Category: Poetry

Stooped Catapults

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Poetry, Thoughts

Oh, but on the stoops of lives
The catapults sit
Ready to pounce
And cast away ideas
That first drove them to swinging their arms,
Flailing in the wind,
Casting to the clouds all that was before them.

Ideas are forced onto a road
That is dreamt into nothingness,
Pushed to extinction
By virtue of the place it has held
In the minds of society.

The stoops exist
As did the road
But they, too,
Become a blur
As they join the thoughts
That were cast high in the sky
And tossed away from the creators of the thoughts,
Lost somewhere between
Command of “Pull!”
And the innocent wisping of the rope
As it dangles from the top part
Looking back down on the stoop
Where its wooden parent sits.

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All in the Movement

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Fiction, Poetry, Thoughts

Asking the questions that need to be asked
In light of the beauty of night.
We are all passing through
Seeking answers
And finding them
Sometimes.

Senses enliven,
Awaken,
And show
Understanding
Of who you are
In light of your makeup –

Knowing that you pass through this life
In only one direction –

And all the while
Knowing that tomorrow
Becomes today,
Which becomes
The day before today.

…All in the movement of time.

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Books by Marty
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Nights of Daytime

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Poetry, Thoughts

Walking through nights of daytime,
Monterey streets alive with crashing waves,
Heartless blowing of the wind
Incessant in its tear.
Sounds do shift eventually –
But only after the proceeding of the dark –
And lead me to a beauty that awaits the light
Transforming loss into love
And finding hope in stars above.

The daylight shift
Will cause a break
In mental anguish
Left to punish here
And put down the despised of heart.
A break will bring morning tide
And flush out all the rascals
Who caused the death and ravaged lands.
Light will shine and gleam.

Gentle fog adds to the glow of streets
Enwrapped by the surrounding mist
Coloring the colorless with hearty fluid
And bringing brightness
Where the daylight could not reach
The mist carries with it a hope for tomorrow
And a beauty that far surpasses
The loneliness that once was.

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Books by Marty
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Time Grains

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Poetry, Thoughts

Midnight passage belongs to those walk in the beauty of the light of the night and toss into the tomorrow the shallowness of their grave.  There is a perturbance that seeks to end the reign of time by throwing itself upon the hourglass nailed to the table.  Without allowing the passing from bottom to top, the grains of sand slide through today from tomorrow to yesterday.  They dwell only for a moment in the here and now, becoming along with the rest who have already passed through before, the basis of happiness, regret, joy, and memories piled along the outer edges of glass forming the history of what we call time.  Based solely on the resonance of vibrations emanating from the core, the passages again help to see the invisible thoroughfares on which we travel.  No one can see all the passings, yet you can feel them if you let your senses do so.

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Books by Marty
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Wayfarer’s Breath

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Poetry, Thoughts

We each process grief in different ways.  This is what my mind does when it’s faced with unchangeable changes in life: the passing of loved ones, the end of an era.  Rest well.

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Tears of sadness take us to a place
That serves as a respite for the soul.
Sorrow meets us there
And waits for God to make it whole again.

The shining of the sun ceases for a moment
As we stand before the doorway of time
And dare to enter its gates.

The longing we feel
Will be caught up
In the temporal causing of justice within our minds
As we stare headlong into the ghost of heaven
That rides upon the waves
And dashes down onto the rocks along the shore.

It disappears into the water
Time and time again,
Yet repositions itself
Upon the crest of each coming wave
In order to better serve
The vision of regenerated life
Upon a credence of wayfarer’s breath
But knowing not whether it should also venture in
Or wait.

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Wind Brings Hope

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Poetry

Wind blows across my face
And I embrace the love of God
That comes with it.
It’s no mystery
That God’s love travels with the wind.
It’s been known for centuries.
But what’s even more powerful
Is realizing that his personalized message
Will come for you each day
If you’ll open your heart to hear it.
Travels may take you far from home,
But the will of God
And the peace of love
Will keep you connected
Forever.

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Thunder

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Motivational, Poetry, Thoughts

This evening, a thunderous applause filled the room and warmed the hearts of recipients far and wide.  Remembering the dead.  Memorials, names, scholarships, awards.  Remembering the people who have gone before us and left a positive mark on the world.  Now, even in their absence, they are still leaving a positive mark on the world.

It is not enough to simply live your life without touching others.  There is an innate requirement of being a part of the greater whole and contributing to other individuals who are part of that whole.

Some may think that they don’t have to share what they know.  Don’t listen to them.  Don’t listen to that philosophy.  Choose to be different – to be important – to be worthwhile.

Share.  Be generous and kind.  Care about others, and have compassion.  Spur on those who need it and those who’ve gotten stuck in a rut.  Encourage everyone you meet – even those people that are hard to like.  They need your encouragement, too.  Eventually, whether you ever know it or not, they will realize how very different from the rest of humanity you are and how very vitally you live your life.

Your awesomeness will reach far beyond the foreseeable future and turn deadened choices into living romance.  It will fill a room and prove to the world that you are alive.  It will show even the nastiest of naysayers how goodness and purposed politeness win every time.  A thunderous applause will fill your ears and your heart, and you will know that you are living your life in the best ways possible.

Thunder.  It’s not just a sound… it is you.

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My Head’s on Fire

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Motivational, Poetry, Thoughts

Those ideas,
Those thoughts,
And all those things that gang up on me in my head,
Those are my world.
My imaginary world that’s real
And my real world that’s imaginary
My head’s on fire
And I don’t know how to put it out.
And even if I did know how,
I don’t know that I’d want to
It’s where my creativity comes from
It’s the blinding madness that’s known my soul
For as long as I can remember it.
Sometimes it’s in charge
And sometimes I am.

Sometimes I worry about
Whether people will misunderstand and misinterpret what I’ve said.
And other times
I really don’t give a shit what they think.
That’s up to them to decide.
This is for me, and that’s for them.
They’ll have understand it
Or they won’t
Either way, I’m good
Because I did what I was supposed to do
And I will have done what I was supposed to have done.
That’s the amazing thing about living:
The thoughts inside your head are one way,
And the life outside of it is another.

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Be Amazing

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Motivational, Poetry, Thoughts

Sometimes I worry too much
What people think
What they don’t think
What they do
What they should do
And what they don’t do
That’s the part that really gets me –
When I know they should be doing more,
Doing something to help
The starving, poor people around the world
But they don’t do a damn thing to make a difference.

Instead they’re concerned about their cars,
Their hair, their bank accounts, and their houses.
It’s not like they’re gonna take any of that stuff with them when they die.
Nope,
They’re gonna stay right there in the box, dead.
And the starving children
They could have helped
With all their money that went to estate taxes?
They died, too.

Don’t be like those people!
Do something good with your life!
Do more than just worry about your 401K
And how many times your gonna go to the movies this month.
Life is MORE THAN THAT!
YOUR life is more than that.
You were put here for a purpose.
Find out your purpose
And live out your purpose.
Find out why you were born
(If you haven’t already figured that part out)
And then go do something amazing
With the years of your life that you still have left in front of you.

You can only live life in forward motion.
There’s no reverse on the controls
It wasn’t built into the game plan.
Sort of like those video games on a tape drive
You could only move forward or to the side
Not back.
No going back
Only going forward
Only going on
Learning from what you’ve done and been through in the past
And turning that learning into wisdom.
Yep – you are wise
And you just didn’t even know it.
Be amazing.
You ARE amazing,
So be that way.

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Diamonds Break

Posted on by martyjreep in Creative Writing, Poetry, Thoughts

Diamonds are beautiful
But brittle across the façade of darkness.
Light breaks across the bow of morning
And shines into the crevices
That creeped full of blackness
In the night.
Ned stands with his back against the wall
In hopes that the light will find him
Before the diminishing darkness does.
It’s in his hopes
That we have an accomplice to our dreams.
In them we make the boldest statements
To the light of the room
In the moments that darkness comes
To squeeze out the last bits of favor that exist.
We find the hope,
We find the belief,
And we find the method
To persist.

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