Poems

Music to my ears

Music, a language of its own,

A story told through melody and tone.

Through our lives we move to music's beat,

Our hearts and souls in harmony meet.

Melodious murmurs move in the mind,

Merging and meshing in mellifluous kind.

Sensual sounds, like a luminous ray,

Stir the soul in a secret way.

Fingers dance on piano keys,

As voices soar in harmony.

We close our eyes, we sway and spin,

As the music takes us deep within.

Percussive rhythm pounds the air,

Cymbals clap with the drums of snare.

The sound builds to a deafening roar,

Then fades away, forever more.

– Pearly Wordz

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Personal Comparisons

Comparing myself to others around

Seems natural but just might not be right

For when in such measurements I engage

Scattered sparks of secret envy ignite

Comparing myself is born out of thirst

In attempts to feel better about me

And reigns in lieu of fair judgment of self

Producing division and jealousy

When by comparison folk are made small

And I feel quite superior and versed

My ego swells wildly as pride overtakes

But is shattered when the score is reversed

Comparison games and pity parties

Ply the dangerous road of rivalry

But as I learn to love myself in full

I find freedom and they lose potency

Down with comparing, I seek a just end

Like exercising my talents and gifts

Thoughtfully sharing, with no strings attached

My whole perspective eternally shifts

Truth be told comparisons can lend some help

To match desire with motivation

In these unique times more checks are applied

To avoid any trace of obsession

So, as I grow daily in confidence

The finest version of me I can see

The best antidote if I must compare

Is to compare me with who I should be

– David McAdam