Tag Archive: hearts


It’s not all gloom and it’s not all doom

we’ll get through, though we are on the brink

fortunately, we have  brains that can think

Minds are joining to learn what to do

while hands will work to see the job through

In our separate homes

we don’t have to feel alone

if we use even one of the ways

we can reach out to each other, in a day

There are many, so many, hearts that must give

just so that, they and humanity, can truly live

Maybe right now, we cannot touch hands

but certainly, we can all try to dance

There are millions of songs to sing

simply for the soul-lifting joy they bring

We can seek out laughter, to keep the opposite at bay

bright eyes and smiles can definitely lighten the way

And when fear starts to creep into your head

if it’s daytime, stay busy;  if night, read a good book before bed

In the morning, look to nature for the lessons it may bring

 after the darkest storm, the sky becomes a cloudless, deep blue, and the birds sing

And in this moment, even amidst the turmoil, still, we can embrace the beauty of a brand new spring

 

 

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Our existence is wrapped up in busy fingertips

attracted to the alluring samples of scintillating screens

their constant updates filling our rapidly shrinking heads

But this touch has such little intimacy within its cerebral connection

where eyes no longer meet eyes; not light-filled nor even soul-piercing

soft, warm flesh not felt, and beating hearts not known

There is metal in our mouths now, that will stick in our throats

while impenetrable walls grow thicker to keep us apart

Until, out of reach, and each of us, alone

we will no longer remember how to breathe

Heads full

hearts empty

Hearts full

hands empty

Hands full

souls empty

Souls full

All’s full

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A muse amuses

sometimes uses

even abuses

an open mind

But she’s most unkind

leaving one in a bind

when off she goes

We must face the woes

all up in throes

our hearts attacked

thoughts gutted and hacked

We admit we need her as we beg her to come back

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We must grow a bit, when

our hearts are too big

Soon, they will fit back

inside our vests, less prone

to unforeseen elements, than

on outer clothing; well cushioned

in the event of a huge blow

This, keeping all parts contained, allows

for no missing pieces, when finally

we are able to locate the best type of glue