A collection of short poems about life lessons learned.
— by Lester L. Polk
Love is
Love is a unicorn
because its beauty is mythical
all have heard of it, few have seen it
those who have spend everything
trying to describe it
Love is the 26th mile
in the marathon
the hardest to reach
but truly satisfying when attained
Love is a dagger
that strikes through the hearts of many
yet will be the tool to defend and protect
Love is the truth
whether words of romantic woo
or life altering reality
Love is cupping a breast
while caressing a mastectomy scar
healing the hurt within.
Clean
Pure, precious, blank black canvas
No knowledge of pain, wrong unseen
Pristine perfection
Infection, disdain, introduction to pain
Violations seen but ignored
Marred visage
Fault offered
accepted, rejected, dejected
purpose lost
chains abound
all around the world
ceaseless search
never finding
Paradox
what you are
what you want to be
what you have
what you desire
what you think
what really is
what your mind says
what the mirror shows
turmoil, struggle
the battles rages
then
the mirror shows
what your mind says
you think
what really is
all you desire is
what you have
what you want to be
is really who you
are.
God for a Moment
Every time we make a decision
we are God for a moment,
the master and ruler of our world.
Every time we make a decision
we give place to worship or hate
our personal deity in an autonomous place.
Every time we make a decision
we rule the universe
that is in our own skin.
At least in our lives
we know what is reverence
or sin.
Find me in
nirvana
paradise
seventh heaven
where I sit upon
my everlasting
throne
at least for the
moment.
Good Morning
It’s morning
the darkness has passed
free from unspeakable pain
hurt
harm
and danger.
This is the new normal
where we are
at peace.
The anger of midnight
has evaporated
in the warmth of
a renewed trust
Like a fresh dew,
safety is on the
edges of our lives
slowly, steadily,
encroaching on our hearts.
Everything
I am the love that you have desired over the ages
I am the safety that you lost in your pain
I am the prosperity that eluded you in poverty
I am the hope down the drain in the face of disappointment
I am the erotic thought in the middle of the day
I am the greed that kills in the third world and laughs in the first
I am peace that escapes as tomahawk’s rain
I am the health that mocks you from your death bed
I am everything and nothing.
The Itch
Why is
that which you want
is rarely what you need?
Why is
that which you cannot live without
you have lived without
for years?