O restless heart that can't be happy
what am I to do~I tried all this world
has to offer~but can't get thru to you
the appetite is never sated~societies
pleasures are overrated~we are always
in a race toward pleasure~but never
seem to reach the treasure~Oh elusive
happiness where can you be~am I
barking up the wrong tree~
I look to the stars that glitter so happily
what do they view that people of earth
don't see~The sun never fails to shine
nor does the moon forget to call on
the brine~the tides always listen as they
come and go~the weather does its thing
clear rain or snow~why can't people
find the proper way~to live their lives
without such dismay~methinks we listen
to the wrong authority~we need to recall
who created humanity~
Oh yes, that is certainly the key to it all, listenng to the one "who created humanity" and on the Seventh Day he rested. How original and with such glorious flair.....
A Song of Self to Self. Much to appreciate in RESTLESSNESS but I mostly find myself moved by the tone of the poet's voice: melancholy, wise, compassionate, and amused all at once.
However, you have happiness, give it away, as in your poetry, new happiness will fill your soul, I read a prayer flag once, something like this,{ some people search for happiness, others create it!} Keep on creating,
and being thankful to share it, that thankfulness in all things, poetry ,or otherwise should create bountiful happiness, just a thought.
wonderful thoughtful poetry, Hugs! Jasmin Horst
My dear Eileen, your message comes through this beautiful write loud and clear. What a wonderful lesson to teach this time of year especially. We search in so many places to find happiness and sometimes forget the one place we should look. Love and hugs, Bonnie
Eileen, your message resonates with the sentiment of truth from your heart -- as with all things I find, it is within the journey, the day to day living here on earth that happiness is found -- the loving, peaceful collaboration of living with our fellow man that offers the guiding light He wants us to use -- peace and love to you my dear friend -- JMW
I wonder, a man, alone on a far away deserted island...would he impatiently paces around out of boredom? Restless? or will take the opportunity in such a peaceful place to ponder on the light of the day and the mysteries of the universe at night?
Just a thought.
the appetite is never sated~societies
pleasures are overrated~we are always
in a race toward pleasure~but never
seem to reach the treasure
Very sadly, I think that has been the human race's state since we first walked this planet, and I doubt that it will ever change.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2008
For someone who puts a premium on life, such as you do Eileen, the cost of learning to live with rottenness is what you wrote of in this poem . . . I guess we must have been on the same "thinking" page today, because I posted something similar I think that I wrote last month . . . Don't get me wrong, I love life even with all of its foibles, and will until I can no longer do for myself . . .
Reviewed by Andre Bendavi Benyehu (Reader)
Reviewed on December 11, 2008
Wise ponderings expressed in wonderful singing... "Restlessness" strikes the learning mind.
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Love,Christine
Be always safe,
Karen
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peace and love, Carole~
'Bits and Pieces to Ponder' - an exceptional penning my friend!!
Hugs and love,
Lance
and being thankful to share it, that thankfulness in all things, poetry ,or otherwise should create bountiful happiness, just a thought.
wonderful thoughtful poetry, Hugs! Jasmin Horst
Unbelievable how values have changed. Peace, Love, Blessings & Friendship Always, Paul.
Edwin
Just a thought.
Georg
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
pleasures are overrated~we are always
in a race toward pleasure~but never
seem to reach the treasure
Very sadly, I think that has been the human race's state since we first walked this planet, and I doubt that it will ever change.
Wise ponderings expressed in wonderful singing... "Restlessness" strikes the learning mind.
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
One never stops searching
Love & peace be with you
William
Now I can sleep
Thanks,
Cindy