| My Poetry Page 2 |
| by Cynthia Martz-Rivera 2002-2011 |
| Under the influence
nothing bothered me I was like the duck in a rainstorm everything rolled off my back nothing mattered Over the influence I am like a baby duck whose feathers are growing in and its a downpour no cushion nothing rolls off my back everything soaks in everything effects me everything matters I feel I see I know questions asked deceitful answers Bones that crack Heart a mishap Standing ground As the thunder roars Ears cannot shut out the noise Light surround me Enter healing Calm envelope me dry out my saturated mind of words that have no meaning actions that have no rhymne |
| Aggravation brings tension
Tension hurts my head Maybe a few IGNORE feathers would help my brain lessen the pain even when it rains Look,there's the mama duck and all her babies are without feathers but under her wing sheltered from the storm Is it better to be a duck with feathers or one without Which one is more content Cushioned or bare to the skin the feeling one whose wet tears falls or the one whose cloak hides the pain and nothing comes to surface nothing gained Time to grow It may never Stop raining by Cyndi Martz 2/01/03 |
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| Tin Roof
by Cynthia Martz If these walls could talk what would they say would we hear the laughter, see the tears would we hear secrets spoken in whispers of days past would we see our daydreams and imaginations take flight into the night would our dreams come true like they did in the rooms the rain is falling, teardrops on the tin roof the tiger is trying to get through the window when I wake there is blood on my arm was it the torn and broken window screen, what was I fighting |
| Sound of Growing Corn
by Cynthia Martz Someday I want to walk out to the edge of a cornfield on a full moon night I will sit myself down on the cool earth and LISTEN Can you really hear the corn grow? Is it growing before my very eyes? I will look up into the starry heavens and LISTEN The corn stalks weave back and forth like a field of wheat smooth and in sync I can Hear the corn growing in the stillness of the night in the light of the moon it is a beautiful sound I will sleep awhile and LISTEN to my dreams |
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| CHOSEN WAYS
From a dream these thoughts arose and upon arising finding pens and paper I began this prose. Life in almost every instance is chosen. Not at the moment of birth but from each moment henceforth. You have control of your world and surroundings. Your Chosen Ways In the first years, you in a sense control your parents. They feed, dry, and clothe you when you cry. Then in your teens they try to almost no avail to control you because after all it's your life. Your Chosen Ways As you find your way into the world, you and your Chosen Ways find joy, happiness, pain, depression, and helplessness. You swim at times, others have sought your Chosen Ways. You sink at times under the influence of there Chosen Ways. In the name of love, you destroy your lovingness with drugs and alcohol. In the name of faith you lose your parents love for twelve years of your Chosen life. Your Chosen Ways You wander aimlessly, seemingly without purpose, chasing an elusive butterfly for years. Live in shelters, on the street Not missing a beat. You submerge yourself in self _destructive Chosen ways with the same Chosen people You are a product of your parents, and there parents and on and on and there Chosen Ways You want, you don't want. You laugh, then cry as if the milk spilled or your cup is well filled Your Chosen Ways One day after living this Chosen life for so many DAYS OF YOUR LIFE, you get hit as if from a thunderbolt. You begin to smell the roses, the wetness on the rose petals from recent rain. THE CLARITY There is No Right way, nor is there a wrong way. You awaken with light in your eyes and joy in your heart. It is after all, Your Chosen Ways. written by Cyndi October 2nd,1999 Copyright |
| There is a lot to be said for growing older
For starters we are hopefully much wiser We have versatile breasts We can wear then UP or Down As long as we can cough and sneeze we never have to fear that we won't be wet So in that way we are NOT all dried up :) Our bones sometimes sound like sounding boards Rolling out of bed takes on new meanings We always make sure we have something to hold onto, in case we get down and can't get up There is not that urgency to get get and get more We are happy to enjoy enjoy enjoy :) We have earned all these perks and that is why they are so endearing too us It's kinda neat that younger ones are now looking to us for our secrets After all we still have that twinkle in our eyes Eve though at times we have lost our glasses and can't find them cause we can't see without them The other day I rolled out of bed and forgot my glasses were on the edge I had the hardest time getting the lens popped back in place :) I couldn't see They have special days at stores for us They call it Senior Discount days....I love them The Senior Moments can't be forgotten, even though it seems short term has left us forever. After all we have so many wonderful things through the years that we never forget too remember Most of all we remember the love that has caressed our lives We may not be near these loved ones at all times but they are not far away They reside in our hearts Om Namah Shivaya "I bow to my inner self" It feels wonderful by Cynthia Martz 2011 |
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