Tag: Inspirational

MY BEAUTIFUL CIRCUMSTANCES, Poetry by Takudzwa Mudiwa

“For the longest time I was taught
Certain shadows should stay in the darkness.
I have spent far too long trying to make sense of what this is, trying to merge the pieces together trying to love my circumstances.
I have realised I am the closest thing to nature.
The sun absorbs me and becomes darkness, you look up at me in cold breeze and get lost in my stars.
Constellations weaving together revealing my ancestors.

Genre: Motivational and Inspirational

MY BEAUTIFUL CIRCUMSTANCES
by Takudzwa Mudiwa

“For the longest time I was taught
Certain shadows should stay in the darkness.
I have spent far too long trying to make sense of what this is, trying to merge the pieces together trying to love my circumstances.
I have realised I am the closest thing to nature.
The sun absorbs me and becomes darkness, you look up at me in cold breeze and get lost in my stars.
Constellations weaving together revealing my ancestors.

I have began to believe that whenever a shooting star happens it’s my people celebrating – singing of high praises and sweet goodbyes.
You are yesterday’s “I got through it”
Today’s “sunset”
Tomorrow’s “sunrise”
Ten years ago you were the apology.
At this moment in time you are thunder and lighting.

You have not done all this inhaling and exhaling to be timid. You are the night sky and everything in it. The victory within your skin is a melody. An arrangement of notes that only a whole orchestra full of rich heavy brass tones fighting with the whisper of a trembling harp could fathom.

Why tame our feathers when we can fly.
Expanding our wings so they are as big as our dreams.

There’s no need to apologise because I have found comfort within the shadows.
And years ago what looked like a flicker is now an explosion.

I have reveled in the shade and all it’s spirits I have danced on tiptoes with them till the early mornings – hid them in between my ribcage.
Letting them savage every bit of my heart that’s left until my lungs were crying out with mercy, until they had came way too familiar with the loss of air.

Here I am now

I have spent far too long sitting outside the door, collecting my fears and storing them beneath the welcome mat.

Well I am dusting my feet off, leave the door behind me open. I have no fear.

There I will speak it into existence,
Until I can watch from a distance a whole house full of regrets collapse”

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M.E. – JUST CUT AND PASTE….., Poetry by Bill Clayton

Hair’s a mess, can’t get dressed
Can I shower, that’s the test
Done Ok, the shoes are on
Now where the hell’s my energy gone?
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Genre: Motivational, Inspirational

M.E. – JUST CUT AND PASTE…..
by Bill Clayton

Hair’s a mess, can’t get dressed
Can I shower, that’s the test
Done Ok, the shoes are on
Now where the hell’s my energy gone?
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Can’t get the hang of doing nowt
Want to do, wanna go out
Every day just the same
Precious life going down the drain
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Made a plan, things to do
Gotta get out, meet with you
Head’s a traffic jam again
Cones are out, no working men
Brain’s just stuck in bottom gear
No way I’m leaving here
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Another day down the drain
Another day, lots of pain
Shakes like hell, couldn’t yell
Could hardly even speak
Words not there, people stare
Me feeling like a freak
Legs like stone, feel so alone
Need to be safe back at home
Another day has been a waste
Another day just cut and paste.

Politicians do your sums
We’re not a load of idle bums
Don’t just stand and bang your gums
Don’t just cut and paste

ME won’t let us live
For that sin I won’t forgive
It gives a little, takes a lot
But beware our souls can’t be bought
My inner strength will work tenfold
To leave M.E out in the cold
To this Illness I will lay waste
Spread the word……
Just cut and paste…..

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Stronger, Poetry by Dawn M. Simpson

The mother bird tended to her young with great pride.
She knew they would not always be by her side.
She tried to teach them with love in her heart,
The day soon came for them to part.
And then the mother bird looked at her empty nest.

Genre: Inspirational, Motivational, Nature

Stronger
by Dawn M. Simpson

The mother bird tended to her young with great pride.
She knew they would not always be by her side.
She tried to teach them with love in her heart,
The day soon came for them to part.
And then the mother bird looked at her empty nest.
She did her best
To fight back the tears,
As she thought about all the past years.
With uncertainty she asked “Who am I?”.
She stared across the vast blue sky.
And with the strong wings that she had earned,
With the fire in her soul that still burned,
She flapped her wings and began to fly.
To chase her own dreams until the day she died.
She felt the wind that lifted her wings,
The feeling that only true peace can bring.
She had flown full circle in her life,
Sometimes being full of strife.
But she knew who she was again.
And as she looked down on the earth beneath her,
She soared higher than an eagle.
Stronger than ever.

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Def’s Poetry Pt. 1, Poetry by Def P The MC

Last night I had a dream of a round table discussion
Two people asked in unison, why is the world suffering
I looked to my right and said I don’t know Dr. King
The world is kinda crazy and I know you had a dream
Of equality and liberty but why’d you have to leave
See, black people needed you, we needed to believe
We needed our hero, we needed our voice

Genre: Inspirational, Motivational, Life, Dreams

Def’s Poetry Pt. 1
by Def P The MC

Last night I had a dream of a round table discussion
Two people asked in unison, why is the world suffering
I looked to my right and said I don’t know Dr. King
The world is kinda crazy and I know you had a dream
Of equality and liberty but why’d you have to leave
See, black people needed you, we needed to believe
We needed our hero, we needed our voice
And with brothers killing brothers how in the world can we rejoice
Everytime I cut the news on there’s another death in Cleveland
And we all know when it comes to murder there’s never a good enough reason
So why are we suffering Dr. King, just take a listen
To the pain in people’s voices through the words I’m out here spitting
Civil Rights was just another very false premonition
And even though our president’s black, I bet the next one isn’t
And that’s not a prediction it’s a well known fact
But see I’m always nonviolent Dr. King, you taught me that

But what about the people man, why all the corruption
I don’t know Mr. Marley, that’s another good discussion
Greed is a disease that everyone’s affected by
And I hope that when I leave the world the message I leave behind
Is one of generosity and one of being free
See I’d give my last ten dollars to a homeless man on the street
Just so he can have a drink and if he wants to eat
He can go to Burger King and get a whopper, with cheese (haha)
But that’s just me, always nice, always smiling
Always giving, never taking, always hurt but never crying
Mr. Marley you taught me one love, one heart
I’m only 20 years old but I’ve been jamming from the start
Rehearsing my lines so that I can play my part
Call me the next Einstein because I’m playing it smart

Playing it smart? You’ve got to be joking
You dropped out of college to make music and started smoking
What kind of move is that, what can you achieve with this “rap”
And did you forget about those student loans you need to pay back?
Look man, I understand you need to follow your dreams
But this has been you’re dream since you turned 16
And not a single thing has happened, why do you still believe?
I turn to my conscience and say “Well you see,
I believe in the dream because the dream believes in me.
I could never sell my soul there’s a piece in every beat.
And about the student loans, they’ll get it when I’m ready.
So what if I smoke and my build is kinda hefty.
See I love to make music but it’s not just for me,
It’s for the person in the crowd who wants follow their dream.
For the heartbroken person trying hard to be happy
While the one that you love is treating you like a lackey.
I’m not attacking I’m saying that as people we need to rise
And stop being so discouraged by these negative lies.
You’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you’re beautiful, you too
So stop listening to the lies and just do what you do.”

Last night I had a dream, better yet, had an epiphany
To promote peace, give back and love life endlessly

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