Metropolis jungle

Concrete Metropolis jungle,
A jungle growing within a bundle,
Of polished up, built up, hide away faces,
All in the race competing for spaces.
An aroma from a pretty city
Apon a time was nitty gritty,
Now flowing from edges and ledges,
A fulfilment of dredged pledges.
Grey on Green and green on grey,
Scenes to be seeing I dare to say,
Green scene seeing it's way,
I pray, that this day, is here to stay.
The Mothers pining cry is winning,
A voice of reason is glistening,
Her gasped breathe has been heard,
Her nurchured siblings were spared.
Published
December 6, 2022
Author
Andrew Mee
Category
Poetry
Thoughts & poetry

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The Journey

Our Life Journey takes us along many routes.

There are detours, and there are slow periods.

There are short cuts and learning curves.

But no matter what happens, we are always moving forward.

Always here, this moment, right now.... and now..... and now!!!

And believe me, we have help too, if we choose to see it!!

Just look for the signs!!!

Take this random screen shot for example.

Take notice of the synchronicity in the numbers.

Many would argue its a fluke or a Photoshop trick!!!

But I can assure you it is totally natural but for one black out spot on the bottom left corner from my private messenger.

In fact I only snapped the shot because of the double numbers on the clock, not really knowing why.

And yet here I am writing about it now.

So you see, the key is to trust.

Trust that you will always make the right decision.

Because no matter what, this decision is for you in this moment.

So in that respect, how could you ever make a wrong one ?

You are on the highway of your own lives

The only rules are the ones you write!!

How fast or slow do you want to go?

Which direction would you like to take??

How many byroads would you like to explore on route?

If you are unsure, then look for the signs.

They are there for you exactly when you need them.

Because you are already exactly where you need to be.

Welcome to your now!!

What would you like it to be??

Latest Poetry
The Sitting
The journey in Glenbeigh
Was so very intriguing,
It showed me my dark side,
And what needed healing.
I opened the door
To dig in deeper,
But I met Mother Nature,
And not the Grim Reaper.​
Her beauty is awesome,
Her love so freeing,
She relieved me my burden
My life purpose revealing.
A healer I am Wounded,
So perfectly scarred,
Each layer is a hurt,
Each pain is a shard.
​My purpose is simple,
So clear and so free,
To be a soul healer,
I MUST have empathy.
​I love this direction,
My Hearts Desire,
My Internal Light,
My Souls New Fire