Self Awareness – I Can’t

I can’t judge you
I’m too busy judging myself
I can’t hate you
I’m too busy learning about myself
I can’t envy you
I’m too busy competing with myself
I can’t expect anything from you
I’m too busy expecting the best from myself
I can love you
By loving myself

by Barbara Tremblay Cipak
Copyright

Optical Illusion Posters

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Hidden Dreams Can Sometimes Be

A dream it inches in the wind

not knowing the way it flies

it finds a place for tired wings

then left alone it dies

never to be seen again

until that time

one day when

the wind swoops down

and lifts the dream

to a place it will be seen

It teaches it to fly again

without the power of the wind

Now the dream floats freely

on it’s own

and finds it’s rightful place

it’s home

a place for all the world to see

that hidden dreams

can sometimes be

what drives a soul

a destiny

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

I was completely inspired to write this poem for Susan Boyle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY from Britain’s Got Talent 2009. She truly moved me to tears with her performance. Congratulations Susan!

Destiny Poster – Hidden Dreams by destinyposters
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Your One Thing

If you were put on this earth to do just one thing,
What would that one thing be
Would you arch your back to the moon
And belt out a passionate Dion tune
Would you fly to Africa
Or go around the corner to feed those hungrier
Would you fundraise for those less fortunate
Without glory, without praise
Would you lead the blind
Aid the deaf
Assist those inept
Or put your thoughts to paper giving out pleasure
For all to measure
Or would you gently tap humanity’s shoulder with this question
In hopes that after pondering some would take action
Does nobility exist in one or all of these
Or is the nobility knowing who you are
And what that one thing would be

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, copyrighted

Poem, Destiny: This poem was written with our own personal life’s purpose in mind. What is that you were put on this earth to do, to complete, to perfect. What is each of our contribution to this world suppose to be. We are all here to perfect something. So in very simple words, I ask this question in this poem. What is your one thing. I don’t mean that we are here for literally “one” thing, rather I’m speaking of our overall life’s theme.

We Are So Much More

We are so much more than what we are
We dream we plan
We travel so far
We learn we know
We ere we grow
We love we cry
We shine we try
We share we take
We feel we make
We work we rest
We grow we nest
We reach to touch the science star
We are so much more than what we are

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem, HOPE: Being in the mood for extreme simplicity, the most basic interpretation of who we really are, put these very basic thoughts to paper.

Time’s Gift

Time heals
Promising closure
Shrinking scars like popping bubbles
As it prepares our gift
Times benefaction is objectivity to our past
Building an awareness of yesteryears
Defogging our vision for truth
Generously donating our package of clarity

Time lies only to those
who misuse its precious moments,
Lines entrenched on our face
can devour redeemable blemishes
By gracefully accepting our package
healing eyes can widen to witness dissipating mist

Time promises blessed tomorrows
Let us put away our spinning wheels
plunge forward with our lesson
accept our bequest from Time, and yes!
We will have morning smiles

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

Poem, Time Passing: This poem has quite a history…When I was about 17 years old, on my way by train to visit a friend, I wrote a poem called, “Time Heals All Wounds”.  There wasn’t anything going on negatively in my life at the time,  I just remember feeling reflective about how time was passing by, and how time changes so much. Well today, at this time in my life, over 20 years later, I was re-reading this poem…and I felt compelled to modify it. I added a theme that I learned only by growing older (or should I say “maturing”). That is, that of course, yes, everything changes as time goes by, but more importantly it’s our life lessons that we absorb from time..or in some cases, don’t absorb, at which point we are left spinning our wheels and repeating the same mistakes. So this poem is my maturing lesson of “Times Gift”..(lets hope

The Butterfly Dance

Chasing dreams like butterfly hunters
calculated swings or a free sweeping swoosh
Destiny defined with mathematical precision
or passions tasted in sips like wine
Opposing forces threaten clarity
but worse steal time from dreams
Our soul embraces truth
only speaking when we listen
Haunting sounds of the harp
call us to our plan
Do we assess the instrument
or hear soothing angels play the answers
With magical sounds of the intangible hugging us
Do we squeeze tightly
whimsically swaying to the butterfly dance
hoping to discover
the ultimate scientific formula,
Faith

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Poem, Faith: This poem is for those times in our life when we may be guilty of over analyzing our purpose. You know, the times when you think to yourself..”I have these dreams”…but “so what”..”so does everyone else, what makes mine so special”. That’s when sometimes we try to calculate our dreams..sorta figure them out..like a physics question. Thus begins the debate in our mind, do we simply forge ahead with our hearts, or do we calculate every step along the way to make them come true. But the big question is, will they come true? Am I worthy, am I passionate enough?

Destiny Pillow – The Butterfly Dance by originalquotes
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