Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?
It takes a lot of courage and trust to look past what you’ve been through, and trust someone new not to put you through it again.
– Author Unknown
Today, as I sit at my desk, I wonder am I truly happy. Then, I decide to ask myself what actually dictates a person’s happiness. Is it our significant others, our jobs, our materialistic items, or is it our education? Maybe it’s family that gives us that feeling of happiness, but I want it to be more than a feeling. I genuinely want to BE HAPPY.
I have heard that we may have been placed in situations that can deter us from achieving our goals in life and I definitely believe that. The job that I have and the goals that I want to achieve do not align with each other. I want to accomplish so much more than just making a substantial amount of money; I want the money that I make to be a REAL reflection of something I love and of the hard work that I do.
At the moment, I don’t feel like I am of use to anyone and that is probably my fault. How does one move on from feeling like this? Do they create their own path to success by just quitting their job or do they handle their 9-5 as well as work at their dream? I believe that whatever life has in store for me, including this moment of uncertainty, is going to teach me a valuable lesson. I will get through this.
-J. S. Atkins
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.
– Helen Keller
To Mr. Perfect who has no flaws
And is steady tossing stones at others’ walls,
Does not realize he is not perfect at all.
To Mr. Perfect who can do no wrong
And is always singing the same old song
Of “woe is me” and “you should do”;
Believes he is different from me and you,
But one day he will see
He is not perfect at all.
To Mr. Perfect who judges most,
Stands up to make a toast
To himself in normal fashion
And says with such passion
That “perfection is the only quality
Bestowed upon him solely”.
Mr. Perfect will soon find out
That perfection is not for man
And that flaws are a part of God’s plan;
So that we will know humility
And be able to take responsibility
For all our actions, evil or kind.
Mr. Perfect is not perfect at all.
One day those walls will fall,
Due to all the stones he’s cast
Trying to make everyone else
Take responsibility for their acts.
– J. S. Atkins
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling,
Tho’ to the bough the rusty leafage clings;
Now on the elm the misty buds are swelling,
See how the pine-wood grows alive with wings;
Blue-jays fluttering, yodeling and crying,
Meadow-larks sailing low above the faded grass,
Red-birds whistling clear, silent robins flying,–
Who has waked the birds up? What has come to pass?
Last year’s cotton-plants, desolately bowing,
Tremble in the March-wind, ragged and forlorn;
Red are the hill-sides of the early ploughing,
Gray are the lowlands, waiting for the corn.
Earth seems asleep still, but she’s only feigning;
Deep in her bosom thrills a sweet unrest.
Look where the jasmine lavishly is raining
Jove’s golden shower into Danae’s breast!
Now on the plum the snowy bloom is sifted,
Now on the peach the glory of the rose,
Over the hills a tender haze is drifted,
Full to the brim the yellow river flows.
Dark cypress boughs with vivid jewels glisten,
Greener than emeralds shining in the sun.
Who has wrought the magic? Listen, sweetheart, listen!
The mocking-bird is singing Spring has begun.
Hark, in his song no tremor of misgiving!
All of his heart he pours into his lay,–
“Love, love, love, and pure delight of living:
Winter is forgotten: here’s a happy day!”
Fair in your face I read the flowery presage,
Snowy on your brow and rosy on your mouth:
Sweet in your voice I hear the season’s message,–
Love, love, love, and Spring in the South!
A home is more than walls and beams, It is a place created by dreams. Let your spirit fill every room, So that sadness can not resume. May laughter take residence in the walls, So you can still hear it while walking the halls. When the outside world seems to fail Know your home is a place where love prevails. That's because of you and your beautiful soul And that's what makes each room glow. So much so, The lights seem more bright, There's a warmth that exist, And everything just feels right. You are what makes this home so golden And you need nothing more; Each and every visitor feels it, When they walk through the door. - J. S. Atkins
I wrote this poem for my friend and placed it in a shadowbox as a housewarming gift. I really enjoyed creating a poem that was custom to the occasion, as well as the person. I am hoping that more opportunities to create custom poetry will arise for other occasions because this was beyond amazing and the final product was beautiful.