Pain - a work in progress

Hi All,

Hope you are all well, as we start to go into the second month of the year.

This is a few verses from a poem that I am working on.  I am not sure if I will finish it soon, but I hope I do.  I am actually finding it quite hard to do, but I am sure that I will get there in the end.

Pain - a work in progress

My battered frame, full of scars and scabs,
readies for the next frontal attack.

My feeble body stands in the darkness,
for the scars and gnashes are hidden.

As I said I am still working on it, and as you can see its quite deep.  But don't worry its not about myself, rather its a poem intended to highlight the terrors that slaves feel throughout the world everyday.

So what do you think?  Is it worth continuing?

A quote to consider

Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.

 

~Leonard Cohen

 

Tradition

Hi All,

I hope everyone is well and that a great new year was had.

As the traditions that exist at this time of year came to mind, I thought I would write and share the following poem.

Tradition

A figure kneels,
tea pot in hand.
Hot mist arises,
above the steeped solution.
Never failing to delight,
in showmanship,
and glory in tradition.

As you may have guessed its a poem based on a Japanese tea ceremony.  I hope you enjoyed it.

Happy New Year

Hi everyone. 

As the year comes to a close, I want to wish everyone a Happy New Year.  Please remember to keep safe in this hectic time. 

In reflection remember the good times of the last year and look forward to the ones in the year ahead. 

Till we meet again, have a fun and enjoyable new year. 

Freedom

Hi All

I hope everyone is going well and is keeping safe in this silly season.

Here is a poem that is short, but can make a person think--Enjoy.

Freedom sought,
                But at a cost.
Freedom gained,
                But at a cost.
Freedom reigning,
                But at a cost.
A cost God made,
                Because we are priceless.

Hope

Hi All,

I hope everyone has had a lovely Christmas Day, I know I did.  That is except the large amount of clean up that I had to do--But such is life.

Here is a poem about hope.  I hope you like it.

Tears may fall,
and hearts may break their bonds.
But hope endures,
which is pure, just and whole.

Hope that is everlasting,
never will it fall,
as long as God is with us,
which we know is for sure.

Nature's Cycle

Hi Everyone,

Here is a poem to celebrate the season of Spring--Enjoy.

Tall stalked mushrooms,
stand erect,
amongst the wildflowers,
of the meadows.

The moon rises,
and the sun sets,
all the while,
nature takes it's course.

But in time,
tears fall,
as mushrooms and flowers,
die at seasons end.