A daisy will never become a rose;
nor a honey bee change to a bird;
a builder most likely will not compose;
the sweetest song that we heard.
A grizzly bear won’t adopt a fish;
he will likely eat him, instead;
a wishing well won’t grant a wish;
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REALITY
Poems about Reality
Today, I took a taste of life;
my palate sensing it’s flavor;
even tho embracing strife;
each single experience, savor.
Awakened; emerging from my cocoon;
the death of nighttime, now gone;
this new day couldn’t come too soon;
for I was ready for life to go on.
Yesterday
…What exactly is meant by depth;
is it some form of linear distance;
and what is the meaning of breadth;
is it width, at word’s insistence?
Words enable us to define reality;
but, sometimes they express lies;
words occasionally speak of finality;
yet, we all know nothing dies.
How
…There’s so much in life I can’t see;
it seems as though I can’t win.
Must failure be part of my destiny;
am I finished, before I begin?
Failure is the great teacher of life;
perhaps that’s what I’m to be;
if you doubt it;
Words; windblown expressions of thought;
thoughts that are transformed to sound;
they don’t always say what they ought;
yet, they affect all the people, around.
Words had their beginning as simple tools;
communication of reality; their design;
thoughts, themselves, converted to jewels;
expressing majesty and beauty, devine.
All fashioned
…What is meant by, “Word becomes flesh,”
as a Bible verse claims truth to be?
It means one reality, takes another one’s place;
and an energy became flesh you could see.
Every word spoken was authored by thought;
for thought, alone, spoke reality to be;
and, when to fruition,
It requires time to cross the street;
a place where two factors converge;
signaling where time and distance meet;
infinity; where time and space merge.
We’re assuming, there’s a street to cross;
and a timepiece just ticking away;
time and space seem to be our boss;
yet our
It’s morning; the break of dawn;
eraser of all the past’s mistakes;
time for all of life to move on;
as, once again, a new dawn breaks.
Pry fingers off, all remnants of past;
we weren’t meant to always hold on;
sadness nor mistakes; not meant to