Trinkets & Pebbles
The cost is your soul!
Why would we dare to examine?
The cost is high and the pay out is great;
to reach the goal you must have faith.
Learn to console and play your role, no need to control your emotions, your emotions aren't the common goal.
Many have tried with victory so pure.
But few have achieved or can afford the local cure.
They say. "reach for the stars," to reach your dreams.
My G-d the stars are so far all I can do is scream.
Silver spoon, silver spoon, silver spoon, I beseech thee to find me.
Find me a crystal ball so I may be its trustee.
Golden Goblets, dreams of blue, why do we concentrate on the glamour of you?
Hurricanes, tornados, wild fires and more seem to be running rampant with gas balloons upping the Annie and running up the score.
On the loose with no-one to coral, I feel trapped underneath their paranormal galore.
So for me, I'll stick with old fashioned giving.
It will last longer than high cost of living.
Keep the faith our Creator is near.
No need to chase dreams especially with fear.
Chase your dreams with conviction and desire.
Glimmering light shine bright in our hearts.
Without your light you will surely sink.
So far away is the soul I think.
Go for the things within your grasp.
Grow, grow and grow 'til your truth lasts.
From this day forward you've been acquitted of the past.
It's Trinkets and Pebbles that most will see.
This life is pure hell and mostly a fallacy.
All we can do is live to love.
When we do that, it reaches the stars above.
About this poem
It's the story of many as orchestrated by a few! Guidelines to follow with the victor always the victor. A poem of inspiration for some trying to figure out life itself. *Chase you dreams and not someone elses.*
Written on September 04, 2021
Submitted by jmoviecritic on September 04, 2021
Modified by jmoviecritic on September 05, 2021
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCDAEEFGHHIJJKKLLMNOOPQRHHSS |
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,481 |
Words | 284 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 29 |
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