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Standing Firm

– Janet Caldwell

Standing Firm

When you hold to a particular belief
that you are so much more
than what you think that you are
it is yours to exercise
and keep

stand firm.

When they mock you
and talk about you
walk away smiling
while you are expanding
your horizons

stand firm.

If they call you a liar
let them do so
it changes nothing
about your beauty
keep shining and

stand firm.

Believe in yourself
believe in your cause
of consciousness
there is always someone
who tosses rocks
who professes that they love humanity

stand firm.

I believe in love
and reexamination
of self, while cleaning
my own house
evolving, ever – growing

while standing firm.

Tags: American Poet, Consciousness, Convictions, Firm, Janet Caldwell, Janet P. Caldwell, Love
Posted on 05.8.13 in Uncategorized / 2 thoughts shared →

Untitled III

– Janet Caldwell

Untitled III

Now I lay me down to sleep . . .

in this 3^rd dimension

schemish / dream.
Once more . . . if to you
I should not speak
know that I carry

you in my crutched heart

and a razor between my teeth.
These retched color-filled themed dreams
and those unrehearsed outdreams
with no pain, no screams, or satiation
are together forever, it seems.

Suffer me not to stay around.
The tares are not
satisfying but dessicated
and very weak.

I can barley speak.

I’m famished

and I have been ravished
for far too long . . .

these meals . . .

were at the time
so ghostly cold

this was quite tragic

they needed heat

I needed light and warmth.

I took nourishment to make me whole

bathed in the peaceful garden pond
to wash me clean . . .

to make me grow.
I continue to scatter seeds
of hope, joy, love and peace.

In trust, I lay me down to sleep . . .
to awaken to a meal worth eating.

Thank you for reading . . . <3

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Tags: American Poet, dallas, derailedpoet, Dreams, hungry, inner child, Janet Caldwell, Janet P. Caldwell, life, Love, memories, poem, poet, poetry, Writer
Posted on 04.14.13 in Uncategorized / 2 thoughts shared →

Revolution Number I

– Janet Caldwell

These changing days
are full of life
with the sounds of birds singing
the flowers, the sights
the scent of love
some pungent some fresh
are all around . . .

and I inhale and exhale
them vigorously
they are health to my marrow
and have produced
an enthused me

like that old man with
the tobacco stained hands
who smoked his pipe religiously.

Just taking it all in . . .
1 puff at a time
yep, that’s me. . .

I was seriously caught up
in the ebb and flow
of life unfolding
the bending of the light
and those colorful prismatic choices

but when I listened to spirit
I knew there was
more . . . so I voiced it

and I said
I want to see
to be free
and yes
I will . . . attune me.

I will run like the wind
that tosses fallen leaves
and jump in the fire
the dross is all that’s lost
no, nothing . . . can
nothing can consume me

except me.

I flipped the script
and told myself of the beauty
within my fellow man and me
and oh, what a relief!

I Changed my perspectives
rethought those slanted perceptions
sliced, diced, cubed and then curbed
those jaded misguided judgments
that solved nothing . . .
and I exchanged them for love.

I did all of this
and got rid of
the useless thoughts
that yielded no healthy response

I seemingly . . .
have been tried and tried
and tried again . . .

yet, there are no harsh reactions
left in me
no slow burn without
or under my skin . . .

only lessons to be learned
and this is . . .
more suited to me
this spiritual discerning.

There are situations to be observed
with thoughtful responses
and at times simply BE-ing
quiet is well served.

Shhhhhhhhh . . .

Tags: American Poet, Changes, Janet Caldwell, Janet P. Caldwell, Love, Power, self revolution
Posted on 03.12.13 in Uncategorized / 4 thoughts shared →

The Things that He Knew . . . “let the dead bury the dead”

– Janet Caldwell

The Things that He Knew . . . “let the dead bury the dead”

He asked me
if I . . .

could be
would be
loved.

Before I could answer
he asked
if I
would lay ego aside.

I was not in the mood
for a positive reply.
Remembering his remarks
from before . . .

and he, not affected
by my emotion began
to question my devotion.

It all appeared ridiculous
and callous to me.

He outwardly inflected
how he was inwardly affected
by my tales of commotion
as he carefully selected

his words . . .

so insensitive, they seemed
as my walls of protection
grew
became prominent
and I thought . . .
they shielded me

as
his words
did allude to . . .
collude to

the things that he knew
I knew
about me . . .

this . . .
bothered me
disturbed me
continually
habitually.
And ritually
perturbed me.

I convinced myself
I had
no choice
no voice

so . . .

I chose silence
and I walked away
but the words
from his tongue
stayed with me
played with me.

I did ponder them
while my mind
was hanging
with neurons banging
(mis) firing with a
surprising wonder.

Surmising . . .

I did arrive
to my own conclusions
in this deluded
self-made
isolated solution.

Yes, I took some time
and held our sacred
conversations at bay.

I held my tongue
until . . .
I had to let go
think it through
and have something
loving to say.

Remembering it all . . .

I did soon fall
upon my knees
and cried
as I recalled

the words of the Christ

who said,
“let the dead
bury the dead.”

The meaning so
clear to me
and so very
Dear to me

to be in the now
is as easy
as I choose it to be.

And to BE
that sacred “Agape”
where vision lives
within / without
above and below
is where
3rd eye sees . . . me
for who I am.

So, in the
missing of him
the Blessed
kissing of him
I realize is deeper
than any physical exchange

the spiritual growth
is winning the war.
No . . .
we were not
estranged.

The good times
that we shared
with no reason
or rhyme required
is sired by our love

unspoiled by doubt
these . . .
were in the forefront
of my thoughts

I ran to him
for I did
need to let E-go
take a ride
and just in time.

For he did know
that ego
is a

dangerous
callous
and treacherous thing.

He asked me
if I . . .

could be loved
would be loved

and then he asked
if I would lay ego aside
and lay by his side.

I did . . .

These are but the things that he knew . . .
he knew me.

Tags: American Poet, Janet P. Caldwell, Love, ONE
Posted on 10.14.12 in Uncategorized / 2 thoughts shared →

Same Song & Verse

– Janet Caldwell

Same Song & Verse

I bang the same drum
a kettle with steam

day in
and day out
or so
it seems.

Like a fervent timpanist
out of control . . .
I know.

I know . . .

I may bother you
for banging
and clanging
on and on

it bothers me too

when humanity
is doused with a
cruel insanity.

The answer is near
and so very clear.

Love is all you need.

Let love reign
from me to you
and you to me:

and please

stop
drop
and roll

put out the flame
of hate

dismiss
and quit

those unrealistic judgments
the delusional expectations
of others

our Sisters and Brothers

toss them
and swap them

for love
without expectations

the only
affiliations
worth having
are love
and peace.

So, quit playing
those mind games
and you will see.

You will see . . .

our
community
of
humanity

quilted into
a continuous fabric
a beautiful reality.

Just, Let it be.
Let it be.

And as our
Brothers said

“All you need is love,
Love is the answer,
let it be.”

This I speak, to me.

Much Love & Respect to John Lennon, Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr & George Harrison
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Tags: American Poet, Humanity, Janet P. Caldwell, Love, peace, Unity
Posted on 10.11.12 in Uncategorized / 2 thoughts shared →

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Standing Firm

Untitled III

Revolution Number I

The Things that He Knew . . . “let the dead bury the dead”

Same Song & Verse

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