Tag: beauty

Posted in Poem

Cheesecake is Life

Posted on by Roy Eastham

Cheesecake is life
Every day a bite
Delicious or sickly
I could eat this all night

Every bite a day
Sometimes it’s just scrumptious
Sometimes it’s a bit tangy
Sometimes its riche
And sometimes its sickly

Yet tangy or sickly
Scrumptious or rich
Its cheesecake
Regardless its delicious

Sometimes you bite off more than you can chew
Sometimes you barely take a bite and let it go to waist
Sometimes you just have the amount that would satisfy goldilocks
Just right

Cheesecake is life
Every day a bite
Delicious or sickly
I could eat this all night

They say you can’t have your cake and eat it too
But cheesecake is beautiful
And I’m taking a bite

Once my spoon comes dry
I will not cry
Because I had my cake
And I ate it too
Cheesecake is beautiful
And life is too

Posted in Poem

Lifes Riches

Posted on by Roy Eastham

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You will find your riches
From the love you give
Not what you receive
Because what you receive externally
Can never amount to the riches
That you already possess
From the love within you

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You will find your wealth
From constantly improving your health
That’s like compounding interest
It just keeps on multiplying
That is purifying

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You will find your health
In humor
Something you dont need money to buy
You can just see the funny side of life
The sooner you find your sense of humour, the sooner you’ll find love in life
The funny life is a healthy life

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

You’ll find your wealth
When you find peace
You’ll realise that you don’t need to surround yourself with an entourage
Alone with your soul, peace and quiet makes you whole

Lifes riches
Are not found in gold
At the end of a rainbow
Or in fame where everyone knows your name

Lifes riches are found within
You are the gold
You are the rainbow

You are abundance

Posted in Daily Fire

They are felt with the heart

Posted on by Roy Eastham

“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”

The little prince

It’s not the mansion that’s beautiful, It’s the hard work you put in to acquire it that makes it so,

It’s not the abs you want, its the feeling of achievement you get once you have them

It’s not the relationship, just two people together, Its all the hardships you’ve been and overcome together that make it

It’s not the things we own, or our jobs we do its all the things we cannot see but have the biggest impact,

Happiness isn’t the holiday, or the cash in the bank, or the dream partner,

It is and always will be the work and the effort we put in.

“People where you live, the little prince said, grow five thousand roses in one garden… Yet they don’t find what they’re looking for… And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose.”

Posted in Poem

Here & Now

Posted on by Roy Eastham

Your pain is in the past
Your worries in the future,
Neither of them exist in the here and now

The future is imaginary, its filled with things we cannot see,
Yet thinking about this it does not allow us to be In the here and now

Your pain is in the past,
The rain never lasts
We cannot change the past
Yet we put so much strain on the brain
Thinking what would of happened if we did things a different way, thinking of things we didn’t say,
But the past has happened and that lead the way too
All that matters… the here and the now

Stop the chatter, just let it go
Otherwise you’ll never know
What it’s like to live in the here and the now

Your mind is making you blind, its grinding you down and making you frown over something that hasn’t even happened yet,

Your pain is in the past
Your worries in the future,
Neither of them exist right here in the now

Posted in Poem

Wild Child

Posted on by Roy Eastham

Why don’t we play anymore,
When did our lives become so grey
Fearing another dreaded Monday

We used to play without a thought for the rest of the day
Stop and splash in a puddle, then make a dash straight to the next puddle

No thoughts of consequences of what the other kids thought of us
We were just happy
Maybe that’s what we ought to go back to doing

We seem to have caught this bug,
That we should not play
As it’s not the adult way
Or maybe it was taught to us
By someone who thought they were better than the rest of us

Now were all sad,
Because someone was mad
Because they were told that playing was bad

But look deep inside,
There’s a child inside that was locked away before its day
And its waiting to be let loose and go wild

Like a ship and its not ment to be docked
It wants to be out on the open sea

Yet the port is not blocked by a lock
There is no key you see the cage is imaginary

So jump in that puddle,
Give that tree a cuddle
Get muddy
That child inside is making you rage
Because you locked away your best buddy

Your snappy,
Your frightened of being judged by some bitch that you don’t even like

But ditch those thoughts
They dont serve you now
You’re tired of being unhappy

So leave the port and get out in the open

You are a wild child
Be happy