Category Archives: Poetry – Poems

Writing from the heart

living in love

light and darkness in constant conflict

fighting for a finite force inside a man

that weights who we are counting as human

animals have a heart too, can’t we have a better one?

building fences, digging trenches, owning ocean, lands, and potable water

where once it was free, delightfully refreshing putting in a bottle causing cancer. 

someone owns everything taking even from those who have nothing, such the way of life.

other’s gloat over their big enterprise while half of the planet eats mud to suffice hunger

such a way of life, bullying those who do differently, laughing at other’s mistakes forgotten they too have foul fart. Words leave a wound that scars for life, a soul will strive to rise, but eaten by his hatred inside. Societies can be so demeaning that causes a life to end. 

Others think differently, we do our own battles with different tactics some are born weak…

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Take it easy

Success Inspirers World

When things are hot,
Don’t be hot,
Take it easy;
When there is pressure
On you
Don’t add pressure on pressure,
Take it easy.

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Leap

I do hope the author of the nice blog Reflections on Existence does not mind having my mind having gone wild by the dramatic photo on her site, bringing up a lot of thoughts in my whirling head. Often having to go over the edge, seeing many people not knowing where to jump over the stones lying on their path to somewhere in the future, I wondered.

Many may

skip and plummet into the void

Chasing the edge of an

Expanding universe.

Our lives are not agonizingly static,  stationary bike

Tires ceaselessly, maddeningly, spinning

Going nowhere. {When Words Fail}

Many roads in this world may be full of pitfalls and weeds growing everywhere. It looks like many do not want to go in the woods any more because it looking to dark for them and to much overgrown.

People have become afraid of taking risks or to show their inner being, letting know others what they really think or how they really feel. Lots of people do think they have to go with the mainstream and have to be popular, following the popularism of the present society where some politicians try to bring fear over the population, to enlarge their power and to exclude others to enjoy some of the welfare they might have.

Instead of trying to build up their own strongly funded future, many do hope others can do such building for them. Though those do not create the good pastures and many of those politicians have planted harmful weeds in the fields, infecting the wild and domestic horses. As such them jumping over the wild waters will not always bring them in the safe fields or bring them to good grassland.

Let us hope more people will have their eyes opened, not blinded by the low hanging sun of misleading politicians. That they take the risk jumping over the wild streams, daring to hang over the now and then, the between here and there containing all the risk
man could ever bear but has to do it for his own security and better life.

It is in the silent breaths between the lines we craft,

The mysterious space where words fail,

That our deepest truths are told, {When Words Fail}

that we may recover our deepest self and become pure again by a brighter light than the human being ever can present, making the grass grow and giving oxygen to the world, us being free again to run wild and to enjoy the life Allah has in mind for us, where all overs of God can be together in peaceful surroundings, giving each-other energy and hope to continue spreading the Good News of a coming Kingdom that shall be better than any human kingdom or republic.

Let us therefore look for words that may bring our heart to life, stirring our depths, carrying on the whisper of our clean breath. {read: Bread}

 

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Reflections on Existence

a single moment

between here and there

contains all the risk

you could ever bear

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leap into the future,

the reality,

to co-create…

all possibilities.

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© M.G. Iannucci 2017

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The future is not out there somewhere. There is no predetermined path for you to walk. You co-create your own future along with all living beings and the Creator who holds it all in existence. Choose each step wisely and with courage. We are all on the journey together.

Photo: Thank you to Derrick Knight for the wonderful photo. You can visit his blog by clicking the link HERE.

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Friday’s Quick Picks/Poem: Offerings

Today’s poem is by Cynthia Guenther Richardson, a retired addictions/mental health counsellor and also a manager of home care services for elderly folks, who has worked in the field of human services for thirty years. She believes that language can illuminate, even renew life. She lets nature guides her in enrichment of body, mind and soul.
Seeking serenity is a way of life for her, a nourishment she cannot live well without. She writes

It may have been intensified by troublesome times as a child and young adult but it has nonetheless been a natural impulse as long as I can remember. In any case, it is a powerful key to a kind of magic guidebook for living richly. Why wouldn’t I use it all the time? {A Master Key to Contentment}

In her texts she might ask us to come to see order in the messy jumble of life, and renewed creation stirring in the design of every universal interaction.

Like pebbles tossed into water, nature’s actions and reactions are a demonstration of exquisite unity and symbiosis. And in human connections–slight as a fast second on the street or ongoing as a long partnership – there are various manifestations of energy exchanged, networks of coexistence revealed. {A Master Key to Contentment}

When looking at life she recognises

It’s a numinous life we are born with and into, and its mystical ways seem to me at once ordinary and exotic. All we have to do is turn around to see evidence of a stupendous wisdom. Deep beauty. Even when there is tragedy to throw us off. Even when there is rancorous pain that wars with a need for kind relief. {A Master Key to Contentment}

That is what we ask our readers, to look around them, to see the beauty of nature and if they would not mind even come to see the Hand behind it all, coming to see the Mighty Power of the Divine Creator.

In the midst of the odd wilderness of humanness we may look at man in that huge universe, a world which can fill us with so many things are can let us feel so small.

For today’s writer

Thirst fills me
with a hunger
for small exquisites
which do not rend
the hearts of humans
nor our collective body.
Let me savor any common psalm
to goodness this world has made,
follow paths of ubiquitous light,
stay the cynic for a moment of wonder
so we may wield our will to spare its virtue. {Friday’s Passing Fancies/Poem: Goodness of this World}

Goodness of this World – Photo by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

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Preceding articles

Here and Now

The natural beauties of life

Looking at Autumn

Sensitive trees for insensitive man

Showing the beauties of nature

Winter and Spring wonders of nature showing the Master’s Hand

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Additional reading

  1. Human beings and creation
  2. Taking care of mother earth
  3. Tu B’Shvat, the holiday of the trees
  4. Time to consider how to care for our common home
  5. The Presence of God

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Further reading

  1. Thoughts about Gates
  2. An Alien World #2
  3. Magical Sun Pillar
  4. Land of Lilliput
  5. Night’s Innocence
  6. I Just Know There’s One In This Group Asking ‘Are We There Yet?’
  7. Remember When…
  8. Heaven on earth
  9. Perspectives in Immersion and Reality

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Tales for Life

walking-again-001 Photos by Cynthia Guenther Richardson

The tenor of life may seem
to be thin, reedy, misaligned,
a shriek, a gasp amid muted din,
sudden ruptures in connection
that will not relay joy. Yet here
we remain, humans among all others,

with myriad moments and settings
for mystery and mindfulness
to release a sweep of harmony.
I say Peace, my soul, be well moved
and please may peace follow
you and you and more than you.

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Saying No

Abandoned Roost

Sometimes I feel like I am being a fool.

They ask for my help more than a tutor.

I often feel very used by them.

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Don’t they even think of the computer?

Sometimes that’s all it takes for the answer.

They ask for my help more than a tutor.

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Some grades need a legit necromancer.

I am beginning to refuse requests.

Don’t they even think of the computer?

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It is often hard to find an egress.

So I say no in person and by text.

I am beginning to refuse requests.

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This necromancer hopes no one can hex.

Alone, the emotional drain is tough.

So I say no in person and by text.

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I just have to stand my ground and act buff.

Sometimes I feel like I am being a fool.

Alone, the emotional drain is tough.

I often feel very used by them.

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A #Prayer for #Peace

Today’s guest, Morgan, is a woman who hopes for a bright tomorrow, whilst she looks with dreams unfurled. She was asked by her pastor to compose a prayer for peace for an evening vespers service her church is holding tonight before the election.

She says she

was so moved by what I was led to write, I simply had to share it.

On her site you may find very beautiful photographs accompanying her very nice poetic language. When listening to language it is important to come to feel straight ahead some magic combination that stirs the heart, mind and spirit and can let us linger away.

God has given us different talents and when we can use it in His honour they even come out to the better. Each word we say, each word we use in the end shall be accounted for by the Most High. We also should try to use our words to make our own prayers and the one Morgan made we love to share with you, our readers and do hope they can bring you and us to a moment of divine inspiration and fire of tranquillity and peace,so that we can hear the Most High Voice, to inspire us more.

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Inner Peace

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Gracious Heavenly Father
Quiet our thoughts so they may Center on You.
You who Knows every beat of our Hearts,
Every Breath we take.
Hush our chaos for Your Love’s Sake
And Speak in a voice Soft and Clear;
Holy Whisperings that drive away fear.

Spirit of Peace, Bless the Weary Heart,
The Sorrowful Traveler,
The Lost and Lonely Soul.
Generous Love, Reach down from on High
To Caress with Tenderness when fear tries to pervade.
Trusting Joy, return like a River of Loving Light
To Reign in Triumph in our Hearts.
Lord of Love, Fill us in Blessed Renewal
Giving us Strength to walk in Abundant Hope.

Blessed Spirit of Life and Breath,
Creator before the foundation of the world,
Master Artist of the Universal Mystery,
You are All in All in All.
Eternal Word of Life,
Giver of Wisdom and Unfathomable Peace,
Guide us to Understand Truth…

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A look at the Poet’s corner’s grief basket

(Sculpture) "Grief.", by Centennial ...

(Sculpture) “Grief.”, by Centennial Photographic Co. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

We have taken the liberty to look at the Poet’s Corner which was started to help poets showcase their own poems. It is a place of musings and word-play we can recommend.

Over there you may find

In times of grief by Harry, submitted by Jim Mowatt where we are reminded that in time of grief when we loose someone

Words are all we have to ease our pain
These are dark days and we
Are in a place we don’t want to be
Wishing we could be somewhere else instead
In a field of green
In a valley by a stream

Not many see that there is a Provider Who created a huge valley full of living water. though when we loose some one loved he or she shall stay in our heart and his or her name and memories will be deeply engraved in our heart.

You’ve got to be strong
You want to be with
You want to hold on
To your loved one
In a field of green.

Peter Notehelfer talking about ‘Grief’ tells us PattyMara Gourley fineartamerica.com

Grief is standing
outside the locked gates of Eden
in the face of an angel with a flaming sword
who prevents us from entering again
the innocence of a love
that once was

More than once taken by grief we always have to continue and try to be stronger than that what is smothering our heart. Dave Kavanagh, who looks at he story of Ireland’s only indigenous people and a tragedy that took ten lives but made no difference to the contempt with which they are held, therefore calls us to Move on

Light burns dark eyes.
wrapped between breast and blanket.
A heartbeat echoes every step travelled.
Walking, stretch and yaw of creaking harness.

Tears, screams, disbelief. Grief.
Angels taken from the world.
Empty words. Rhetoric, leaders speak.
Sympathy stretches to the next blocked gate.
The next protest, the next broken stare.
Are we human now?

Standing in this world we might hear the wind breeze. Morgan hearing it and saying to us

whisper

Photograph found at HDQwide.com. Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.

The Whispers of the Breeze
Speaks Silence to my Heart,
In Shades of Indigo Brilliance
And Bright Luminous Mists of Tranquil Blue,

Speaking of Sweet Mystery,
Uttering Paradoxes, Timeless and True.
Unfettered upon this Whisper of Air,
Unchained from Grief, from Doubt, from Despair,
Into the Realms of Pearlescent Dreams,
Glittering Incomprehensibility Streams. {The Whisper of the Breeze}

In order that you and I would never pay what we deserved to pay, so many centuries ago there was that man who was willing not to fulfil his own will but to do the Will of his heavenly Father, and to offer himself as a Lamb. Thanks to God willing to accept this ransom offer we now can over-win all that pain, suffering and even death.

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Ruth having reason to grief

Our existence..

Facing our existence every day

Facing daily events and exclaiming “Good grief!”

Reminding myself!!

Are you right down in the dumps? Stop digging!

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Our existence..

Pen Pals


The road that once used to be grey
Now glowed in its chilly white
As I ambled ahead on the snowy evening
My engraved footsteps, were left behind

All that it took
Was a gust of wind
To blow them off, erase my trace
Seeming so, they had ever existed

And then I wondered,
is that how little I mean
In this world so huge,
With all that I’ve never seen
So small, yet ours truly prideful
Existence, that we cherish so much
So lets better make it worthwhile!

– Divisha Rastogi 🙂

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Let me through- ReFuGe

Today’s thought comes from Divisha Rastogi who completed

an awesome existence of 16 years on 19th march,2016 {Pen Pals…You and me make a better world. – about}

who resides in a small town of north India, Faizabad.

From her sunny country she looks at what horrible things this world overcome.

Screams an cries the throats are dry
On parched ground you lay
Agony and pain, what did you gain?
Ad that war stretched by the day
Realise your worst fears as the end comes near
Your last breath’s a sigh
Regret or relief, what do you believe?
Is the fight worthwhile? {Is the war worthwhile?}

Living in that world she is also fully aware that

When things go wrong,

As they often will

we do have to

Keep holding on, to your strong will.

If life’s headed south, things will eventually turn north again,

Because the world is round my friend

What goes around, comes back around. {When things head south}

It is now already for some years that we do have a worldwide crisis of people fleeing the terror of war. Added to them shall even come more people fleeing the draught and consequences of climate change. The West seeing desperate people thinking they might find heaven on earth in the capitalist Western Europe.

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Let me through, will you?
For I seek refuge
Just for my child, some food and bed
I think I see a light ahead
Across the bars,
In someplace far
The vision is distant
But I do dream
Help me, will you please?
Urge, for my brother’s release
I seek asylum
For I am distraught
It isn’t done as easy as said
But I think i see a light ahead.

Beyond the Fence .

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