You cannot…

You cannot blame

hypocrisy on those

Who cannot listen

to their own truths

 

You cannot hold someone

accountable to their actions

Until you can be

accountable for your own

 

You cannot see

what is in plain sight

If you vision is contaminated

by your own appearance

 

You cannot claim to be

a philanthropist

When giving accompanies

a powerful motive

 

Make this the moment

Courage

Step out from the shadows

Cast by your self-doubt

Throwing open the shutters

You can flood your own drought

 

By allowing all of your dreams

To see the pure light of day

No umbilical cord of failure

There are no rules to obey

 

Know that you are always enough

Always where you should be

You do yourself a disservice

If you remain a mute attendee

 

There is no silver platter

Not one of us is owed

Courage holds the future’s hand

Revealing all we’re bestowed

 

So make this the moment

When you seize with both hands

The life you’ve always imagined

In vast undiscovered lands

The Smorgasbord of Life

Come sit here a while, scoot up real close

Let me tell you a tale, that’s both wise and grandiose

Firstly empty your mind, of the trials of your day

So you’re fully relaxed, with no thoughts in the way

 

Close your eyes as you listen, so you picture the scene

Of the banqueting hall, of a hostess, and Queen

Who has lived in this castle, since the day of her birth

Though some say she is older, than the seeds of the earth

 

Her wisdom draws visitors, from as far as Qatar

Who arrive bearing gifts, of fine wine and caviar

She is a friend and a mentor, whom all do applaud

But the real reason for coming, is her unique Smorgasbord

 

The food all laid out, can transform and renew

It rejuvenates and nourishes, after only one chew

She serves herrings and beetroot, all pickled with intent

And rye bread all smothered, with blissful content

 

Her saffron spiced pancakes, can mend a broken heart

Refreshing your taste-buds, to ensure a new start

Gingerbread Angels, served with fairy-dust jam

Will discriminate the truth, from the general flimflam

 

Jellied pork, jellied eels and red jelly with fruit

Can resolve petty quarrels, solve any global dispute

Dishes of potatoes, mashed, scalloped and fried

Whisper to the spirits, of those who have died

 

When appetites are sated, collective vibrations increase

The frequencies rise and create an inner peace

A soul that’s been nourished, overflows with pure joy

Never fearful of sharing, or seeking a decoy

 

As the plates are all cleared, there’s a moment to pause

To acknowledge we’re part, of the solution and the cause

We are all deep inside, both a Queen and a King

So it’s important we all shine, and our hearts they do sing

Life will simply play out, as it should be

This poem was written in early 2012 and I still love it, as it marks a huge turning point for me in terms of who I thought I was, prior to letting go of so much old programming.  There was a new poem in the works for today, but it’s being stubborn and refuses to be rushed…   It promises to reveal itself in full tomorrow.

Happy Day 19 of National Poetry Writing Month.  

Love and light as always, to all my visitors.  Sarah xx

 

Like putty in my thought’s clumsy hands

I lived my life as if creating a brand

My ego controlled, while I hid in the wings

Fearful of saying or doing the wrong things

 

I knew I must trust, must let go of control

Remove myself from anxiety’s payroll

The Universe conspired and gave me a shove

I shifted from my head; my body fits like a glove

 

No longer a tourist on the journey of life

I don’t indulge in gossip or strife

I listen to my heart, feel all my emotions

To be and to love is far more than a notion

 

I feel gratitude and joy, deep in my source

Know my King will arrive on a magnificent horse

I’ve been given the time that I needed so bad

Hadn’t realised it was wrapped in something so sad

 

I feel my power, I am a High Priestess

A loyal friend and a cracking hostess

Nothing to prove to others or to me

Life will simply play out, as it should be

 

I don’t care to care

I don’t care to care

That you mangled my heart

I don’t care to care

That you’ve made a new start

I don’t care to care

That you have no respect

I don’t care to care

About the way that you left

I don’t care to care

That you’ve made such a mess

I don’t care to care

That it’s been your process

I don’t care to care

About the promises you made

I don’t care to care

If you now feel afraid

I don’t care to care

That you threw it all away

I don’t care to care

There are no words left to say

Revealing what was foretold

Her petulant tone

Far too loud to ignore

Matched the cacophony of sound

As her toys hit the floor

 

Smashing on impact

Into venomous shards

Which she ground into dust

With complete disregard

 

Always centre of stage

By diverting attention

With a shift in the gaze

Came a new reinvention

 

Her stiletto spiked feet

Were a stake through the hearts

Of the men she would lure

From their betrothed, counterparts

 

Never pausing for breath

The next victim in sight

A shiny acquisition

Her actions could blight

 

And as day became night

And as night became day

She’d manipulate her friends

To ensure her own way

 

Then one day, Karma crossed

Her designer styled threshold

And held up a mirror

Revealing what was foretold

 

She screamed at the image

Of the devil’s reflection

Seeing all the deep lines

In her botoxed complexion

 

And so her heart shattered

Into one million pieces

Her soul taking its cue

As her last breath releases