LadyDen’s Poetry Cafe

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"Accepting pains as something good is not so easily understood"  So true!

 

One of my own poems:

 

Spirit Heart

 

Flesh heart pulled by invisible strings

Attached to a spirit heart unseen.

Invisible, enfolding arms

Father the longing child.

Lovely Poem, you are so talented.

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                ENDURANCE

Each day I’m taking the reigns to not go down in flames

Never will I let continuous doubt relentlessly in my head shout

Driven by a better day that comes right after much dismay

Understanding this is just a path where I will bask in the aftermath

Rejoining my normality even though it comes ever so slowly

Accepting pains as something good is not so easily understood

Nurturing myself in desperate need to allow the process to proceed

Counting the days until I’m healed and what values they’ll reveal

Expectation of the ultimate goal where everyday is lived completely whole

You are also very talented and love reading your Poems.

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Hi, as per LadyDens request, I’m posting this lovely and powerful poem here 

 

It is written by Johnny Ray Ryder Jr.

 

 

THE OAK TREE

 

A mighty wind blew night and day.

It stole the Oak Tree’s leaves away.

Then snapped its boughs and pulled its bark

until the Oak was tired and stark.

 

But still the Oak Tree held its ground

while other trees fell all around.

The weary wind gave up and spoke,

How can you still be standing Oak?”

 

The Oak Tree said, I know that you

can break each branch of mine in two,

carry every leaf away,

shake my limbs and make me sway.

 

But I have roots stretched in the earth,

growing stronger since my birth.

You’ll never touch them, for you see

they are the deepest part of me.

 

Until today, I wasn’t sure

of just how much I could endure.

But now I’ve found with thanks to you,

I’m stronger than I ever knew.

 

 

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Thank you so much Wild for posting this. This is the part that makes me cry for I know my own strength now.

 

But I have roots stretched in the earth

Growing stronger since my birth

You’ll never touch them, for you see

They are the deepest part of me

 

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              I DIDN’T KNOW MY OWN STRENGTH

Lost touch with my soul

I had no where to turn

I had no where to go

Lost sight of my dream

 

Thought it would be the end of me

I thought I’d never make it through

I had no hope to hold on to

I thought I would break

 

I didn’t know my own strength

And I crashed down and I tumbled

But I did not crumble

I got through all that pain

 

I didn’t know my own strength

Survived my darkest hour

My faith kept me alive

I picked myself back up

 

Hold my head up high

I was not built to just break

I didn’t know my own strength

 

Found hope in my heart

I found the light to life

My way out of the dark

Found all I need

Here inside of me

 

I didn’t know my own strength

 

        *** this poem is a song beautifully sung by the late great Whitney Houston*** please go to YouTube to listen

              to it to find your own strength ❤️❤️❤️

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"I didn’t know my own strength

Survived my darkest hour"

 

I don't think any of us knows our own strength until we face major adversity. 

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"Found hope in my heart

I found the light to life

My way out of the dark

Found all I need

Here inside of me

 

I didn’t know my own strength "

 

Oh how true, will add the link for song for you.

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Thank you begood! I was starting a bad wave when I posted that. All I could do was say where to listen to it.

Love ❤️

 

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Thank you begood! I was starting a bad wave when I posted that. All I could do was say where to listen to it.

Love ❤️

   

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Beautiful

 

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It is.

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The Journey

 

“One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice --

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do --

determined to save

the only life you could save.”

 

― Mary Oliver

 

 

 

 

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"determined to do

the only thing you could do --

determined to save

the only life you could save.”

 

Love this 

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And you felt the old tug at your ankles “ mend your life”

 

Touching poem Wild. We oftentimes ignore that little voice inside that tells us what we already know is true. I knew in my heart that I needed to part ways with Ambien because it was making me so sick. This made me remember how I ignored that inner warning for a year. Makes me wonder if I’d of listened, would I be in this terrible debilitating state.

But as your poem says the only thing I can do now is save what I can save in my journey to heal.

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It Couldn’t Be Done

 

BY EDGAR ALBERT GUEST

 

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done

      But he with a chuckle replied

That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one

      Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.

So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin

      On his face. If he worried he hid it.

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

      That couldn’t be done, and he did it!

 

Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;

      At least no one ever has done it;”

But he took off his coat and he took off his hat

      And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.

With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,

      Without any doubting or quiddit,

He started to sing as he tackled the thing

      That couldn’t be done, and he did it.

 

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

      There are thousands to prophesy failure,

There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

      The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

      Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing

      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

 

 

 

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There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,

      There are thousands to prophesy failure,

There are thousands to point out to you one by one,

      The dangers that wait to assail you.

But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,

      Just take off your coat and go to it;

Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing

      That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.

 

WOW 🤩 WOW 🤩

Much gratitude for this poem Sage. I needed this! This will be added to my go to list when I need a little encouragement.

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                          Now You’ve Recovered by Charles A. Cino

 

When you recover what will you do?

When you recover will you still be you?

Will you be stronger will you be new?

When you recover from what you’ve been through?

 

Can life get better than it was before?

Will you realize your dreams and improve your score?

Will people still remember your name?

Or will they forget you in all your shame?

 

Life in recovery may not be the same.

The rules may have changed in this brand new game.

You can pick up the pieces and make a new start.

And courage plus hope keeps you from falling apart.

 

The world around you seems different and changed.

Things that once were now seems out of range.

But you can recapture your life and fulfill.

Those dreams that were lost when you took ill.

 

The journey to wellness takes time and is long.

And those that get well become exceptionally strong.

Depression can kill yet you have survived.

Your goal to recover has kept you alive.

 

Now go on to recover so what will you do?

You suffered and conquered and you saw it through.

Back from the black and abyss of despair.

It’s time to move on it’s time to take care.

 

*** This poem is dedicated to myself and all of the BBs who are still in the struggle pressing toward recovery. And to

      those who are healed enjoying their new best life as witnesses*** keep the faith! Love, LadyDen

 

 

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Depression can kill yet you have survived.

Your goal to recover has kept you alive.

 

That really speaks to me today.

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                      To Wait

 

One day a little boy was walking happily down the street

He had no idea of who he was about to meet

As he stopped to gaze through the window of a jewelry store

A man appeared beside him that he hadn’t seen before

He asked the boy to tell him why he was so amazed

The boy excitedly answered with his eyes ablazed

He said Sir all this gold and jewels will one day be mine

I want to be rich someday possessing all that’s fine

The man chuckled then looked at the boy so seriously

Listen to me son, there’s a better treasure to life , you’ll see

 

Wondering what could be worth more than all this gold

He started to question what he was just told

Young man, one day if you wait life will be so kind

The most treasured treasure you will certainly find

Puzzled the boy shrugged and went on about his way

As he grew, those words returned to him often of that day

He laughed at that man each and every time they came

Still he hasn’t found anything yet that comes close to the same

Yes gold has to be the best and certainly top of the list

That man must be wrong no other treasure exist

 

Bursting into laughter of himself considering it could be real

He was startled by a presence suddenly he could feel

He looked around quickly to see what this might mean

Surprised by the most beautiful face he swears he’s ever seen

Politely introducing himself with saying it’s such a pleasure

The lovely lady smiled and announced her name as Treasure

Taken aback by her name, that man’s words came rushing in

“ there’s a better treasure in life, if you wait my little friend”

Stunned and amazed by what he was looking at

Her name being Treasure, what are the odds of that

 

Instantly falling in love never spent one day apart

He was her Prince Charming and she was all of his heart

Time greeted them with new adventures through the years

Making cherished moments bringing them many good cheers

On a fall day downtown enjoying pumpkins, apples and bales of straw

The now family man of four nearly fainted at who he saw

Although Father Time stroked his hair gray and blessed him to use a cane

How could he ever forget that face of wisdom, all the same

Shaking each other’s hand and beaming with a grin

The old man hugged with joy saying “ why, hello my little friend!”

 

Tears streaming down his face the young man proudly told him of his life

How he laughed at his words and how it led him to his wife

Although I’m not sure why I laughed out loud that day

But this beautiful lady heard it and came walking up my way

These are our two children such a testimony of our love

We give thanks every night together to the Heavenly Father above

Every time I look at her your words flood across my mind

Never to be forgotten, given by such a man so fine

Thank you for that wisdom it’s worth I can not measure

You were right, all I had to do was wait and by the way….

Her name is Treasure

By LadyDen

 

*** Good things do come to those who wait. Laugh at your symptoms but wait and see the treasure of your healing they WILL bring***

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Wondering what could be worth more than all this gold

He started to question what he was just told

Young man, one day if you wait life will be so kind

The most treasured treasure you will certainly find

Puzzled the boy shrugged and went on about his way

As he grew, those words returned to him often of that day

He laughed at that man each and every time they came

Still he hasn’t found anything yet that comes close to the same

Yes gold has to be the best and certainly top of the list

That man must be wrong no other treasure exist

 

This makes me think of how people take the treasure of their health for granted.  Since they've never lost it, they have no idea how unbelievably precious it is.  It isn't until we have lost nearly everything because poor health that we realize it's worth more than almost anything else in the world except for relationship with God and with our loved ones. 

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You are very talented writer LadyDen! 

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You are very talented writer LadyDen! 

Thank you Sage for that insight of our health. It is definitely a treasure not to be taken for granted.

 

Wild, I’m so happy that you’re enjoying my poems. Thank you for your compliments. They mean a lot to me. I’m considering writing a book of this journey when I’m healed. I know a few others have done this but mine will have a unique focal point.

Love to you all. Happy healing! May something in all our words help each other through the struggles of this.

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  ** Some of us have the unpleasant symptom of intrusive thoughts, especially those that are painful to relive. This poem I wanted to post in hopes of using it as a tool to combat those past disturbances.***

 

                      LET ME GO

What? What did you say? Are you really coming at me with this today?

Yes, I know that was bad and oh so cruel. But, today I don’t live by your rule.

I gotta tell you that I’ve had enough. Digging up my past and all that stuff.

Yes, it happened and that’s a fact. But you know what, I can’t change that!

This is so strange yet so bizarre. So, I’m calling you out for who you are.

I’m not going to go around playing let’s pretend. You know that happened way back then.

So I’m here to face you staring you down. Let’s deal with this here and now!

You are a symptom that is clear to me. Now it’s time to just let me be.

I don’t have to participate in your game. Stop tugging at me calling my name.

I’m not gonna listen to what you say. I’m not having this, nope not today!

I refuse to let you try to make sense. You’re not plaguing me anymore at my expense.

You are a symptom that keeps visiting my mind. I’m not gonna cry, nope not this time!

Sorry thoughts I know you know. You have no other choice but to let me go!

Yes, I know you’ll just circle back around. If you do, I’m gonna enjoy beating you back down.

So, let me go!

By LadyDen

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Mary Oliver ... Wild Geese

 

 

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

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“ Meanwhile the wild geese in the clean blue air are heading home again”

Thank you NovaScotia for your contribution of that beautiful poem. The above sentence stuck out to me because this journey is like the wild geese that’s away from home and it’s going through it’s journey with home as it’s goal. It will get there and can finally rest.