Your suffering for naught As it is taken up and brandished As a unique identity, As a distinguished honour. Glamorized anguish, Narcissism posturing as tragedy. Debilitating sadness is only beautiful To those for whom it is foreign.
Category: Miscellaneous
Poem 4_ stanza
Stanza poem 4 A day: A day Simple and similar Until my heart broke A day Turned sad My heart took A day That never changed It was the same A day I wanted to die I cried & cried A day I don’t want…
Poem 5
My eyes are light blue My hair is brown I never thought I was pretty Until now.
Change Indeed
On one hand nine years feels like yesterday on the other it seems as if a lifetime has passed Up with hope!! Bring on the change. I had no idea changing involved so much pain. I felt personally responsible…
A Cheer For Me
God bless me & keep me& blanket my life that my journey is infused with less wrong & more right Give me the wisdom to be honest enough to see that sometimes my own thinking is an enemy to me Thank you for giving me…
Learning 11 AM
11 AM POEM Learning, not for the first time and it won’t be the last. Holding onto to energy and being glued to the words. Concentration on the here and now not future or past. Looking for creation that may be absurd Listening to…
Get yourself sorted, as they say in the UK (palace of justice 4)
Sorting it out (palace of justice 4) this was fair this was not fair this was fair this was not fair this was fair this was not fair this was fair this was not fair this was fair this was not fair this…
“Five – Poetry. Carrying On”
Five centuries ago, there was no Bill Shakespeare. Cervantes. No Voltaire. Moliere. Chaz Dickens hadn’t breathed and Ariel had not left Shelley’s corpse in Leghorn Bay. Lord Byron’s foot was not the club, his will, stomping jealousy into the fair. Elizabeth and Robert weren’t…
Open the Book
Open the book and read stories of adventure and of stillness of seeing the world and of knowing one intimate space Open the book and read how it all began with a whisper in the child’s ear Open the book and read words arranged into…
Signs and Symbols (poem 4)
The map is not your body: Our functions are not linear; our tangents derived from simple meanings — a sign or symbol, Greek or Arabic. The map is not your body: We cannot solve ourselves, but where we intersect, I am integral. You are my…