Yldara - A Glimpse at Poetry & Life
Dreams and Experiences
Mission: Possible
Tuesday, February 5th, 2008
Getting up before the sun rises
before shadows, flit past in front
of my screen. Fingers, pounding on
keys, forming thoughts into verses.
Sipping on a cup of hot brew
thinking, then working on newfound
angles, to portray, paint in words
while the rest of the household sleeps.
Listening to one’s heart beating
rhythmic like cadence, so telling
of a reason to persevere,
to keep writing, while time, is mine.
Pressing on with an idea
or two – to raise the bar, trusting
moments and lines, to carve a place
before breakfast needs to be fixed.
Making time to write every day:
a mission, all, too possible.
Yldara 011207332
Author’s Comments:
Here’s a poem that rightly speaks of making time to write, be it poetry or whatever is your passion.
I fully understand, how impossible it all seem at first when faced with the multitude of tasks, chores and must do’s daily. But, I have to say that in such a case the old adage “if there’s a will, there’s a way” applies.
Of course, it does not all fall into place in a day (sometimes, it takes months of practice) to be able to fall into the pattern of making and grabbing that niche of a time to do your writing.
It may just be fifteen minutes of pure imagination and data organization, still it gets you closer to the next time around when you are finally ready to sit and write down those ideas waiting to get out of your head.
Before you know it, you will be doing it, like its second nature (pardon the flippant turn of words).
Remember, every opportunity to write is precious and always worth it! 
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Loading ...As conflict rages across
Thursday, January 31st, 2008
Fear grips, shackles tightly
chaining this mind; trapping
this soul in angry scars
of bullet-riddled walls.
In forced silence, mourning
another death – loved one
or stranger, it seems not
to matter anymore.
Mine, is but one more face
mingling with starvation;
empty hands, hardened heart,
shrouded in pained darkness.
Nowhere else to run to
and hide. In woeful plight
stranded. In misery
perhaps, destined to be.
Still, am waiting, longing
for peace, to come about.
Yldara 0412071009
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5) Loading ...Bedtime Blues
Monday, January 14th, 2008
gripping me in sleepy-eyed daze
dragging feet and tired body
checking up on the children, doors
dimming down and turning off lights
brushing my teeth, washing away
all the dirt and grime of the day
putting on my old pajamas
off to bed with a grateful sigh
Yldara 2211070740
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Riding Winged Verses
Friday, January 4th, 2008
Saddling up before the dawn’s light
Chasing gloomy shadows away
Sipping on hot and strong dark brew
Battling cobwebs that cloud one’s mind
Taking a firm stand, making time
Clearing away all past clutter
Thinking, writing and enjoying
Painting with a bounty of words
Resolved to frustrations, and yet
Never again to waver or stop
Learning, knowing and improving
Poetry – One’s dream of an Art
Yldara 011207
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Portrait of a Dream
Thursday, December 27th, 2007
Silver-hued canvass
Bright, reflective, inviting
An adventurous ride
Of endless possibilities
Shelter cradling lonely souls
Home to listless roaming
Shadows filtered by dawn’s light
In reality marked
Rainbow gilded ancient art
Fortress of silent hopes
Pathway to wishes untold
Portrait of a dream?
Yldara 1311070730
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...The Things I Did In This Lifetime
Friday, December 14th, 2007
The walks in the rain and storm
Just listening and learning
Touching lives, in a manner
Mere words fail to describe
Discovering nature’s wonders
In plain sight for all to see
Rising from the rubbles
Of troubles and uncertainty
The meeting with ordinary folks
With extraordinary tales
Feeling their pain, their joy
Keeping it in one’s memory
Being able to share one’s gift
Being blessed beyond compare
These, I know and more are
Dreams, in reality fulfilled
Yldara 1811070629
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...First Snow
Monday, November 26th, 2007
My love beckons:
“Come with me and see.”
So, I look out,
face against the glass.
White powder drops…
dressing up the grass.
Silently it calls out,
to stir a yearning in me.
Slowly, I unhook the latch
opening the window wide…
I stretch my arm out,
flakes melt in my hand.
I close the window,
And I am warm again.
What a wonder,
…to feel my first snow.
yldara 1531121999
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Fifth of November
Monday, November 5th, 2007
Last night I talked to someone
and just really tore myself apart
I asked a whole lot of questions
and then broke my foolish heart
Gently he explained things to me
as if afraid I would soon melt
Though he never did mention it
I saw - he knew then, how I felt
Oh, if only he was a stranger
I would never have even dared
If only he was not a friend
he would not know I truly cared
Yldara 1989199110
Author’s Comments:
***An attempt at poetry written/conceived almost 20 yrs. ago…
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...October dawn
Monday, October 15th, 2007
A cool breeze blew over
the early morning mist
that one dawn of October
in memory I will list.
For although in body,
I was still frail and weak,
a spirit full of life,
I did possess so to speak.
While in the still silence,
as I just earnestly prayed,
deep, deep down within me
a battle raged and weighed.
Yet, as the new morn came,
and darkness lost its might -
I found there is in me
a will, to serve the Light!
Yldara 1019952007
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(No Ratings Yet) Loading ...Sweet Innocence
Monday, September 17th, 2007
Wild torrents tried to rush
into my solemn little world
Storms in their intense fury
threatened to engulf my soul
Sad fate kept me on guard
as I moved to tread on life
Passion gripped my shoulders
but I managed to be free
Quietly I struggled onward
fighting back wild emotions
Until they all lay panting
at the foot of my innocence
yldara 0319831997
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