POETRY: A Beautiful Balance

A Beautiful Balance

Let your passions drive you,

Let them fill you with fuel,

Let your loved ones guide you,

But, follow your own good will.

 

Be the person you desire to be,

Be all the positive parts you see,

Be uniquely different to me,

But, don’t force difference too eagerly.

 

Learn from other peoples mistakes,

Learn from what they do and say,

Learn that it isn’t always too late,

But, make sure you give and not just take.

 

Teach others right from wrong,

Teach others to share in life’s song,

Teach others to respect differences,

But, be accepting and work on your weaknesses.

 

By Jody Dontje

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POETRY: Moments

Moments

I wish my eyes were a camera,

Capturing moments for all to see.

An instance of pure happiness,

Or of devastation and misery.

 

Those times of heightened emotion,

Whether they be good or bad.

To either make another feel better,

Or to help someone feel glad.

 

We all have struggles to overcome,

So sharing them can be an aid,

To those who feel quite alone,

Who feel somewhat afraid.

 

Then sometimes we just need to cheer them up,

Let them see the good in the world.

Oh, I wish my eyes were a camera,

To show we live on a pearl!

 

Life is precious, and the land is alive,

We need to work together to survive,

We should help each other to see the light,

To say ‘yes’ instead of ‘I might’.

 

By Jody Dontje

POETRY: Plain and Green

Plain and Green

I am lonely on a surface,

Seeing the world with new eyes,

I feel so lost and frustrated,

What am I? Who am I?

 

Behind me is a crumbling brown,

Below me is all green,

Above me is the brightest circle,

That my eyes have ever seen.

 

The surface seems to have green veins,

And bounce beneath my weight,

My stomach is grumbling with pains,

A feeling that I hate.

 

I take in a breath and begin to slide,

To the very edge,

I peek over the side with wide eyes,

My body shakes with dread.

 

With fearful eyes I gaze below,

And see a surface that gleams,

It reflects an image in the shallow,

Of a veiny shape of green.

 

Upon this pointed oval shape,

Is a creature that I barely see,

With tearful eyes I say ‘Wait,

Is that creature me?’

 

I am so small and hardly there,

I am all plain and green,

I continue to shake and fearfully stare,

At this creature I wish I had not seen.

 

By Jody Dontje

~ This poem is in dedication to my Fictional Short Story that I may upload one day.