Poem of the Week: Villanelle of Courage

Villanelle of Courage
March 19, 2017

I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.
I’ve moaned enough groans and cried enough tears.
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

For too long, I’ve felt like a hapless whelp,
Always at the mercy of my own fear.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.

Facing things alone, few folks ‘round to help,
Nagging doubts always raging in my ears…
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

‘Tis the cruelest thing in my life I’ve felt.
Nowadays, though, I’ve grown sick of the jeers.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.

It’s about time I stood up for myself,
Took life by the horns, and conquered my fears.
Time to store my self-pity on the shelf.

After all, I alone can teach myself
To attain and keep that which I hold dear.
I’m quite done feeling sorry for myself.
Time to store my self-pity on myself.

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Bonus Poem of the Week: Uncertainty

Uncertainty
November 15, 2016

I feel uncertainty…
Uncertainty as black as the endless void of death…
Uncertainty when I think about my future in a violent, unstable nation…
Uncertainty full of deafening silence…
Uncertainty that wreaks of stale emptiness, mild flatulence, and body odor…
Uncertainty that tastes of dry, unfertile soil from a barren wasteland…
Uncertainty as a cold, moonless winter’s night.
I feel uncertainty…the true hell.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Aging Insecurities

Aging Insecurities
October 15, 2015

Growing old,
Growing tired,
Tired as in fatigued,
Tired as in irritated,
Irritated with stiff bones,
Irritated with withered muscles,
Muscles once powerful,
Muscles once capable—
Capable daily doings,
Capable of tending to family,
Family who now tends to me,
Family who now handles my needs,
Needs of comfort,
Needs of companionship—
Companionship I once had,
Companionship from my friends,
Friends now long gone,
Friends now buried—
Buried within the past,
Buried within my mind,
Mind no longer steady,
Mind no longer sharp,
Sharp like a needle,
Sharp and perceptive,
Perceptive of the world,
Perceptive of life—
Life I once knew,
Life I once had,
Had I only been wiser,
Had I only known,
Known things would be this way,
Known the days would go by—
By so quickly,
By so suddenly,
Suddenly leading to this.
Suddenly, here I am.
Am I just overlooking something?
Am I not seeing things right?
Right in front of me,
Right before my eyes—
Eyes also failing,
Eyes nearly blind,
Blind to true misery,
Blind to true deprivation,
Deprivation that others suffer,
Deprivation of what I have now.
Now that’s a scary thought.
Now that perturbs me.
Thought…
Me.

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Bonus Poem of the Week: Facing Fear

Facing Fear
February 13, 2015

There’s no running from Fear; ‘tis part of life
And something we all must face down the road.
No matter the path one may take, there’s strife,
And when one does, one can either be bold
And take on all that comes one’s way with heart
And gusto to make the most out of things
Or succumb to it all and fall apart,
Accepting whatever pain said strife brings.
I myself know pain, believe it or not,
Knowing I can’t please all under the sun.
Even so, I refuse to sit and rot
When I know that I still can be someone.
Come then, Fear! I dare you to hold me back,
For in the end, ‘twill be you who gets whacked.

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