We had one homeless man
Round our way
I told him about what I did
Where to go
Gave him a number
He said he knew all that
Had seen all that
Been all that
Said it was safer here
In the church porchway
And I have to admit
We didn't do everyone
a lot of favours,
Like I remembered the lad
Who came with his foster-mum
Said he really wanted a place
True, he didn't have many options
We were probably better than nothing
But I still kinda knew where this was heading
And still it broke my heart to see him
Two years later
A tougher tougher cookie
With a kid
With a habit
With bruises
With the Hardness
Ok, so I said to this guy
'Is there anything you need then?'
He said 'Yeah, it's fucking freezing out here'
So I went home and fetched him
My arctic sleeping bag
Was grubby, but he'd seen worse
I thought he would turn his nose up really
But he didn't
he took it,
And used it for a couple of years
Whenever I saw him I kind of smiled
Like he was the poshest man-on-the-street
Sleeping in more affluent doorways
With a proper mountaineer's bag
When I talked to him I counted all the badges on his hat
They were from everywhere
He must have been everywhere
Yet he settled safest round our way.
Round here it's polite
Not many are going to give you a kicking
In a church porchway
That's why I live here
Anyway, after a couple more years
He was just gone
He was old, 60 / 70?
Maybe he simply died
And I doubt there were many
At his funeral
Makes you think though
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
We had one homeless man
Round our way
I told him about what I did
Where to go
Gave him a number
He said he knew all that
Had seen all that
Been all that
Said it was safer here
In the church porchway
And I have to admit
We didn't do everyone
a lot of favours,
Like I remembered the lad
Who came with his foster-mum
Said he really wanted a place
True, he didn't have many options
We were probably better than nothing
But I still kinda knew where this was heading
And still it broke my heart to see him
Two years later
A tougher tougher cookie
With a kid
With a habit
With bruises
With the Hardness
Ok, so I said to this guy
'Is there anything you need then?'
He said 'Yeah, it's fucking freezing out here'
So I went home and fetched him
My arctic sleeping bag
Was grubby, but he'd seen worse
I thought he would turn his nose up really
But he didn't
he took it,
And used it for a couple of years
Whenever I saw him I kind of smiled
Like he was the poshest man-on-the-street
Sleeping in more affluent doorways
With a proper mountaineer's bag
When I talked to him I counted all the badges on his hat
They were from everywhere
He must have been everywhere
Yet he settled safest round our way.
Round here it's polite
Not many are going to give you a kicking
In a church porchway
That's why I live here
Anyway, after a couple more years
He was just gone
He was old, 60 / 70?
Maybe he simply died
And I doubt there were many
At his funeral
Makes you think though
We had one homeless man
Round our way
I told him about what I did
Where to go
Gave him a number
He said he knew all that
Had seen all that
Been all that
Said it was safer here
In the church porchway
And I have to admit
We didn't do everyone
a lot of favours,
Like I remembered the lad
Who came with his foster-mum
Said he really wanted a place
True, he didn't have many options
We were probably better than nothing
But I still kinda knew where this was heading
And still it broke my heart to see him
Two years later
A tougher tougher cookie
With a kid
With a habit
With bruises
With the Hardness
Ok, so I said to this guy
'Is there anything you need then?'
He said 'Yeah, it's fucking freezing out here'
So I went home and fetched him
My arctic sleeping bag
Was grubby, but he'd seen worse
I thought he would turn his nose up really
But he didn't
he took it,
And used it for a couple of years
Whenever I saw him I kind of smiled
Like he was the poshest man-on-the-street
Sleeping in more affluent doorways
With a proper mountaineer's bag
When I talked to him I counted all the badges on his hat
They were from everywhere
He must have been everywhere
Yet he settled safest round our way.
Round here it's polite
Not many are going to give you a kicking
In a church porchway
That's why I live here
Anyway, after a couple more years
He was just gone
He was old, 60 / 70?
Maybe he simply died
And I doubt there were many
At his funeral
Makes you think though
thank you tremors
for the story
and for helping
the old man
karma...you're on the good side
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Driving down
the road
on a hot summer's
day
My daughter and I
came across
A bearded thirty-something
On a remote corner
About 10 years back
He was dirty and scruffy
and his old army clothes
were in shambles
He held a cardboard sign
said
"Will work for food"
We were headed to
the pizzeria
to get sandwiches anyway
So we picked him up
a hoagie..a big one
Italian..with all
the trimmings
We were happy
to be able to
feed this man
We felt good
about ourselves
When we reached
that corner again
We stopped...
offered him the meal
He asked
"Do you have work for me?"
we said no
we didn't
but please take
the food anyway
we have already
gotten it for you
its for you
He refused
adamantly refused
he would not
take anything
for naught
we left him
there
on that corner
no food
no work
hungry
but his pride
intact
i suppose
thinking back to
that day
i wish we would have
said..
ok then we'll
give you some
work
raking the yard
walking the dog
anything
so the man
could eat
and keep his
self-worth
at the same time
What's done is
done
I know
But to turn back
time
change
the tide
Could it
have made
a difference?
We'll never
know
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Eddie has always been a driving force and now he symbolizes the freedom I have regained, the love of my family who took care of me most especially JB, and the new me that was born from that trauma.
His smiling face means the world to me.
I know each time I see it that I am a very lucky girl
You explain a lot. Was very moving reading that - this bit I could apply to myself equally
Ed has saved
our souls
time and
time again
i know
this
to be
true
he might
cringe
feeling
too much
has been
put upon
his shoulders
i wish
he wouldn't
its not upon
his shoulders
our lives
are not
his responsibility
but he
has made us
whole
made us
made me
sane
again
that's
a matter
of opinion
that sanity
but if
not for
Ed
there would
be no
debate
i am not
on his
shoulders
he is
my
savior
i owe
him
everything
in that
he owes
me nothing
but a
song
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
I know I've
posted this before
But I feel its appropriate
right now:
I listen at night with my eyes closed
Sometimes tears flow
as old scars burst open
and deadened wounds
climb back up to the surface,
demanding to be heard once again.
Another lesson learned,
and healed once more.
But many, many
countless more times,
with a pureness in my heart,
a smile on my face,
and contentment in my soul,
as your words and music
take me to a place
of complete understanding,
love and acceptance.
Whatever I feel,
it’s real,
always incredibly real.
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Do you remember the day we graduated?
You and I walking arm in arm,
Hand in hand
Giddy on success and futures
And how I'd bought that baguette and a veggie-pie
And when we passed the guy on the corner he said
"You got anything to eat there mate?"
So I felt real pleased and broke off three quarters of my baguette
But he said 'No thanks mate - I hate bread. I couldn't have your pie could I?'
Remember how I always said I wished I'd turned to him
and said 'Beggars can't be choosers!'
But I never did
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Do you remember the day we graduated?
You and I walking arm in arm,
Hand in hand
Giddy on success and futures
And how I'd bought that baguette and a veggie-pie
And when we passed the guy on the corner he said
"You got anything to eat there mate?"
So I felt real pleased and broke off three quarters of my baguette
But he said 'No thanks mate - I hate bread. I couldn't have your pie could I?'
Remember how I always said I wished I'd turned to him
and said 'Beggars can't be choosers!'
But I never did
My Mama always said "Beggars can't be choosers", I find myself doing the same
I like the old sayings like that and pull them out often,
no argument to them they just are,
they are good cause they are true, tried and true
veggie pie and baguette sounds awesome, and who hates bread? It is my most favorite food
Lets think of some more tried and true sayings......
I say a horse a piece to my kids and they look at me weird
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
You loved black
Whilst I clung to oceans
You were in alive
Whilst I was living once, garden
We were barely standing on a bridge
Whilst the world collapsed around us
Crumbled; everything that wasn’t nailed down
Was spinning up to hit us in the face
But we had contact
We had solid ground (& earthed)
And we had touch
Now it’s me that treasures black
Whilst you just discover faithful
It is to me to update you
When you used to hardly miss a trick
There’s something
About a guide
Something about communication
Something about not collapsing
(too young people)
Under the heaviness
Of our circumstances
I really wish I’d never had to grow up like that.....
There’s something about a mentor
A lot about a voice
And for me isolation
And for you
We really could have drowned you know
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You loved black
Whilst I clung to oceans
You were in alive
Whilst I was living once, garden
We were barely standing on a bridge
Whilst the world collapsed around us
Crumbled; everything that wasn’t nailed down
Was spinning up to hit us in the face
But we had contact
We had solid ground (& earthed)
And we had touch
Now it’s me that treasures black
Whilst you just discover faithful
It is to me to update you
When you used to hardly miss a trick
There’s something
About a guide
Something about communication
Something about not collapsing
(too young people)
Under the heaviness
Of our circumstances
I really wish I’d never had to grow up like that.....
There’s something about a mentor
A lot about a voice
And for me isolation
And for you
We really could have drowned you know
i think we really could have too
all of us
you always make me think
more..you make me feel
thank you for that
once again
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Something about not collapsing
(too young people)
Under the heaviness
Of our circumstances
I really wish I’d never had to grow up like that.....
There’s something about a mentor
A lot about a voice
And for me isolation
And for you
We really could have drowned you know
i think we really could have too
all of us
you always make me think
more..you make me feel
thank you for that
once again
Thanks Still-here - every time I read one of your poems I get inspired to write something more of my own.
This is Radio Somewhere!
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Something about not collapsing
(too young people)
Under the heaviness
Of our circumstances
I really wish I’d never had to grow up like that.....
There’s something about a mentor
A lot about a voice
And for me isolation
And for you
We really could have drowned you know
i think we really could have too
all of us
you always make me think
more..you make me feel
thank you for that
once again
Thanks Still-here - every time I read one of your poems I get inspired to write something more of my own.
This is Radio Somewhere!
thanks tremors
that is the highest compliment ......so happy!
peace,
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
I have a (an empty so far..but I have a few things I have to put in)
anyway...a page on my BLOG entitled
"Voices of The Faithful"
It is space for poetry, prose, short stories, musings, whatnot, from my friends, friends like you.
If you would like to contribute, or want me to add anything that's on these pages and others, please just let me know and I'd be more than happy to share!
Then, if you'd like, you can add a link to your stuff or to the blog, whatever you want, into your signature, or whatever, or not, depending upon how you feel about it.
I know some of you have blogs already where you have an outlet for your stuff, but if you don't, or even if you do, and you want to share it further, I would absolutely LOVE to post your stuff on my blog as well.
The things I read here have so much emotion, so much feeling, and so much truth, that I can't imagine them being left here where only we will see them and feel them.
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Darkness, my comfort
I speak here again
in a dream I saw it all
it has grown
and fills my thought
In Silence.
I moved across the grass alone
through the trees and dappled sun.
I turned my face to feel the warmth
closed my eyes from the light
to bring the darkness
And feel Silence.
In the darkness is where I saw
the tears of many not alone
eyes open but not seeing
arms reaching but not embracing
words written never spoken
Lost without Silence.
"'Here can you not see?'
This Silence grows in side of me
take my darkness and you will know
feel my arms to hold you dear
see my words and hear the call
It is here in Silence.
And you have come but not to pray
though the answer may be there
you will find it in the darkness
you will find it in a dream
They must have wanted the sugar in my coffee,
By their nature wasps seem to skim, zip, hover, buzz, attack
By their nature they seem just plain nasty
Usually I’m good,
I can tolerate
Today though I just wanted to be left in peace
So I flayed and flayed
To no effect
They only came back harsher, sharper
Eventually I just sat still,
and observed what they wanted,
what they were seeking
So I sat, and was still
Sat back and watched
I saw them spiral & dive, spiral and dive
To very little effect
In the end they simply jumped away and vanished.
Disinterested
And I was left with my peace
And my coffee
this type could have been deep red/ orange
I like this and find what you say so true
We put human emotion to bugs thinking they are out to get us
when they are about their own business,
sometimes simply no business.
She wrote the letters L. O. V. E. in the sand,…
in her mind she hoped
that he would dissolve from her heart
as the letters vanished beneath the waves
Sad...I like it
I wanted to write something to the effect.....
As the ocean works to wash away l o v e in the sand,
life works to wash away the love we own in our hearts.
It only needs to be written again,
and again.
They must have wanted the sugar in my coffee,
By their nature wasps seem to skim, zip, hover, buzz, attack
By their nature they seem just plain nasty
Usually I’m good,
I can tolerate
Today though I just wanted to be left in peace
So I flayed and flayed
To no effect
They only came back harsher, sharper
Eventually I just sat still,
and observed what they wanted,
what they were seeking
So I sat, and was still
Sat back and watched
I saw them spiral & dive, spiral and dive
To very little effect
In the end they simply jumped away and vanished.
Disinterested
And I was left with my peace
And my coffee
this type could have been deep red/ orange
I like this and find what you say so true
We put human emotion to bugs thinking they are out to get us
when they are about their own business,
sometimes simply no business.
Dutifully improved and amended
As requested!
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Send my credentials to the house of detention
They must have wanted the sugar in my coffee,
By their nature wasps seem to skim, zip, hover, buzz, attack
By their nature they seem just plain nasty
Usually I’m good,
I can tolerate
Today though I just wanted to be left in peace
So I flayed and flayed
To no effect
They only came back harsher, sharper
Eventually I just sat still,
and observed what they wanted,
what they were seeking
So I sat, and was still
Sat back and watched
I saw them spiral & dive, spiral and dive
To very little effect
In the end they simply jumped away and vanished.
Disinterested
And I was left with my peace
And my coffee
this type could have been deep red/ orange
I like this and find what you say so true
We put human emotion to bugs thinking they are out to get us
when they are about their own business,
sometimes simply no business.
In the end they simply jumped away and vanished.
Disinterested
And I was left with my peace
And my coffee
this type could have been deep red/ orange
I like this and find what you say so true
We put human emotion to bugs thinking they are out to get us
when they are about their own business,
sometimes simply no business.
Dutifully improved and amended
As requested!
Sweet
Yeah, it looks better! I often like to observe animals, and write a little something about them, oftentimes there can be a deeper lesson there too. In this 'wasp' case I see something about negative, destructive thoughts as well.
I saw a hedgehog (do they call them that in USA?) recently at night and it ran away from me up the path really fast, but stayed in sight, so I followed along behind trying to keep a safe distance, but he obviously could hear me, so at a certain point he just stopped dead and curled up into a spiky ball. I remember thinking 'good defence, not sure it is that much use in the modern age tho!!' Was going to write something about it, but went to bed instead!
Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection
Send my credentials to the house of detention
this type could have been deep red/ orange
I like this and find what you say so true
We put human emotion to bugs thinking they are out to get us
when they are about their own business,
sometimes simply no business.
Dutifully improved and amended
As requested!
Sweet
Yeah, it looks better! I often like to observe animals, and write a little something about them, oftentimes there can be a deeper lesson there too. In this 'wasp' case I see something about negative, destructive thoughts as well.
I saw a hedgehog (do they call them that in USA?) recently at night and it ran away from me up the path really fast, but stayed in sight, so I followed along behind trying to keep a safe distance, but he obviously could hear me, so at a certain point he just stopped dead and curled up into a spiky ball. I remember thinking 'good defence, not sure it is that much use in the modern age tho!!' Was going to write something about it, but went to bed instead!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TPhpsIK7pDc
Yes we call them Hedgehogs but I don't think we have Hedgehogs, I don't think they aren't native to North America. See them at the zoos only maybe.
Perhaps you will still honor him with a cute little story some day. Tuck it away for a rainy day writing The little guy there on youtube is really cute
From our days in school this was a favorite, bringing an object to class and telling why it is a treasure.
Choose a favorite object, write a short story or poem that tells us why it is special to you. You'll need lots of description, words of imagery to "show" us your object and why it is important to you.
Comments
Round our way
I told him about what I did
Where to go
Gave him a number
He said he knew all that
Had seen all that
Been all that
Said it was safer here
In the church porchway
And I have to admit
We didn't do everyone
a lot of favours,
Like I remembered the lad
Who came with his foster-mum
Said he really wanted a place
True, he didn't have many options
We were probably better than nothing
But I still kinda knew where this was heading
And still it broke my heart to see him
Two years later
A tougher tougher cookie
With a kid
With a habit
With bruises
With the Hardness
Ok, so I said to this guy
'Is there anything you need then?'
He said 'Yeah, it's fucking freezing out here'
So I went home and fetched him
My arctic sleeping bag
Was grubby, but he'd seen worse
I thought he would turn his nose up really
But he didn't
he took it,
And used it for a couple of years
Whenever I saw him I kind of smiled
Like he was the poshest man-on-the-street
Sleeping in more affluent doorways
With a proper mountaineer's bag
When I talked to him I counted all the badges on his hat
They were from everywhere
He must have been everywhere
Yet he settled safest round our way.
Round here it's polite
Not many are going to give you a kicking
In a church porchway
That's why I live here
Anyway, after a couple more years
He was just gone
He was old, 60 / 70?
Maybe he simply died
And I doubt there were many
At his funeral
Makes you think though
Send my credentials to the house of detention
Thank you for sharing this story...
thank you tremors
for the story
and for helping
the old man
karma...you're on the good side
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
the road
on a hot summer's
day
My daughter and I
came across
A bearded thirty-something
On a remote corner
About 10 years back
He was dirty and scruffy
and his old army clothes
were in shambles
He held a cardboard sign
said
"Will work for food"
We were headed to
the pizzeria
to get sandwiches anyway
So we picked him up
a hoagie..a big one
Italian..with all
the trimmings
We were happy
to be able to
feed this man
We felt good
about ourselves
When we reached
that corner again
We stopped...
offered him the meal
He asked
"Do you have work for me?"
we said no
we didn't
but please take
the food anyway
we have already
gotten it for you
its for you
He refused
adamantly refused
he would not
take anything
for naught
we left him
there
on that corner
no food
no work
hungry
but his pride
intact
i suppose
thinking back to
that day
i wish we would have
said..
ok then we'll
give you some
work
raking the yard
walking the dog
anything
so the man
could eat
and keep his
self-worth
at the same time
What's done is
done
I know
But to turn back
time
change
the tide
Could it
have made
a difference?
We'll never
know
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Ed has saved
our souls
time and
time again
i know
this
to be
true
he might
cringe
feeling
too much
has been
put upon
his shoulders
i wish
he wouldn't
its not upon
his shoulders
our lives
are not
his responsibility
but he
has made us
whole
made us
made me
sane
again
that's
a matter
of opinion
that sanity
but if
not for
Ed
there would
be no
debate
i am not
on his
shoulders
he is
my
savior
i owe
him
everything
in that
he owes
me nothing
but a
song
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
posted this before
But I feel its appropriate
right now:
I listen at night with my eyes closed
Sometimes tears flow
as old scars burst open
and deadened wounds
climb back up to the surface,
demanding to be heard once again.
Another lesson learned,
and healed once more.
But many, many
countless more times,
with a pureness in my heart,
a smile on my face,
and contentment in my soul,
as your words and music
take me to a place
of complete understanding,
love and acceptance.
Whatever I feel,
it’s real,
always incredibly real.
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
You and I walking arm in arm,
Hand in hand
Giddy on success and futures
And how I'd bought that baguette and a veggie-pie
And when we passed the guy on the corner he said
"You got anything to eat there mate?"
So I felt real pleased and broke off three quarters of my baguette
But he said 'No thanks mate - I hate bread. I couldn't have your pie could I?'
Remember how I always said I wished I'd turned to him
and said 'Beggars can't be choosers!'
But I never did
Send my credentials to the house of detention
I like the old sayings like that and pull them out often,
no argument to them they just are,
they are good cause they are true, tried and true
veggie pie and baguette sounds awesome, and who hates bread? It is my most favorite food
Lets think of some more tried and true sayings......
I say a horse a piece to my kids and they look at me weird
hahahahahahaaaa!!!
that's cheating
but good
jo
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"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Yeah I couldn't believe it when he said he didn't want my fresh bread! - I thought I was doing him a good turn! Was funny but aggravating also
Send my credentials to the house of detention
You loved black
Whilst I clung to oceans
You were in alive
Whilst I was living once, garden
We were barely standing on a bridge
Whilst the world collapsed around us
Crumbled; everything that wasn’t nailed down
Was spinning up to hit us in the face
But we had contact
We had solid ground (& earthed)
And we had touch
Now it’s me that treasures black
Whilst you just discover faithful
It is to me to update you
When you used to hardly miss a trick
There’s something
About a guide
Something about communication
Something about not collapsing
(too young people)
Under the heaviness
Of our circumstances
I really wish I’d never had to grow up like that.....
There’s something about a mentor
A lot about a voice
And for me isolation
And for you
We really could have drowned you know
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i think we really could have too
all of us
you always make me think
more..you make me feel
thank you for that
once again
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Happy Sunday all!
I love Sundays, day of rest
Thanks Still-here - every time I read one of your poems I get inspired to write something more of my own.
This is Radio Somewhere!
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thanks tremors
that is the highest compliment ......so happy!
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
anyway...a page on my BLOG entitled
"Voices of The Faithful"
It is space for poetry, prose, short stories, musings, whatnot, from my friends, friends like you.
If you would like to contribute, or want me to add anything that's on these pages and others, please just let me know and I'd be more than happy to share!
Then, if you'd like, you can add a link to your stuff or to the blog, whatever you want, into your signature, or whatever, or not, depending upon how you feel about it.
I know some of you have blogs already where you have an outlet for your stuff, but if you don't, or even if you do, and you want to share it further, I would absolutely LOVE to post your stuff on my blog as well.
The things I read here have so much emotion, so much feeling, and so much truth, that I can't imagine them being left here where only we will see them and feel them.
Just a thought
Peace,
jo
If you want to check it out first, the blog address is: http://johannapearl.weblog.com/
thanks for reading!
jo
http://www.Etsy.com/Shop/SimpleEarthCreations
"How I choose to feel is how I am." ~ EV/MMc
"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends." ~ One Stab ~
Darkness, my comfort
I speak here again
in a dream I saw it all
it has grown
and fills my thought
In Silence.
I moved across the grass alone
through the trees and dappled sun.
I turned my face to feel the warmth
closed my eyes from the light
to bring the darkness
And feel Silence.
In the darkness is where I saw
the tears of many not alone
eyes open but not seeing
arms reaching but not embracing
words written never spoken
Lost without Silence.
"'Here can you not see?'
This Silence grows in side of me
take my darkness and you will know
feel my arms to hold you dear
see my words and hear the call
It is here in Silence.
And you have come but not to pray
though the answer may be there
you will find it in the darkness
you will find it in a dream
Of Silence.
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They must have wanted the sugar in my coffee,
By their nature wasps seem to skim, zip, hover, buzz, attack
By their nature they seem just plain nasty
Usually I’m good,
I can tolerate
Today though I just wanted to be left in peace
So I flayed and flayed
To no effect
They only came back harsher, sharper
Eventually I just sat still,
and observed what they wanted,
what they were seeking
So I sat, and was still
Sat back and watched
I saw them spiral & dive, spiral and dive
To very little effect
In the end they simply jumped away and vanished.
Disinterested
And I was left with my peace
And my coffee
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She wrote the letters L. O. V. E. in the sand,…
in her mind she hoped
that he would dissolve from her heart
as the letters vanished beneath the waves
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
I like this and find what you say so true
We put human emotion to bugs thinking they are out to get us
when they are about their own business,
sometimes simply no business.
Sad...I like it
I wanted to write something to the effect.....
As the ocean works to wash away l o v e in the sand,
life works to wash away the love we own in our hearts.
It only needs to be written again,
and again.
Dutifully improved and amended
As requested!
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Yeah, it looks better! I often like to observe animals, and write a little something about them, oftentimes there can be a deeper lesson there too. In this 'wasp' case I see something about negative, destructive thoughts as well.
I saw a hedgehog (do they call them that in USA?) recently at night and it ran away from me up the path really fast, but stayed in sight, so I followed along behind trying to keep a safe distance, but he obviously could hear me, so at a certain point he just stopped dead and curled up into a spiky ball. I remember thinking 'good defence, not sure it is that much use in the modern age tho!!' Was going to write something about it, but went to bed instead!
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Yes we call them Hedgehogs but I don't think we have Hedgehogs, I don't think they aren't native to North America. See them at the zoos only maybe.
Perhaps you will still honor him with a cute little story some day. Tuck it away for a rainy day writing
From our days in school this was a favorite, bringing an object to class and telling why it is a treasure.
Choose a favorite object, write a short story or poem that tells us why it is special to you. You'll need lots of description, words of imagery to "show" us your object and why it is important to you.
Could be fun