Changeup

Hello followers and new readers,

 

I’ve decided to changeup how I post my poetry online by including imagery to set the tone. I’ll be reposting a few of my well-liked poems as well as a few of my personal favorites. I apologize for no new work recently, but school is currently slaying my creative world. Thank you.

 

J.D.M. Sr.

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Hope

Hope is a feckless bully

When you think you’ve lost it all, he appears

He drives you in the morning, keeps your eyes open when you should sleep

He forces you to carry him, always trying to share that burden with others

He’s a monster of unimaginable force, a dictator of your soul

He only fades and disappears when you forget him

Only reappearing when another soul feels his brush

For those who don’t know, I’m studying to be a teacher at UTSA(The University of Texas at San Antonio), specializing in English. The following is a breakdown of what’s to be expected of my first year as a teacher.

 

Phases of First-Year Teaching

 

That’s quite insane but not unexpected. I believe if you looked at a new military member just starting their basic training you’d find a somewhat similar graph. What do we do to prepare ourselves for such dire straits? What do we do to prepare ourselves for a break with a hoped and imagined future?

All I can do is understand that I am in fact fallible, that all the confidence in the world doesn’t stop screwing things up to start, and I need to just keep dancing to my own song.

Confidence

In the palm there lies a two-headed coin

On one side lies arrogance, with its strut and pride

On the other lies confidence, with its strength and fallibility

When do the two become one? When should you rely on one and not the other?

There are times when arrogance is needed, when you know not what to do but need the appearance of the stronger

Just as there are times when confidence can be weakness, those times you believed you could accomplish the task but failed to ask for help

They both sound the same, look the same, act the same, but there is a difference within

The arrogant hold fear, the confident do not.

I know not which is better.

 

The Gnomic Father Pt. 3

Come child, come near and listen well

I’ll speak of the times we read, and why they matter

Reading takes you to another plane and place, allowing illusions to shatter

It will carry you through the harshest moments, when all feels like hell

 

You open the page and begin your journey, living vicariously

You’ll find a one whom you connect with, share their worries and fly

At any point, you can close the cover while never saying goodbye

You finish one, pick up another, living lives just as variously

 

That’s the value, that’s the destination, you find a life you didn’t know you’d want

And just as easily, you can put it down, then take it up when you need to escape

It matters not where you go, where you dwell, only open a book and stay awake

You’ll learn things, about yourself and others, it’s called getting smarter, try not to flaunt

 

Fiction and non, matters not at all, you’ll find a new purpose with every scrawl

So find your genre, find your precious niche, soon you’ll be happy, you’ll find a fairy with a wish

 

Spirituality

The needs of all and shown in few

Spirituality, the light that bridges everyone

It needs no religion though many find that not true

It’s a connection, between the energy of one to the energy of all

The breaking down of a feeling, a touch of the soul on the body of the world

Description requires a broad mind with a narrow view, you just have to feel it

Find the warmest feeling you can, press it to the glass wall, spread it evenly then hold it to the heavens

You’ll find that the more we increase our connection of self, the greater we can create a connection to others, and thus increase our spirituality

A Poem for Cris and Mike

Like a feather falling in a storm, love has its own currents

These currents have no mind, no choices, no set path

We know not when we will be swept into the tempest

Taken on an unexpected journey to a destination brighter than the last

But when that feather settles itself, when it finally connects with the world

We call that home

 

Disclaimer: This poem was written on the day of, and for, the wedding of my friends Cris and Mike.

Nothing but a thought

Happiness is a thought, a state of being

All stoics bear their own fruit, risking oblivion

What man or woman cannot find a thought, as it

lies upon the breadth of their minds

 

Nothing is more important than growth

Growth allows for the mentally imperialistic

Colonize yourself, reign in your greater demons

Let your lesser demons free to enjoy

 

No person lives without sins

Fight the stronger, live connectedly with the latter

Forgive your life’s transgressions, never forget your personal

Find a code to live by, stick to it and enjoy the rise of character

Happiness is no more than a thought

Oblivion welcomes all

Update

Hello you readers out there,

 

Back in school and I’m already reading close to 1k pages a week. I state such as it doesn’t allow me a large block of time for working on my own poetic reading and writing. So far I’ve read two Shakespearean plays, two novel’s from the 17th century and two novels from the 18th century as well as assorted poetry from Alexander Pope, Lady Mary Montagu, and an assortment of others. I’m going to attempt to be more active this semester and keep everyone updated on the reading I complete as I find it shapes my writing int he time period that I’m currently reading. Thanks for checking in and hope you’re having a wonderful spring.

 

J.D. Mullenary I

Be Honest and True

The following is a poem written by George Birdseye in the late 1800s. I did not write this obviously and don’t claim so. I feel like it touches a small part of my soul, as I feel few people live by a code that they have clearly defined anymore. There isn’t the kind of emotional strife that you used to have to go through anymore, many things are just taken care of as they hold your hand. Progress or weakness?

 

Be honest and true, Boys!

Whatever you do, Boys,

Let this be your motto through life.

Both now and forever,

Be this your endeavor,

When wrong with the right is at strife.

 

The best and the truest,

Alas! are the fewest;

But be one of these if you can.

In duty ne’er fail; you

Will find ’twill avail you,

And bring its reward when a man.

 

Don’t think life plain sailing;

There’s danger of failing,

Though bright seem the future to be;

But honor and labor,

And truth to your neighbor,

Will bear you safe over life’s sea.

 

Then up and be doing,

Right only pursuing,

And take your fair part in the strife.

Be honest and true, boys,

Whatever you do, boys,

Let this be your motto through life!