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Mind

MIND

A negative thought came to my mind.
He wore a charming smile
And I was sorely tempted
To invite him in awhile,
And as I hesitated,
He tapped softly on the door
And whispered through the keyhole
As he'd often done before.

He said, "I'll help you hold your grudge,
I'll help you sing the blues,
It seem like all your folks and friends
have turned heir backs on you."
He said, "you've been misunderstood,
Mistreated and maligned.
I'll help you cry your heart out
If you'll let me come inside".

But, I kept my windows fastened
And my doors securely closed,
For I knew I'd be the loser
If I let him take control.
For negative thoughts can multiply
And crowd the positives out.
And make the mind a cesspool
Of anxiety and doubt.

And so I told the negative thought
I could not let him in.
He went his way, but I am sure
That he'll return again.

But no more will I greet him
With a welcome or a smile
And never will I entertain him
Even for awhile.
I'll fill my mind with positive thoughts
And on the door install
A sign which reads, "DO NOT DISTURB"
When negative comes to call
For tho` he knocks a thousand times
And yet, a thousand more
He cannot dominate my mind
If I don't open the door.


Thank you to Connie Longe
for this inspiring piece.
Tammy
(author unknown)

Gratitude

Gratitude

I need gratitude
to make it through
a world that's not so gracious

I wonder where it all began
that people lost their gratitude?

It's a simple process
And it feels so good afterward.

Take a deep breath;
Close your eyes.

Slow down the pace of your heart.

Feel the gravity of the earth
Begin to pull you down

Slowing your every move

Clear your mind of all
Negative thoughts

And the sun begin to warm your mind

Slightly open your lips
Let your throat form the noise.
Its simple......

"Thank you!"

Written By Tammy Davis
2005

Poetry Behind the Wire

Poetry Behind the Wire

I came here on a lengthy sentence

My life has become barbed wire
and metal fences

Structured living
Like a page from a poetry book

With thoughts, emotions, rhymes
Words dancing in time

I lay it down on paper

To escape


We dance according to their rules
And their time

Guards counting
Room to room

A haiku that they devised
Head count at seven, eleven and five

The scenery is great front the porch at the top.


Tammy Davis
2004