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July 16, 2010 at 3:00 am · Filed under life, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles and tagged: change, cordieb, Enlightenment, faith, Grateful, greed, hope, Love, Mirrored Reflections, Poetry, riddle, self, spiritual, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, thankful, thanks giving
This is an update from a post I wrote last year – I’ve added and deleted some of my thanks givings from last year… As you can see, I’ve been blessed throughout the year. Also, I present to you a riddle to help exercise the thankful brain.
1. Today I am thankful that my pain is subsiding. pain is gone!
2. Today I am thankful that I have a good man who deals with my pain with me in a supporting, loving manner.
3. Today I am thankful that my children are doing well.
4. Today I am thankful for the warmth of the summer.
5. Today I am thankful that my fever is subsiding I can’t even remember the fever I spoke of last year.
6. Today I am thankful for another year to live and love and that nothing is constant but change 
(Added today, July 15th, 2010)
What were you thankful for last year this time? What are you thankful for Today?
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Spiritual Riddle
I am the sin of grave covetousness
Bound to mine own self righteousness
Neglecting inner consciousness…
for all my mind craves to possess
I’m the root of imbalance in the land
As visioned pleasures I expand
Amid the poor and weakened man
To whom I dare not lend a hand…
Convincing self in false delight
that I deserve all in my plight…
What I consume is mine own right…
as daytime surely follows night…
The sad thing is I’m never filled,
as nothing ever quite fulfills
the hollow heart that slowly kills
my soul by short lived external thrills…
Hoarding more than I need
can’t quench the thirst of internal needs
with a starving soul and a heart that bleeds…
and decayed root bearing no fruit nor seed…
because one foolishly concedes
to me, (Who Am I – Click Below for Riddle Answer)
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March 10, 2010 at 7:56 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, Love, mindfullness, Original Stuff, Poetry, relationships, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: cordieb, eternal, eternity, future, god, infinity, Love, Past, peace, Poetry, Present, relationships, riddle, spirit, spiritual riddle, Spirituality, today, tomorrow, yesterday
Just Beyond the Horizon ~CordieB.
Upon her breast lie my hopes, dreams and plans
Loosely holding my destiny in slippery hands
Each morning I look forward to her creeping on in
And with her arrival, new beginnings begin
Immeasurable surprises and presents she bares…
Dreams of happiness, heartaches– a myriad of cares
I can never quite guess the present she’ll bring
I can never quite name the exact tune she will sing
We have Infinite possibilities and boundless potential
Yet our fate is neither promised nor inconsequential
I anticipate her advent with both joys and sorrow
Just beyond the horizon; she is Tomorrow
~Written by CordieB, © All rights reserved.
Quote for the Day.
"Be mindful of how you approach time. Watching the clock is not the same as watching the sun rise." ~Sophia Bedford-Pierce
March 3, 2010 at 8:30 pm · Filed under Art, Dreams, mindfullness, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, relationships, Riddles, spiritual, Spiritual Riddles, Truth and tagged: being, bittersweet, cordieb, findfullness, freedom, holding on, hope, joy, Love, lovers, memories, mindfullness, nastalgia, Past, Present, present moment, relationships, spiritual, spiritual riddle, today, tomorrow, yesterday
Current Mood:
Cool & 
Flirtatious & 
Happy
Distant Lover ~Sketched by CordieB.
This riddle was inspired by a recent post by Mare Cromwell. Check out Mare’s writing…quite enlightening!
Spiritual Riddle – My Distant Lover
This nostalgic lover has left me…oh, so many times…
Through much laughter and tears… many riddles and rhymes…
Though often I’ve tried mighty hard to hold on to him tight—
Always he departed before the glow of moon light
At times when he left, I felt greatly relieved…
Other times I’ve longed for him; passionately I grieved
Whether I choose to remember or opt to forget
The times we’ve shared, there’s no need for regret…
Each time he leaves, he’s never, ever the same…
Some nights leaving with joy…other nights filled with pain…
~~A gift of pure sunshine…a blanket of rain~~
And each time he vanquishes into mystic descent
He hands me a most cherished Present…
Though I can never hold onto him past the brink of dawn
Forever he leaves me with the will to move on…
I feel the breath of his whisper – yet he starves me of touch
Knowing our destiny has already been written as such….
Vanishing into the mist, leaving me with a new day!
Whilst I love, whilst I live!
Whilst I lust, whilst I pray!
He is ever so close–yet so far away…
Who is He… ? (Click below for riddle answer)
January 30, 2010 at 6:48 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: Art, blood, joy, life, Love, masculinity, men, peace, responsibility, Rick Mobbs, semen, spirit of a man, Spirituality, sweat, tears, War
Art Work Courtesy of Rick Mobbs
Reposted for Marie. Mist can be tears, can be joy, can be blood, can be sweat, can be semen, can be love, can be hate, …can be whatever…what do you think men mist most?
This poem was written especially for Rick Mobbs at Mine Enemy Grows Older. Rick has been so kind to feature his beautiful work to inspire us to write each week. Due to other responsibilities, Rick has informed us that he will no longer be able to continue his beautiful art prompts. His latest beautiful piece is shown above. . . . I wrote this poem as an interpretation of the art . . . and . . . how I imagine most men, including Rick, may feel . . . at times.
Like Spilt Milk – The Spirit of a Man ~Written by CordieB.
I hold the world with closed iron fists
Though others cry; I vaguely mist
My ego causes my heart to roar
Yet also causes my mist to pour . . . . like spilt milk wasting on the floor.
Instinctively I’m a territorial being…
Not into that which can’t be seen…
Though often I claim to see the light…
Most times I focus on black and white.
Beauty prompts my groin to soar…
Yet also causes my mist to pour. . . .like spilt milk reproducing more!
My thoughts so often unrealized…
Not even I can crystallize . . .
the myriad of issues– real or fantasized . . .
My triumphs cause my voice to roar
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk gushing out the door
My God chose me to oversee…
Why has earth’s fate been placed on me?
Should I choose peace; should I choose war?
Responsibilities cause my mind to explore . . .
yet also cause my mist to pour. . . like spilt milk crashing on the shore . . .
~Written for Rick Mobbs in response to his last visual arts prompt. . .
July 20, 2009 at 1:01 am · Filed under Humanity, Observations, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: observation, Poetry, riddle, Riddles, spiritual, spiritual riddle
I am one of the strongest forces known to man.
I can cause you to wake up early every morning, although you have no place to go;
I can cause you to consistently be late for work, your dates, appointments, meetings and very important events;
I am so strong that going against my will may cause you to feel disconnected, aloof, and oftentimes confused and dazed.
I am so powerful that I often cause you to eat when you are not hungry and drink when you are not thirsty.
So powerful is my force, I am why you may call mom, dad, or your best friend each Sunday afternoon, faithfully.
If you want to use me for your good, try mastering me for 28 days. I might prove to be just what you need, indeed.
Who am I?
I am the Force of Habit.
By: CordieB
Quote for the Day – In order to see a different results – one must practice different habits. ~CordieB.
July 15, 2009 at 9:00 am · Filed under Abuse, Art, Christianity, Favorite Poems, Humanity, Justice, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality, With Liberty and Justice for All and tagged: darkness, light, Love, opposites, peace, perspective, senses, Spirituality
My creativity has been at a stall here of late. Perhaps it’s the zoids and pain killers I’ve been taking… In any event, I don’t seem to be able to focus long enough to write anything, so, I thought I’d share something I wrote some time ago. . . Blessings to all of you….
Photo courtesy of Jason McKim and is licensed under the Creative Commons
I can be cold as the bluest, hottest ice
And hot as the bluest, fiercest fire. . .
I’m a false reflection of a conceptional misconception
Whatever your limited or infinite mind’s desire
You listen to my loud, yet gentle vibration
You believe me fully with no hesitation . . .
You see me with all colors of the beautiful rainbow
Is that really all the colors? Will you ever know?
Only if you can let me go. . .
I’m young and younger, black and blacker
Smart and wise. A genius. A true catalytic cracker
Beautiful, and most beautiful – is there really such a thing?
Breath in the melody that I most wonderfully sing!
I can be red, yellow, or indigo blue
Although I’m real in essence, I’m never the truth,
I’m at your worst, completely false;
Incomplete at your best; a simple impulse.
I can be joyfully sorrowful and sorrowfully glee, too.
But, whatever I am, I’m always completely real to you.
Do you feel me! Do you get my point!
Do you smell my noise? Can you hear my funk!
Can you see my darkness? Can you touch my light!
Can you smell my vision? Can you taste my sight!
Can you smell the painful pleasure,
Can you taste the agony of the estasy?
No matter what, I’m always YOUR reality;
I am in you and you are in me.
If you change your perspective.
I’ll change mine– as your’s reflective.
I am oh so evil, and yet so kind
The world would be nothingness if I were blind.
But, maybe not-how dare I say?
And now I lay me down to pray . . .
I pray that you free me every then and now
From your dear self, for this I vow . . .
Will free you from hypocrisies
And all the false analogies. . .
From judgements, prejudices, anger and hatred …
These no longer exist, once I am emancipated.
My negation gives you insight, free and clear
Of a far away place that is yet so near
If you could release my blessed curse and damned grace
And move beyond object, time and space
For that brief moment in that sphere
You’ll sense a unity so crystal clear
Even beyond your limited, infinite imagination
Who am I, I am simply . . .
(click below for riddle answer)
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June 12, 2009 at 9:06 pm · Filed under Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: false love, manipulation, poems, Poetry, self esteem, self value, spiritual riddle; spirituality; love, Truth, Wisdom
My existence emerges quite often in the middle of the night;
Sometimes I bring anxiety; Frequently, I induce unrealistic fright.
Oftentimes I’m an instant reflex of a web of grave deceit;
Many feel I can be eradicated by disclosure; Allbeit revealed most indiscreet.
I was borne when humans went against their true natural flow . . .
I quickly grew enormous from false judgments which were sowed
Into the conscious being as a way to tame the actions
Of any action committed without perceived fair karmic reactions
Many occasions my existence is sparked by the master manipulators
Who use fictitious sliding scales of love as unloving validators
"If you love me you would do this; You wouldn’t do this if you knew . . .
I would never do such nonsense; because of the love I have for you.
You would go along with my way if you were down for me and true"
I’m sure you’ve heard these statements; perhaps you’ve said them too.
Know your self and love yourself and you won’t fall into the ageless trap . . .
Of the Master Manipulators who will trick you to take the rap
For anything that goes against your true heart in the name of loveless love…
And continue with the punishment until they rise abreast of and above…
The manipulation that was taught to you and for which you practice too
When you ask more from another than you know you would honestly want to do
I arise when spirit, mind, and actions are not on one accord
I bring traumatic injury to the mind; I cause such destruction; you can’t afford…
To keep me in your presence; as I’ll reek havoc on the spirit and the flesh
I’m the reflection and a reaction of being untrue to self – and perceived selfishness
Who am I . . . (click below for riddle answer)
March 16, 2009 at 5:29 pm · Filed under Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: bad, cordieb, crazy, emotional, emotions, excited, good, happy, kinky bored, Love, mood, moody, nervous, neutral, personality, PMS, sad, spiritual, spiritual riddle, tired
- Photo courtesy of Photoƒreaks, click on Photo to Play a Fun Game!!!
I sometimes swing like a pendulum…
At times, ecstatic; other times…humdrum
My host feels best when I’m somewhat stable
As, I’m a strong factor on whether she’s able …
to motion herself to move from her current state
of life… which shall determine her fate…
or whether he’s able to spawn the passion
to inseminate life; but more importantly, compassion,
by nurturing with love to aide life’s blossom…
Sometimes I’m tempered like a gentle lake
who in her bounty, life partakes…
yet at times, I’m akin to the roughest sea
whom without his majesty, life would cease to be…
I’m a scale of what many gauge from bad to good
I am the sum of your thoughts; I am …
(Click below for riddle answer. . . I know everyone is going to get this one correct!!! lol
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March 5, 2009 at 7:20 pm · Filed under Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: cordieb, Desire, desires, goals, imagination, journey, Love, Paisley, passion, poem, Poetry, riddle, spiritual, spiritual riddle, Tobeme, wants
- Photo Courtesy of Dario*’s and is shared under a Creative Commons License
The following riddle was inspired by a dear friend and fellow blogger, Jodie who pens as Paisley , in her recent writing, entitled Life Shrinks and by fellow blogger and a man with much wisom, Mark (To Be Me), over at The Naked Soul in his recent article entitled, Take a Look at the Means to the End . Thanks for the inspiration friends!!!!
Come in, my love! Step into my parlor…
Allow me to paint you in technicolor…
My parlor is elegantly furnished in splendor fashion;
Whereas, I can transcend your deepest, passionate, passion
I will tantalize and dance with you throughout the night
All else will be placed on the back burner in my light
All goals will be reorganized for my sake
I may cause, love, happiness, jealousy, frustration, even heartbreak!
Most times until you capture me; or I you….
I will grow, I will infuse, I will magnify and brew
Yet sometimes as much as you crave my hot embrace
I simply dissipate from your thoughts–leave abruptly without a trace
And you shant even miss my crimson face…
It’s a funny thing that once I’m captured–once we converge
I’m reincarnated into another whimsical, soul stirring urge
Seems now you don’t find me as delightful as your mind imagined
Yet I’m still the same, wanting spirit that once pumped your adrenaline
As cold as Ice, as Hot as Fire……
(Guess who I am – click below)
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January 30, 2009 at 5:04 pm · Filed under Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Riddles, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: cordieb, darkness, life, Love, lover, memories, obsession, phantom, poem, Poetry, shadow, Spirituality, sunday scribblings
Photo Courtesy of Penny LamKK’s under a Creative Commons Licence
The following riddle was written in response to Sunday Scribblings poetry prompt #147, "Phantoms and Shadows "
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Obsessed, like a willowed Shadow . . .
Transparent, dark… illusive
Hovering over me throughout life
In the background, non obtrusive
Though I may try to escape beloved Shadow
He’s forever in my presence
Lucid, mirrored images of my being
Escape him. Never! He’s embedded in my essence
Phantom admirer, he is; cleverly turning every corner
As I hurriedly pace the streets of life,
In a vain attempt to evade his woe
Shadow follows with relentless, determined rife
Shadow remains dimmed in my mist…always at my heels
I make an abrupt turn onto a sunny, well lit block
He continues his quest; forever to my avail
As I glance back . . . our eyes meet in a passionate lock…
Darkness falls upon the horizon. Alas, I lay to rest. . .
Shadow dissipates, in an attempt to not be seen
But in the obsessive nature of his love
Shadow follows me into my dreams…..
Who is Shadow? (click below for riddle answer)
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