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Poetry I like to share. I can’t rhyme two words to save my life but do appreciate this skill in others.

Letting Go (poem)

butterfly let go

To let go doesn’t mean to stop caring,
it means I can’t do it for someone else.
To let go is not to cut myself off,
it’s the realization that I can’t control another.
To let go is not to enable,
but to allow learning from natural consequences.
To let go is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.
To let go is not to try to change or blame another,
I can only change myself.
To let go is not to care for,
but to care about.
To let go is not to fix,
but to be supportive.
To let go is not to judge,
but to allow another to be a human being.
To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to effect their own outcomes.
To let go is not to be protective,
but to permit another to face reality.
To let go is not to deny,
but to accept.
To let go is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but to search out my own shortcomings and to correct them.
To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes.
To let go is not to criticize and regulate anyone,
but to try to become what I dream I can be.
To let go is not to regret the past,
but to grow and live for the future.
To let go is to fear less and love more.

From “The Grace Awakening” by Chuck Swindoll

Sunset…

Just beyond the sunset
Someone waits for me
Just beyond the sunset
Lies my destiny
Where the purple mountains
Lie in deep tranquillity
There I’ll find the treasure
Of love eternally

Just beyond the sunset
Waits someone so fair
Just beyond the sunset
All alone they wait there
Their hair is golden
The colour of the sand
Their eyes sparkle in the night
Like diamonds in your hand

Just beyond the sunset
Lies a home for me
Where the world is peaceful
Like a paradise should be
Just beyond the sunset
Someday is where you’ll find me

Written – July or Aug 1966

David Harris

Happy Mother’s Day

 

A Mother’s Love 
There are times when only a Mother’s love
Can understand our tears,
Can soothe our disappoints
And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother’s love
Can share the joy we feel
When something we’ve dreamed about
Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother’s faith
Can help us on life’s way
And inspire in us the confidence
We need from day to day.
For a Mother’s heart and a Mother’s faith
And a Mother’s steadfast love
Were fashioned by the Angels
And sent from God above.
Author Unknown

Quiet Emotions

Found this lovely poem…. had to share it.

Quiet Emotions

by Judy Burnette
I always wanted more from you
than you were willing to give;
So now we’ve gone our separate ways
each with different lives to live.

The bond will always be there
the friendship always intact;
But the time for us has come and gone
and the pages of time, you can’t turn back.

I will always be a friend to you
and wonder how you are;
The smiles and laughter I will remember
and our fights have become painless scars.

Sometimes on those busy days
when you’ve a thousand things to do;
Please let me glide slowly through your mind
and spend some time with you.

In that quiet moment
when you’re surprised to find me there;
Just remember even with the distance between us
I am still someone who cares.

Friend, Best Friend

Some more poetry penned by ‘Govinda’. Your comments will be highly appreciated.
Thanks!
~Kamal Kaur

Before lovers become a couple, friends are what they are, unless you believe in love at first sight, but I’d say it is lust.

 

A friend in need is a friend indeed, but your worst enemy can only be one who was your best friend indeed. Not the fact that you hate each other now, but that you loved each other first.

 

You can only hate someone if you loved him or her before thus people avoid commitment so as not to encounter hurt.

 

Why is it that when two are of the same sex are friends it’s alright, but if of opposite sex then there has to more than friends. I guess those are the ways of the world, can’t a boy and girl just be friends?

 

Hurting your best friend is like one of the worst sins to commit. It’s like your mother betraying you, someone you love and trust suddenly portrays the picture as insensitive and that hurts the most.

 

You feel alone thus many have to make the choice between marriage and mates. It’s not the same afterwards, I guess that is why many don’t marry or do not have friends.

 

It hurts even more when you know that you have lost a best friend you once had. Makes you realize it is easy to make friends but the hardest to keep them.

 

You do not say much, they do not involve you or ask your opinion. You talk too much and they avoid you. Now how was I to know what to understand? I need to be understood as well. I do not understand myself how the hell am I supposed to expect others to understand me?

 

I guess different stages in our lives lead us to live different lives every time, some change once or twice and some change all the time.

 

How do you keep a friend then?

 

I guess those who are there when you change, accept you, as you part, and do not keep in touch, you have changed.

 

Friends, you need them at times like this, when you feel lonely, not understood, low, lifeless, friendless and sensitive. Where are you my friends, I need you?

 

A Family (Poem)

Sharing with you a beautiful poem penned by ‘Govinda’.
Hope you enjoy….

-Kamal Kaur

I tell you all what I feel in my heart

My brothers and sister fight

Instead of reunite

Everyone looks up to our family

But what happens within is another story

Well the wise man did say that nobody’s perfect

Then why behave as though you deserve that respect?

They think they know so much?

Do this, do that they say

As if they are above al 

Stand in my shoes I say

And live the experience I have today

Although it may not be that much

But the world beyond your petit cocoon

 Is a million times bigger than the way you stay in your room!

 You may be the king there

But wake up one day

To earn your stay

‘Love thy neighbour’ said another wise man

But what about your family I say

Love thy family then another

So why go look for a neighbour to love

When those who care

Should be the ones whom you share

What you call a FAMILY.

EXPRESSING MY LOVE AS IN A DAY

The Poetry Korner on Kamal’s Korner comes alive with the musings of one talented ‘Govinda’ who will share his poetic abilities and musings on Kamal’s Korner.
Your feedback and comments will be highly appreciated!
Thank you and enjoy…!
– Kamal Kaur

For the one that still means some thing to me for what she was and not what she is.

She once came into my dark love life, like the sun rising in the east dispersing darkness. As the sun became brighter and brighter, she became closer and closer to me, walking into my life blinding with her glow, it was now I realized that love was blind.

The closer she came, the more wonderful life became, we walked, talked and did everything hand in hand. It was now like the sun was at its brightest, nothing could have gone wrong anyway anyhow.

But maybe it was the gods who forbade thus leading to my fate or was it my entire mistake? As she furthered away from me, it then struck to me that my love was only for a day. As the sun rises, shines and sets, she had come, stayed and left, slowly setting into darkness in my love life again. What could it be? Didn’t I love her enough? Maybe I loved her too much. Was it that I was too slow for her or was she too fast? Whatever it was, it left me puzzled because I then wished for that day never to end in that particular thing of my life.

I still wish from that day onwards, for once could the sun change its ways for me and rise in the west bringing back my love to me and never to set but stay forever shinning bright.

If only it were possible but this is how I would express my love, as in a day.

 

Something For A Broken Heart…

I was browsing through the internet the other day and saw this and thought I’d share it on the Korner. I know that at least once in our lives, we have suffered a broken heart because of someone we loved a lot and this is by someone who has found a way to move on. I don’t know who has written this but felt it was worth sharing. Enjoy…

If you see me walking with someone else, it is not because I want to, it is because you weren’t brave enough to walk by me…

If you see me smiling, it is not because I forgot you, it is because I got tired of crying for you…

If you see me living again, it is not because I have moved on, it is because I hate the fact that you can live without me…

So if I fall in love with someone else, it is not because I want to, it is because you weren’t there to stop me.

A long time ago when I lived in the UK, I passed by a Church that had a sign outside and I’ve remembered it ever since. It said ‘God will mend your broken heart if you give Him all the pieces‘. So have faith and don’t let the pain of a broken heart overwhelm you. There really is someone better waiting for you to come along so don’t give up on love.

Smiling To Hide Pain

I found this as I was bumbling along and stopped to read it twice. I just had to share it even though it borders on nauseatingly soppy because somewhere along the lines there is truth in what it says that I sometimes deny myself. It’s a nice read…. thought I’d share it. I don’t know who wrote the original though.

That girl who smiles a lot to hide the pain…
Who laughs so she doesn’t have to cry…
Who pretends everything’s alright so no one knows whats wrong…
Who says “I’m fine, really I am, dont worry” even though she’s not..
Just remember this could be anyone..
Even me.

I know it’s soppy but I felt that we could relate to the words because there are many times when we pretend everything is alright when we know it isn’t…

Silence, Emptiness, And Confusion by Bek

 

 

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.