Dreams Fulfilled

In life there are so many things
That stand right in our way
A million blocks that circumvent
Our dreams; our hopes delay

But with a will of fortitude
Of strength and true resolve
Let’s creatively determine
To not let them dissolve

Nor diffuse them in the ether
To vanish out of sight
But courageously take up cups
And mantles with full might

Let’s work out pathways through the mist
Dispelling clouds for sun
To shine; illuminate the way
So inspiration runs

And then we’ll live lives; dreams fulfilled
With difference to impart
That touch, caress and so uplift
The contents of our heart

Photo Credit: Jenni Dellow

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Reality Lives

What happened to our private lives?
That stayed behind the door
The lives that lived out day to day
Where washing wasn’t for
Displaying on the laundry line
For one and all to see
What happened to those private lives?
The things of privacy

For now it seems our lives are all
Out in the public eye
Lived out upon the big display
Where there is no standby
Switch on the box and there we are
Or there we’d like to be
Those beings that we have become
Reality TV!

From Oprah to a man named Kyle
Addictions to such things
Just suck us in to then subscribe
To others’ suffering
Or in the name of X Factor
We look to find a star
But through all this we can forget
Just what and who we are

For safe to say you can become
Just who you want to be
But it is done through quiet resolve
Not plastered on TV
Nor any other media
Who offer you quick fame
But by quiet steady devotion
To play life’s living game

So don’t be fooled to think that you
Will make it to the top
By surrendering your privacy
With novelty hip hop!
But set about to plan a path
On which you want to go
Then persevere and dedicate
Your will to make it so!

Windows of Opportunity

Standing in a worn out house
With windows everywhere
Some with dust and some with dirt
And some without a care
Whilst others hang and tease and taunt
With curtains shut so tight
Where yesteryears and past regrets
Are hid right out of sight

Then other windows overhead
Are leaded full of weight
And seem to bear down heavily
With pressure, stress and hate
But the odd one stands out gleaming
With sunlight shining in
Whilst others more swing open wide
With a breeze so beckoning

They beckon with good promise
With hope and more aside
Revealing opportunities
When their frames are open wide
Where openings and prospects
Can be grabbed specifically
To thrive upon such chances through
The windows of opportunity