I write, Because one day, When I will be too old to write, Or decide to take some different path, When my voice will be too frail to hear, When words will fail me and&…
Source: Why I Write? – Afflatus
I write, Because one day, When I will be too old to write, Or decide to take some different path, When my voice will be too frail to hear, When words will fail me and&…
Source: Why I Write? – Afflatus
“Darkness came, full of moths and beetles. I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass. Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep.”- Laurie Lee
Night’s ink spills into my haunted garden
while torchlights flicker in the anxious wind
I sit alone sipping a glass of wine, listening
to rasping cries of lonesome crickets calling
I ponder what brought them and I to this ‘in limbo’ fate
of being forever alone yet not, crooning a mournful song
Emptiness echoes in the silence and sends my soul drifting
dreaming of you again falling in fragrant petals, and so I sleep
The afternoon train ride, reminds me of the young boys and girls who are victims of abuse and violence. Once again, my heart bleeds and my words came pouring down.
Mama, I Remembered
I was young and innocent
didn’t know what’s goin’ on
but i heard him call you a whore
for wearing nice dress on a party
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered
I was playful and michievous
and always gets myself in trouble
but i heard him blame you for that
you were useless, he said
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered
I came home from school one day
you were knocked out crying on the floor
and i heard him say that’s what you get
for being arrogant and trying to fight back
I kept my silence
but, mama i remembered
I never understood why
why you never run away let alone
fight…
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the love
that dances
in her eyes
my ballerina
of light
I realize
dances across
my unbroken heart
to the rhythm
of my soul
Sun kissed Day beaming, Radiantly Thoughts of You the amusing time Shared You teasing my Skin smiling radiantly Desiring Cover finding Rest Awaken by a Storm drifting… Yonnie💜 InHisCare 🙏…
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They say,
whoever they are,
that beauty is in the
eye of the beholder,
perhaps that is true,
or that beauty lies within,
even so,
beauty without action is hollow,
eyes and ears are easily captivated
while the heart alone is melted
by the self-giving of compassion.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
“Most government is by the rich for the rich. Government comprises a large part of the organized injustice in any society, ancient or modern. Civil government, insofar as it is instituted for the security of property, is in reality instituted for the defence of the rich against the poor, and for the defence of those who have property against those who have none.”
Adam Smith, economist, author
The universe is waiting for us
To do something to right the situation
The ice in the polar caps is melting and yet
Nothing concrete is being done to eradicate
All the harmfulpractices which are doing the damage
Hope that we get the news soon that the governments of the world
Have united to put to end all that is causing the environmental pollution
And disturbing the eco-system to go out of balance and causing
The global warming and effecting the seasons all around
Can we hope?
In response to the following prompts;
Your daily word prompt;
FOWC;
RDP;
Word of the day challenge;
#keepitalive
#fowc
#rdp
” She stood breast-high amid the corn
Clasped by the golden light of morn,
Like the sweetheart of the sun,
Who many a glowing kiss had won.”
~ Thomas Hood
Text & image source: Jana Eid https://www.facebook.com/jana.eid
I think of all things that show a zest
For life, the dandelion beats the rest.
The little winged seeds from its white fluff ball
Settle and grow with no urging at all.
Settle in most unlikely places
And soon there’s a crop of dandelion faces.
They are man’s worst pest, but a child’s playthings.
Sometimes I wish I had light down wings
Like a dandelion seed, and could settle at will
On a velvety lawn or a sun-spread hill,
And live with the eagerness and zest
Of the wanton little dandelion pest.
-MARY TRIPLETT
Artist Alla Tsank
Text & image source: Snowwolf’s Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/