Poems by Iris Elizabeth Sankey-Lewis

Poems by IrIS ElIzAbETh SANkEy-lEwIS

When Blues or Boredom Strikes

Take a snooze and wake up Saying yes to actions of worth, Fresh your mind at ease Your walk brisk with exercise, Be kind to you and someone else Read the Bible and Oprah Magazine, Or simply read, write, or hum a tune. Think things through with visualization Rather than working at them randomly. Pennies saved are pennies earned For family, friends, strangers, and you. Listen to your body when eating So as to stay clear of uncomfortable gorging. Find you soft-spoken folks They’ll make you want for more of Their soothing voice. Get in touch with family, friends, or acquaintances By phone or cards just because. Be at peace with you and me And see laughter as aphrodisiac.

Did You Know

Did you know? Thoughts you hold Can make you strong Or steer you wrong? Did you know? That in your hand Is a magic wand? To wake up your world With joy and wonder? Do you pray? With the rising sun Or do you chase the North Wind That blows things asunder? Have you weighed The weight of things You need? For your Measure becomes your treasure. Did you know? You’re like a decorated door Created with your own key? See to it!

Ode to Freedom

Nelson Mandela while imprisoned Basked in spiritual freedom. Our mind, rich in untold wealth Beckons us to partake, With thinking and spiritual awakening, How gratifying changing the way We look at things. True freedom is a gift we tend to abuse Like responsibilities attached. Don’t drop the gift, Freedom is a state of mind.

To Be Inspired

To be inspired To let silence lead the way As you see sights Within and out Of yesterday Of yesteryears, You’ll hear in any atmosphere Your conscience clear You’ll feel what triggers glee, Look at life’s flow of beauty In spaces undisguised.

Silence #1

I never knew silence with such power Until love of writing clearly spoke; It shed new light on many things, Like fresh scent of silence permeating Where I hear it serenading like stress-slayer.

What Fifty Said

When I was young I owned the world. I walked half-dressed in winter’s cold. I suffered like mercury crushed. I went forth too numb to learn to touch.

Now I am old and the world is young. What can’t be relived must be newly sprung. I strain at lessons fit for medication I go to school to wake to attention.