Fool’s Paradise

Men with the most
have the least.
Men with the least
have the most.
Contradictory terms
I agree
yet allow me to teach
you will see
what it is I mean
how happiness is so near
if only we stop
really stop
disconnect
enjoy all life.
In a time strife with war
mental health issues
racism revival
divisive tactics by world leaders
all intended to drive the common man apart.
Further apart
devils can dance without due
no one will notice
as they all yell
wanting their voice heard
in this time of panic.
Delighted chuckles
roasting pigeons over a burning court
embers glowing
consuming life
redesigning the world under one.
Have you ever noticed
that the ones who want to help
really help
speak with words
whispered upon the wind
scattered to be heard by all.
Do you hear that?
Sparkling chimes.
Please hear.
And if you have
had you also noticed
those who would destroy
who play deadly games
scream
shout
beating their chests like Kong the Ape.
Do you hear that?
Screaming missiles.
Please I beg
unplug your ears.
You came…..
clawed your way across crystal dale
battered through wicked gale
survived all that came you way
to ask advice of me.
We have become lost.
We equate happiness with money
with how many things we have
with how much it cost.
Our children are no longer children
becoming victims
aggressors
so young
where has the innocence gone?
Spearing sadness
tears gather
falling hard.
Shaking my head
lips pursed
to keep from shouting out.
There is no easy answer.
There is nothing I can say.
My only advice…..
be the gentle touch
lead by example
with marked kindness.
Maybe others will follow.
Most won’t.
But in this way 
there is still a small hope. 
©Sept. 7/19
Picture one of mine from
2019 Matlock Beach
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My World

Darkness prevails
reaching ever forward
coating the land
pain
disillusionment
there no longer seems to be happiness.
Long for the simpler times
when summers lasted forever
winters slid by in a blizzard of snow
spring was announced with bountiful flowers
fall releasing the land to slumber.
Cresting the rise
overseeing the golden city
walled off
sense of superiority
I wonder
what do they really have?
I may not have wealth.
No money falling from my fists.
I may not have friends in high places.
No one to charm my path
open doors for me.
I may not have private jets
personal banks
yes men at my beck.
What I do have
is far more magical than all that.
I accept myself as I am.
I accept friends.
I accept family.
I accept applications to join my world.
My world.
Kindness is not a choice
it is a must.
Words spoken in anger
no longer able to escape
in my world
one owns up to their mistakes.
Opening eyes
to see beyond the self
creating a utopia for all.
I sit on that hill
watching the streaming people
scurrying here
running there
laying down at the feet
of those who have all the money.
Here on my mountaintop
cross legged I sit
watching the setting sun.
Breathing slowly in.
Breathing slowly out.
Escape the busyness of the day.
Center myself.
Close my eyes.
Erase the devils haunting me.
Breath deep.
Exhale.
Time to resume my zen.
©Sept. 6/19
Picture via Pinterest

Word of the Day Challenge Poem #32 (Untitled)

When unfettered
when time unfolds
peace comes to heart
desirous new needs
felt
found
I am who I am meant to be.
Confident?
One might think
yet I am not.
No longer is there a voice
no longer do I berate
but critical
oh yes
I struggle with…….
acceptance 
of what I see in the mirror.
Afraid?
No longer
never again
for I am strong
for I am love
for the nightmare has been banished
sent on its way.
Sometimes though
in the dark of night
the nightmare returns
causing me to scream in fright.
To beg 
for help that never arrives.
Lost?
Never again
no longer.
For I know who I am
I know the path that I must walk
how to get where I need to be.
Once I was…..
lost that is…..
wandering
alone
unaccepting
hiding from all the pain.
All of this…..
the ideas
the emotions
foreign to me.
What I have found
a bone deep happiness
settling in
taking over.
Once there was pain.
Once there was fear.
Once….. 
I could only numb
my mind.
©May 19/19

Caught

When you look at me

your smile on your lips

my stomach does a flip

and butterflies soar.

When you touch my hand

pulling me in close

my breath catches

as I stare in your eyes.

I keep telling myself

not to do this

not to fall

for heartache is brutal

I have felt.

Swooning

your lips pressed to my ear

you whisper sweet nothings

stroking my hair.

Even as I fall

even as I let go

I know deep down

this happiness is fleeting.

I do not care.

I will live.

I will love.

I will be myself.

 

 

Believe

Coffee wafts through the air
senses becoming alert
no time to feel despair
no time to stop and relate
life is such a busy state
never a chance to recall
the missed times of childhood late.
Love
Misery
Divorce
Life
Reboot
Recall
Re-love?
Sunshine and swing sets
parks and long walks
children laughing
corn fattening
this is what memories play.
Work
Bills
Lawyers
Alcohol
Drugs
Fall
Get up
Give up
Come clean
Reconnect
Re-dream?
Cabin in the summer rain
war played on the carpet
memories that do explain
all about happiness.
I am not as lost as I feel to be
I am not as unfounded
ungrounded as I view myself. 
Within me lays the strength of the Titans
Within me lays the power to be
Within me lays the well of hope
all I need to do is believe. 
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
April 29/18

Desperate Reverie

With desperate reverie
I swim the seas of my life
hoping I will reach the buoy in the distance
before drowning in sorrow.
Nightmares and fears
bleak and barren
they follow me across this land
where am I going?
When will I find the sunrise
that claims my soul
that clears my mind
that eases the pain that clings
like sticky strands of webbing
holding me in place.
I crave peace
I crave happiness
I crave a life that can be lead
with assurance and confidence.
I stand upon the mountain top
staring at the expanse before me
snow covered tops
green valleys beneath.
Here at last I can take a deep breath
I can finally believe
that the best is before me
and the past has been laid to rest.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen