Paralyzed with pain,
I feel so defeated,
I just can’t win,
a battle, depleted.
Too long it’s been,
of pain and strife.
A turmoil within,
many tears I’ve cried.
Anticipating the day,
of restored normalcy,
trapped in broken decay,
and ways of conformity.
Will gentle waves of time,
set me free,
and wash away, possibly sublime,
and finally let me be?
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 24, 2024. All rights reserved.
Mystical creatures,
Free spirited in nature,
coated in colorful features,
of iridescent layers.
Hummingbirds,
a symbol of resilience,
sits on its perch,
in brilliance.
Satisfied of sweet nectar,
here in a flash,
with a message to deliver,
of loved ones, passed.
An angel in disguise,
a spiritual significance,
tiny in size,
pure exquisiteness.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 23, 2024. All rights reserved.
Sunflowers, strong and bold,
A Symbol of gratitude,
Drinking in sunlights gold,
in an hourly magnitude.
Shimmering with radiance,
in fields so green,
with such vibrance,
a sight so serene.
Written in response to: https://ceenphotography.com/flower-of-the-day-fotd-challenge/
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 22, 2024. All rights reserved.
“To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”, “Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own”, “Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies”
I catch you looking at me,
why do you hold back,
from fulfilling passionates glee?
What happened to the butt smacks?
What happened to the cuddles?
Where did our love go?
I miss the warm snuggles.
Why are you so shallow?
Am I not enough?
Do I not turn you on?
Can you not see how I am a rare diamond in the rough?
Shining bright as the sun at dawn.
All I want is your love,
and affection, is that too much to ask?
It seem as though, you’ve lost sight of,
This simple task.
With each passing day,
my heart grows weary.
I feel our love is drifting away.
becoming weak and dreary.
I miss you,
I miss us.
In addition to,
Passionate smooches.
I’ve tried talking to you,
I’ve tried telling you how I feel,
I don’t know what else to do.
But write this poem to help our marriage heal.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 21, 2024. All rights reserved.
Depression, a bottomless hole,
reaches deep within the soul.
A hopeless feeling,
of constant weeping.
An endless battle,
wrapped in shackles.
Voiceless screams,
bursting at the seams.
Depressions gremlin,
feeds within.
A shadowy puppeteer,
stealing joy, with every tear.
Under this gremlins spell,
Can feel like hell.
But with resiliences potion,
The gremlins grip becomes broken.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 20, 2024. All rights reserved.
“There lives at least one being who can never change-one being who would be content to devote his whole existence to your happiness-who lives but in your eyes-who breathes but in your smiles-who bears the heavy burden of life itself only for you.”
Azquotes
Charles Dickens
Trees standing tall and silent,
secrets heard,
From below, whispered in private,
No backlash, not a word.
A place she feels safe,
to open up,
To break,
On a comfortable tree stump.
Whispered secrets,
released in the wind,
solace she seeks,
within.
Only God’s power,
Can resolve.
And devour.
It’s not hers to solve.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 19, 2024. All rights reserved.
Riding on waves of vibes,
on ocean tides.
Feelings immerse,
a poets verse.
Poems of triumph,
a testament of will.
Buried in grains,
of ocean sands, remains.
A discovery to be found,
among a face in the crowd.
Grounds for hope,
in this celestial globe.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 19, 2024. All rights reserved.
A cascading night sky, casts an oracle of the northern lights
A mystical dance of colors that ignites
A symphony of shimmering hues
A celestial display that never ceases to amuse.
Aurora borealis, a magical sight
Painting the darkness with pure delight
Whispers of wonder in the starlit sky
Mysteries of the universe passing by.
Luminous ribbons of green and pink
Creating a canvas that makes you think
Of the beauty and power of nature’s art
Captivating the soul and warming the heart.
In the night sky, a celestial show
A reminder of the wonders we don’t always know
A dance of light in the darkness above
A symbol of hope, peace, and love.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 18, 2024. All rights reserved
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
Brainyquote
Torquato Tasso
Petals of flowers,
He loves me, he loves me not,
My heart skips a beat,
His love is all I seek,
Falling like petals to the ground.
Belladonnas Flashlight asks; Please share with us how you get through things that hurt you, using as many words as necessary.
Written in response to: http://Six Words Is All I GOT Bad memories erased because of prayer! http://belladonnasflashlight.com/2024/06/17/six-words-is-all-i-got-22/
My take on this question:
Hurt me not,
For I refuse to rot.
I stand strong,
a force, in my song.
A blog, my sea,
of peace.
words sail,
upon oceans blue.
Feelings released,
as far as the east.
Words of hurt,
immersed.
Each wave, a song of,
unfailing love.
A peaceful solidarity,
promises of clarity.
Belladonnas Flashlight: Your blog post inspired me to write this poem. I hope you enjoy it. 💕🤗
Popular Sleep Quotes
“Let her sleep, for when she wakes, she will shake the world.”
Napoleon Bonaparte, French Military Leader
As the moon rises high in the night sky,
And the stars twinkle with a gentle sigh,
I lay my head down to rest and keep,
drifting away into the land of sleep.
My mind begins to wander and roam,
Through fields of dreams, I freely roam,
visiting places I’ve never seen,
in the realm of sleep, I am a queen.
The worries of the day slowly fade,
as I find solace in the dreams I made.
My spirit is light, a tranquil heart,
a peaceful embrace, where the healing starts.
So let me drift off into the night,
where dreams are vivid, and healing takes plight.
In the quiet stillness of the night,
I find my peace in sweet sleeps, delight.
Written in response to: https://weeklyprompts.com/2024/06/15/weekly-prompts-weekend-challenge-sleep/
Copyright ©️ by Jenny Frye. June 15, 2024. All rights reserved.
I remember being able to get up without making sound effects…good times – Anonymous
Hopelessness, emotions high,
I beg the question, why?
What’s the purpose of this pain?
God, answer me, explain!
I’m losing hope,
my faith is dwindling.
darkness has awoken,
this pain is crippling.
God, please set me free,
I’m tired of suffering.
I’m begging you, on bended knee.
Where is your healing, offering?
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 15, 2024. All rights reserved.
Peace lies in fields of green,
A succulent place, serene.
Stress melts away,
as trees sway.
As the fiery sun sets,
Darkness is met,
with eyes open,
senses awoken.
Moonlight dances,
upon the swaying branches,
Warm summer air,
felt upon skin, bare.
Dazzling stars,
ingrained in memoirs.
Wishes spoken,
for a second, time frozen.
Copyright ©️ by JennyFrye. June 11, 2024. All rights reserved.
“The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” – Mark Twain
Getting lost only to find yourself, will
lead you down paths, not yet tread,
Through valleys deep, mountains high, until
you discover the strength within you, spread.
To soar above doubts and fears,
that once held you back, will free you to fly,
to chase your dreams, wipe away tears.
Embrace the unknown, reach for the sky.
Stop being afraid to lose your way.
In darkness you will find the light,
that guides you to a brighter day,
and will help you shine, bold and bright.
Written in response to: Reena’s Xploration Challenge #334
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye June 7, 2024 All rights reserved.
“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore”
We live in a world, divided,
A world of hate and war,
Too many corrupt politicians, two sided.
We live in dark times,
Our Veterans are lining the streets,
Homeless and poor, shaking a cup for dimes,
Hoping to earn enough, just to eat.
We are a world at war,
filled with hate and greed,
and lack of rapport.
Peace needs to intercede.
Written in response to https://dversepoets.com/2024/06/06/dverse-oln-363-show-me-the-movies/
“Toto, I’ve a feeling we are not in Kansas anymore” – From the Wizard of Oz (1939)
“It ain’t about how hard you hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.” – Rocky Balboa
Strength is all I’ve ever known,
I’ve had no choice but to be strong.
Battle after battle, resilience I have shown,
Dark paths I have walked along.
Each dark path traveled, trials came,
Some knocked me flat on my face,
While others, a head hung in shame,
But each battle fought, I fought with grace.
Through weakness, comes strength,
With strength, comes resilience,
trials will come in wavelengths,
Some will be down right hideous.
You win some, you lose some,
The ones lost, lose with humility,
The ones won, beat your own drum.
Never give up, embrace your survivability.
Written in response to: https://thesoundofonehandtyping.com/2024/06/04/writers-workshop-prompts-for-june-6/
A birds song, a personal serenade
harmonized and in symphony
heard through the window shade
A timeless rhythm, was her epiphany.
Natures artistry,
a healing melody,
A souls remedy,
Fortitude in life’s adversities.
Copyright ©️ by Jenny Frye June 5, 2024 All rights reserved
Watching the storms outside raging,
Rain and thunder collide,
Heavy winds blowing, lightning blazing,
I see on the outside what I feel on the inside.
A raging storm within me,
A song I could sing.
Natures fury,
Sing to me your glory.
Carry me out to sea,
I long to be free.
Comfort me in your song,
Where I can feel I belong.
Shades of blue,
In fields of bloom.
Nature in it’s making,
A moment worth taking.
Splashes of magnificent hues
of purple, yellow and blue.
Heaven under our feet,
Where peace can be reached.
Written in response to: Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Shades of Blue
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 4, 2024 All rights reserved.
Born a miracle,
God’s beautiful pinnacle.
Eyes sparkle and shine,
Precious life, so divine.
What do I see?
A precious life, meant to be.
A life of grace and light,
who shines vivaciously bright.
(A note for those of you don’t know the back story of my daughter being born a miracle.)
*My daughter Ashleigh , shown in these pictures above, survived all odds shortly after being born. Hours after my daughter was born, death came knocking on her door. She was born premature and her lungs weren’t fully developed and while in the N.I.C.U., her health rapidly declined.
She was hooked up to all sorts of machines, including a feeding tube. She was also severely jaundiced. The N.I.C.U. doctor told us she wasn’t going to survive. Her lungs were too underdeveloped. She was clinging to life just days after being born.
Our pastor Rick Harms was by her bedside day and night praying for her. Our church, family, friends, and my husband and I were also praying for a miracle.
Miraculously, God heard our cries and blessed my daughter with life. Her lungs began to improve, her breathing began to improve, the blue light from the machine she was in began to heal her jaundice. Come May 31, 2003, she was discharged with a clean bill of health and we got to take her home, but with some caution rules. So it’s not just love that’s a miracle. My daughter being blessed with life.
However, throughout the years, there were many doctor and er visits. Due to her being born premature, her immune system wasn’t very strong, she got sick, A Lot. She was on a round of many medications and special formula.
Here it is 21 years later and she is a healthy beautiful woman and great mother.
Written in response to: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/06/03/what-do-you-see-241-3rd-june-2024/
Your three words today are:
SEETHE
BUBBLE
FROTH
I could feel the heat in my face intensify, a simmering anger began to seethe within me, bubbling up like a boiling pot of water. The tension in the room was noticeable, the atmosphere was so thick, I could cut it with a knife.
I could feel the frustration and pent up emotions growing between the both of us. It was only a matter of time before the bubble of restraint burst, unleashing a froth of heated words and raw emotions, I would later regret.
The room seemed to crackle with intensity of the moment, each breath feeling heavier than the last. It was a powerful ticking bomb ready to explode, and there was no telling what might happen once it did.
Written in response to #3TC:
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 3, 2024. All rights reserved.
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Our words this week are:
clicking, whimsical, leap, poetry, songs, be, whirring, dangling, fates, talk, grant, storm
In the whirl of fate’s storm,
Songs of poetry clicking and whirring,
Dangling on whimsical threads,
As we leap into the unknown,
Granting wishes with each word spoken.
Let’s talk of dreams and desires,
Let our imaginations be free,
To dance and sing with joy,
In this enchanting world of poetry.
I know a lot of you have noticed my writing language has changed within the last few days and may leave you scratching your heads wondering, what has gotten into that woman. 🤔
Well, a simple answer to that would be,
LIFE!…
Life has me spinning 😵💫 in circles, which is causing my mental and emotional health to be in a downward slope.
But I’m here to tell you, I’m not going to apologize for my erratic behavior. Everyone has their good days and bad days. The last few days just happen to be my bad days. Well, if you don’t count my car breaking down last week.
I don’t always have to be strong all the time. This is me, being my authentic self. Not that I haven’t always been, but it seems as though people in my life expect me to be able to keep it all together, all the time. No. It doesn’t work that way. I am human and I have feelings just like everyone else. I am allowed to vent, to be sad, and to be angry.
That’s what makes me human. I’m not some programmed robot who doesn’t have feelings. I’m very much, one hundred percent human, who has real feelings and emotions. Life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, storms move in when we least expect them. But, with time, I will bounce back, and I will eventually be okay.
I’m not okay,
The weight on my chest,
Crushing me down,
I can’t catch my breath.
I’m not okay,
nothing to numb the pain,
my heart aches,
with unending pain.
I’m not okay,
But I’ll keep fighting,
I won’t give up,
I’ll keep writing.
I’m not okay,
But that’s okay,
I’ll find my way,
To a brighter day.
“The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.” —Mother Teresa
Too many words have been spoken,
time and energy wasted.
Promises broken,
lovelessness, tasted.
This silence feels like a heavy shroud,
a quietness that speaks louder than any crowd.
In my sleep, I find a fragile peace,
a chance for my weary soul to finally release.
A new day approaches, sorrow lingers,
My heart, bruised and blistered.
I can’t continue to live like this,
Can’t you see, something’s amiss?
Our love has grown cold,
I question what our future beholds.
Silence only delays the inevitable,
Leaving this marriage, questionable.
–Since you clearly don’t care enough to read my poems anymore, I guess you will never know how I feel.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 1, 2024. All rights reserved.
Why must we show our pain in ways others can see,
When the true depths of our suffering lies on our sleeve,
Why must blood be spilled, scars be shown,
For own pain to be acknowledged, known.
I don’t believe the world should wait,
For us to hurt ourselves to demonstrate.
The battles we fight, the demons we face,
It shouldn’t have to leave a physical trace.
My pain, your pain, is real, whether it’s seen or not,
It doesn’t need validation through a blood clot,
Let’s break the cycle, set ourselves free,
From the expectations to wear our pain visibly.
We must speak our truth, share our stories,
Without the need for external glories,
Let’s support each other, listen within,
Before the wounds are open, before the skin is thin.
Menopause, a time for change and transition,
when hormones rage and emotions may be in submission.
Hot flashes and mood swings, oh what a ride,
But through it all, we must continue to strive.
Our bodies may shift, our minds may wonder,
But we are still strong, no need to squander.
This is a new chapter, a time of growth,
Embracing our wisdom, that comes with both.
So let us celebrate this season of life,
by navigating the challenges with grace and strife.
We are women, fierce and bold,
Embracing menopause, as we get old.
Food, we need it survive,
nutritionally thrive.
But food is outrageously priced,
quickly burns holes in our pockets.
Junk food goes to our waists,
Healthy food, too expensive,
It’s a disgrace.
We lack nutrition, we suffer.
Written in response to https://ronovanwrites.com/2024/05/29/ovi-poetry-challenge-50-food-is-your-inspiration/
Aunt Becky, a firecracker in every way,
With her wise cracks and southern charm on display,
She lit up the room with her infectious grin,
Her laughter echoing like a joyful hymn.
She had a sparkle in her eyes, full of mischief,
Always ready with a joke or a funny story,
Aunt Becky was a force to be reckoned with.
Her spirit bright and her love never to be missed.
Despite her cancer, she was a pillar of strength,
Leading us through the darkest of nights,
With her wisdom and grace, she showed us the way,
To live life to the fullest, to always stand tall and fight.
Aunt Becky, we all miss you more than words can say,
But your memory will live on in our hearts everyday,
You were quite the firecracker, a true southern gem,
Forever in our hearts, an Aunt Becky and a friend.
Written in response to https://thesoundofonehandtyping.com/2024/05/28/writers-workshop-prompts-for-may-30-2024/
(I’m a little late posting this but here is my attempt.)
In life’s chaos, we often forget to pause,
To breathe in deeply and appreciate all that’s ours.
The beauty in a sunrise, the whisper of the breeze,
These moments of stillness brings us to our knees.
Pause and listen to the laughter of a child,
Or the gentle rustle of leaves in the wild.
In these quiet moments, we find peace.
Written in response to Weekend Writing Prompt #365 – Pause
On my drive back from picking my daughter up from drivers Ed, I had to stop off to take a pic of this beautiful art work. I’ve passed it many times and have been wanting to take a picture of it. How can you not. It’s stunning artwork. I love anything art.
Not only that but I couldn’t resist petting the horses in the field. I LOVE HORSES!! 🐴
Art display, for all to see,
A creative piece, so serene.
Picture perfect, a tranquil view,
painted a cheerful blue.
Exquisite art, a delicate piece,
Carefully crafted,
viewed from the streets.
A pristine piece, enchanted.
Does anyone know why these horses in the pictures have to have guards over their face?
“Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadows. It’s what sunflowers do.”
This quote is by Helen Keller. It suggests that by focusing on the positives, one can emerge from difficult situations by avoiding or distracting their focus from the negatives.
Source: https://thursd.com/articles/most-used-sunflower-quotes
Wordless Wednesday is a simple blog post featuring a photo that conveys a message that speaks for itself without using words.
Kansas sunflowers meadow,
sweet serenity.
Awaken your senses,
Peace blankets worries.
Summery smiling, warming winters chill away,
Birds soaking in summers warmth.
Flowers awaken, a rebirth begins.
Heartland Echoes 