Dad finally came home from work and I ran and hugged him so hard. See what that guy has to say, he said. This indeed could be very encouraging especially when one is plagued with self-doubts as it sometimes happens. Are we one and the same? That's the truth not a lie you clearly know it and so do I. Must I drown in my own sorrow? Beguiling the shimmering images standing in illusions rippling Glass, touch each other, yet they are the untouchables double. The only opinion that should matter is your own. She has been through hell and back, so many unkind words were screamed at her.
Accept the man in the mirror and you'll go far. My soul is intact; my heart is open, And I truly love my dearest friend, The woman who looks back at me in the mirror. On looking in a mirror what would you do, If you saw someone who was not you? For it isn't your Father, or Mother, or Wife, Who judgement upon you must pass. A leaf half green sweeps up in circles in the whiteness all around. A weak chin, think I, of windy sighs.
God, have you deserted me or is it me who deserted you? Have you ever looked at the mirror? She stands today starring back at the image in the mirror and decides to break the cycle. I willingly place my trust in her, Because I know I can. A fortress of gloom Not even death wants in Black nail tips Brownish plum lips I close my eyes I see them all The Shadows Climbing over my soul The darken deepens The stars dim my view Irremovable makeup Land becomes an enemy I become The Dark Knight-tress Scolding my next victim ~S~ Copyright © Year Posted 2013 Mirror Poem. Can you see what was there? Auspices now imitate metaphors that were under the surface bay. A nasty fierce looking bad tempered dude Obscenities flying out without warning Crabbing bout having to make a living But enjoying all the many accoutrements If it wasn't that, it'd be something else People just love to complain and vent A shower and shave, you're almost human Not one person will ever suspect That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe Was a coworker of great respect Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior Staring back from the mirror in the morning! I am at your mercy, crying out with grief Open the path to the lighted hall O' Lord, the day you judge me before your throne Please tell me it was a lesson for me to stand up on my own God for now I will end this talk With the dignity to never look back I ask if you were there on my endless journey of a relentless walk? Or who I am destined to be? I haven't seen them in so long and I've missed them terribly! I was quite taken with it as it spoke to the journey that I have been on.
© Jack Ellison 2012 Copyright © Year Posted 2012 Mirror Poem There is a fracture to my heart, oxygen deprived to my brain. Woman In The Mirror When hope seems just beyond my reach, And my dreams dissipate swiftly, Like dewdrops warmed by the morning sun, When the only friend around, Is the one looking back at me in the mirror, Those are the times when I reach out, To the only person in the universe Who knows exactly who I am, Sometimes I hardly recognize her, and yet She is a friend like no other. When you get what you want as you struggle for self And the world makes you queen for a day, Just go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that woman has to say. Lately, I can't seem to find her That girl I was before Empty feelings continue to lounge about Rejecting yesterday away. When you get all you want and you struggle for self, and the world makes you king for a day, then go to the mirror and look at yourself and see what that man has to say.
I Just can't seem to reach her The girl drowning deep inside I turn around to look and feel no one by my side It's been long since she slowly faded away I gaze into the mirror and miss her every day For one second past, I swear she was there. The world might have a thousand reasons to try you but there are a million more reasons for you to smile too. Staring back at me Is he a part of my past? I looked around and it was the same as I remember it had been then. God, what is your plan for me? What I'm trying to say is this the man in the mirror is the only one you'll need to please, because let's face it everyone else will at one time leave. From moon to admirable moon; The dignity of holding the same tune. I was the little girl, caged like a dove and everyone else just stood as if above, above everything even life itself and now I'm here surrounded in disappear but I'm not the cause, you see? I am the swan that swims through your veins.
What things did I not see? This is one of the most misquoted and misrepresented writings that I know of - by gaining the proper permission from the Wimbrow family, we can finally show Dale the gratitude and respect that he rightly deserves. We live in a world where we are forced to believe that people's opinions are all that matter we always tend to forget the opinion of the man in the mirror. It's a journey she welcomes and embraces daily, she no longer fears the tomorrow and yesterdays She now speaks bravely, of hope, of courage, of pride and with much compassion and gentleness. So stop staring at the mirror and wondering what people want you to be instead look and wonder which future you want to see because the mirror shows us who we are but not who we want to be. Very unsatisfactory remembering winter's almost famine. When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf, And the world makes you king for a day, Then go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that man has to say. Mom was sitting in her chair at age 84.
Open your eyes and see. Next door I saw Maw Maw and Paw Paw as they had been in 1959. The original poem is slightly different than this version and reads: The Guy in the Glass When you get what you want in your struggle for pelf, And the world makes you King for a day, Then go to the mirror and look at yourself, And see what that guy has to say. The door I remembered so vaguely stood in front of me now, it's resemblance mesmerizing but I had only one question, how? It just won't let me love again. Anne Landers published it attributing it to Anon.
Copyright © Year Posted 2012. I have decided to be nice to the person I see in the mirror looking back at me. I try to be thankful every day With God's help, stay on the narrow way It's not about me and that's okay Vision much clearer, when to Jesus I pray. She takes in a new breath knowing, feeling and trusting that no matter how many steps backward there are, the only thing that matters is that steps continue to be taken forward in the process of being true to her. She has decided to reclaim that they had stolen, damaged, killed in her so, so long ago. For it isn't your mother, your father or wife whose judgment upon you must pass, but the man, whose verdict counts most in your life is the one staring back from the glass. The door was my past, and I remember, at last, the old me has been gone for a while but not for long, I'm tired of being someone I'm not, it's time to be me, the real me and this time I will not be caged, I will be free.
I saw Aunt Frances and Uncle Bill who lived beside Maw Maw and Paw Paw. All You were, was a mirror over there Flooding naked imagery Flowing naked mercury Proof there were no fa-ked lies Unless words were pressed against the frame Somehow you couldnt recognise. I've taken a tumble of fallen down Lord, my life was plain and simple How did it come to this? Blissfully the maiden trips the light fantastic, as inspirations long Lost muse, hidden beneath self-doubt and pains anguish, the opposite Refuses to except that these two reflections of inspiration are one in the same. I stepped back through and my reflection was as it had been before. The words were those she learned and heard though out her childhood and teens. Relieve me from his gutless pain. I don't care what people say.