ve been dealing with a lot recently and my outlet for stress is poetry. I sometimes keep things bottled inside but on some occasions it helps me to put pen to paper to put things in perspective.


Here I sit reflecting
Reflecting in my cube of solitude
Looking at my world and life around me
Things that affect me

Reflecting on my feelings, my hopes and my dreams
Reflecting on my past and my present
Trying to find out what it all means

Contemplating life without you
Contemplating life with you
Are they both interchangeable
Can I have my cake and eat it too?

Reflection is bringing about my perspective
Is it too late to start anew?
Do I look upon the boldly rising sun or squint into it not quite sure if I’m worthy
Worthy to work my way back to the being I once was
The being who was able to move mountains, cross valleys, and overcome any adversity

Or do I just continue to sit here in my cube of solitude and continue to just be.

I think my reflecting has come to an end and I know what the end shall be.
To reflect no more and to stand strong and firm and end this cube of solitude and embrace the path I’ve chosen to deflect all past wrongs before and smile boldly
Walk right through the door because my reflection is all done.

Copyrighted Alondra DeGroat-Reid August 15, 2008

Posted by loni on 08/15 at 09:43 AM in Poetry
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Friday, March 02, 2007

Girlfriends and Relationships

Girlfriends and Relationships

When you are in them, sometimes seems like you are stuck

You think I’m doing the right thing but then you look around and wonder
Wasn’t I in a better place before you came along? 

I was told relationships and friendships are a lot of work
You only get out of it what you put into it
And anything worth having is worth working for, heard that one just yesterday on the radio
All those old cliché’s

But who’s listening to them anyway

If relationships are about partnerships can you tell the partner because they just don’t get it.

Posted by loni on 03/02 at 03:43 PM in Poetry
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I was feeling my muse as I do sometimes and well you will understand.


What is beauty?
Is it skin deep? Is it the color of skin, the texture of hair, the shape of hips, bulging biceps?

What is beauty?
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder or so they say.
But who says what beauty is anyway

Beauty could be the sunrise
Birds flying across the sky

Beauty could be a baby’s smile and the light in their parent’s eye.

What is beauty?

Is there a real definition or meaning?
Who’s to say that what is beautiful to me may not be beautiful to others or others shouldn’t think it beautiful.
Who determines the worth of beauty?

Is beauty a standard by which we all must live and strive to achieve or are we content to be happy with who we are and find beauty every day around us.

What is beauty other than a standard that some shallow man or woman somewhere decided to judge the world by to see if we all can measure up.

Beauty to me is a state of mind, because beauty can be found in the smallest and simplest of places

Beauty is in a kiss, a look, the sky, the earth, people

Beauty is God and it is love. Beauty is what the world is made of
If everyone conformed to a standard what type of world would this be?

One without beauty.

© March 2, 2007 Alondra Reid

Posted by loni on 03/02 at 03:07 PM in Poetry
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Tuesday, October 25, 2005

new poetry


The pine breeze
Caresses my spirit
As the sunset
Warms my spirit
And illuminates the nights sky.

The starry sky twinkles
As I dance to
The kind whisper of your song
Joy rushes through my spirit

As the sun
Reveals new adventures
The mist recedes to day
My minds eye gasps in celebration

The heavens
Woven with your paint
Proclaim your love for me
Blankets of color
Comfort my sorrows

The flowers glisten forgiveness
Tears of yesterdays regret
Forgiven today
My daily bread
Given by you.

Posted by bbeard on 10/25 at 03:14 PM in Poetry
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new poetry

Prayer of the Broken Hearted

Take my life from me,
I dont want it anymore
Give me eyes that see
The love that youve prepared

Here is my angry heart
Every broken part
I give you everything
The sorrow, joy, and pain
All Ive ever held dear

Take from me
My fears
Give me ears
To hear your laughter
Give me eyes
That I might see the way
Paved with joy
That youve prepared

Posted by bbeard on 10/25 at 03:04 PM in Poetry
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The Meeting

Holding my cup of dark secrets
I reflect as the steam rises
From around my haggard reflection

As I ponder
My lifes worth
In the balance of wreckage
Left behind in my storm

I hear my story
Fall from another mans lips
I know that I am no longer
Alone in my world of regrets

This freedom of brotherhood
Feels as a compassionate
Sunrise on a darkened heart

Only the wreckage
Shame, regret, and healing
Can form bonds
That out-fathom
All understanding

Posted by bbeard on 10/25 at 02:48 PM in Poetry
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Friday, September 16, 2005

The Person That Love Built (Through a Grandmother’s Love)

I’ve often watched some of my “friends” interact with their kids and I wonder what happened to parents that believe in discipline and raised their kids to be respectful and it got me to thinking about my own childhood. 

This is the person that love built
Granny as she was affectionately called scraped,
And saved to provide for me
Her work ethic I admired and although sometimes didnunderstand
It taught me and molded me.
This is the person that love built

Sunday morning breakfast prepared by hands with care before church
Monday through Thursday hot meals breakfast and dinner
Friday night fish fry because I liked them!
Saturday night pizza just because
Everything made from scratch, and oh how good it was
This is the person that love built

Posted by loni on 09/16 at 07:18 AM in Poetry
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Thursday, September 15, 2005


Drifting on a memory, ainno place Irather be than with him loving him.

Isnthat what Idoing, sitting here dreaming֍
Thatwhat Ifeeling
What Ifeeling every time I visualize and day dream
and hear his voice even though I ainmet him yet.

I long to find him my one true love
the eraser of past mistakes, the kindred spirit
the one who feels my emotions, feeds my mind
challenges my intellect, strokes my ego
makes me want to submit to his will֠and he to mine

Posted by loni on 09/15 at 02:34 PM in Poetry
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Tuesday, August 23, 2005

The Break Up

I sit here all alone in my room of solitude
Counting the seconds, minutes, hours until the day is through
Where did I go wrong?
What should I do?

Posted by loni on 08/23 at 02:22 PM in Poetry
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Thursday, August 11, 2005

Never Too Late: 08.11.05

It is never too late to live with richness, purpose, joy and love. No matter
how much time you feel you have wasted or lost, it is never too late to make
the very most of the moment you’re in.

No matter how many mistakes you may think you have made, it is never too
late to start moving in a positive direction. The instant you choose to
fully live, the past no longer has the power to hold you back. Where you are
now is precisely where you need to be. With gratitude in your heart for the
journey that has brought you here, choose now to make the most of where you
Starting from this place you can go in any direction. It is never too late
to choose the very best direction you can imagine. Dig down and get in touch
with the real substance of your most treasured dreams. For what matters most
is always within your reach. Move right on past the disappointments, the
frustrations, the regrets and the negative assumptions you have accumulated.
It is never too late to fully become the real, authentic, unique and
valuable person you are.

-- Ralph Marston

Posted by loni on 08/11 at 08:49 AM in Poetry
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