Tag: Poetry
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CHOOSE.
You do the right thing. You follow the rules. You do all that is asked of you. You do more. You look ahead. You dream of all that could be. You hope. You plan. You smile at the encouragement, the open hands. You soon learn the promises were empty. You take a step back. The…
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steadfast.
SteadfastOr crumbling to defeatThe differencebetweenStaying the course and relentingPowerlessto fear of change.Do we stay the course when the road inclinesgrows roughbeneath our feetOr turn backlooking for a lighter courseone that does not ask for resilience Or Challenge us,demand that we grow.Steadfast – Not an enticing wordStaying the courseNot oft observedBut we dare to wander the…
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get help.
What if we did ‘get help’?What if we did it everyday?What if we encouraged othersTo not believe the lieThat you’re on your ownThat others want to watch you drownThat your sacrifice is worthlessThat it costs more to ask, to scream, to cry -Someone help me. You can get help on your ownBut we can do…
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Give and Take
I tend to tallyHow much I’ve had to giveLike it is the biggest accountIn history. Forgetting -It is only one side of the equation. One halfOf a pair, Forgetting -How much I take. The takingIs a debt I’m ignorant ofUntil it takes its toll. As I sit on the side of givingI’ll remember what I’ve…
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time.
I stole a weekTo have the patience, For a child adjusting to changeTo have a cake cooling on the counterFor when the children came homeTo commune with a friend, a cup of coffee, to lastFor hoursTo complete the long delayed to-do list, onlyFor it to regenerate. Wouldn’t it be great if this was Real life?To…
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school holidays.
What did I do on my holiday? I made snacks and more snacks. Lunch, dinner, dishes, meals on repeat. I held hands, small and warm. Steered across the road, on balancing beams, secured in fears and tears. I nestled and nuzzled, with sweet faces and warm breath. I watched the rain fall on the cold…
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little hands.
Little hands warm on my face.Your touch is soft and gentle.You snuggle into me, comfort at last. My heart beat steady, felt in your chest. You Exhale.Together our bodies echo the thought – I am safe. I am home.I am loved.Little fingers busily moving.Waking from slumber and ready to play.I wrap this moment firmly in…
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something special
You say “I’m nothing special.”are you kidding me? you are superhuman / superwoman / my idol / all I want to be when I grow up / you hate confrontation and yet face issues head on / you hate superfluous greetings and yet are abundant in humour and friendly offerings / even for those who…
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Secret Keeper.
You can trust meWhen your secret is whisperedWritten on invisible inkEtched in your heartOnly daring to be seenFor a moment or twoIn the darkJust brief enoughWhen the dim light makes us trustingAnd the special ingredientsOf acid and heatOr courage and liquorAre applied in equal measure.I’ll place it in the vaultAnd you may even forget you…
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to forget.
Sometimes the best gift we can give is To Forget.To hear the harsh wordAnd chooseNot to let it permeate.After forgivenessAfter reconciliationIn the aftermath of healing we aimTo ForgetThe tones uttered in anger and frustrationNot allowing them to settle.Instead of forming solid stonesSettling at the pit of our stomachOr anchors in our mindClouding our viewWe let…
letters and lattes 