Short Unsolicited Advice on Writing Poetry write long poems on short days short poems on long days you don’t need a drummer but you do need rhythm avoid melodrama your head cannot explode all the time, there is uncharted territory between ecstasy and despair look after your images they should splash like cold water […]
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Maybe it was protected,
By the defence mechanism it had devised.
Or maybe it wasn’t protected,
And just grew ill advised.
Every time the train thunders past,
It wilts with all it’s might
It’s not surrender, it’s not defeat,
This is just how it knows to fight.
Did the train and the tracks,
Rattle up it’s insides?
And did the generated gust of wind,
Drown it in it’s tides?
Don’t wilt so much, stand your ground.
Said all the shrubs beside it
It said it’d try, but it never could.
It’s inherent nature denied it.
It’s a thing to wonder.
A conclusion I cannot reach.
Maybe that’s the thing to learn here.
That’s the thing to teach.
Does the mimosa keep wilting
For it is courage, that it lacks?
Or is it just the bravest thing in the world?
For growing by the tracks?
Rudra Vaidya
Genres: Life, Courage, Philosophy, Never-give-up, Hope, Uniqueness
the tv has been cruel to me lately,
with more and more bad news
about the numberless souls
who have departed
in droves
in torrents
leaving behind a deluge
of grief
and sorrow
Pushing the living
into an abyss of indescribable despair
….forcing the marriage of engaged thoughts
I don’t know what to do
and I feel guilty
because I’m overwhelmed
by having to stay indoors
bored and even more bored
and slightly anxious about the future
while I protect my heart
from the pain that hovers
just outside
my window
I’ve pulled,
I’ve held,
I’ve been the lead.
With no vices,
and no dices,
Benevolence, I bleed.
For I need no bling,
as I am no king.
For I break and make,
and weave worthy kings!
Call me right hand,
Call me hidden hand,
But I am powerful ‘The Hand’
As I foresee,
and I fore-plan,
But the crown never do I land.
As I was a king
not long way back,
Best and Just of all
that I must add.
So I know a king has his might,
with a lot of knights by his side.
But a Maker, I am ‘The Bright’
with unique sight working day-night.
As I want no throne,
I want no peak,
So I stepped aside,
my worth, I seek.
As why be selfish
and be the only great one?
As I can make many great kings
when I’ll be through and done!
For I give wings to many other,
And I am no king
But a KingMaker.
#TheHealingArtOfPoetry
Monday Morning Musings of a Healing Arts Practitioner.
Where do we go from here?
As talk now turns to what we do next.
We cannot help but ponder what is best.
Ease up the restrictions too early to boost the economy?
Or “grit and bear it” for the sake of humanity?
Where do we go from here?
Never has strong, effective leadership mattered more.
History will not be kind to those leaders who see it as a chore.
We will remember the leaders who showed courage and decency.
We will hold to account, with contempt, the leaders who fail to perform their duties effectively.
Where do we go from here?
Who knows for sure?
We are, to use a cliche that will forever be associated with covid-19, in unprecedented times.
Where do we go from here? Living better, humble, fulfilled and dignified lives.
Nichole McIntosh FRSA
I’m not so acquainted with the language of love,
So when you went off topic, you lost me
I fell,
Fell in love,
Fell for you
But worst off,
Lost my eyes in yours,
Not so sure yours in mine!
It’s like I gave myself,
Gave myself up,
Gave myself to you,
Not so sure what I wanted in return,
Not knowing it should be a mutual feeling,
That I was to get something in return
I became selfless,
Selfless to a point of losing self,
Losing self to the selflessness I had inflicted on self
Or maybe losing self to you,
You and the trust I gave,
Trust that you couldn’t let self go,
Trust that you’d hold on tight,
Trust that you’d know how to take care of self
Trust that I’d never thought you’d break
Countless times I had to convince,
Convince myself that I was on script,
Convince myself I had everything under control,
Convince myself that I deserved the cold
Convince myself that “the hand that giveth is the hand that receiveth”
And all for what?
Maybe all I need to do is get up,
Dust myself of the fall,
Teach myself that I am worth,
Worth fighting for,
Worth more
And that you went off,
Off topic,
Off script,
You should have stuck to the script,
Stuck to your own lane
And that I was just lost,
Yet to be found,
Found by anyone who accidentally passed by the lost and founds,
Anyone better than you,
Anyone but you!
Anyone would be better than you!
