Doesn’t it sometimes feel as if clocks and watches have no other use but to ruin our lives?
Don’t come near me unless you want to be disrupted. I will: Upturn a cliche and write it to a new form / Eradicate generalisation an…
Disrupt featured today in the fabulous Core (C.O.R.E) 27-2-09
But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way?
Inspired by the fabulous Linaji and her inspiring poem Tenacity. Linaji is a huge source of inspiration and reflection for me on RedBubble, and I’m thrilled to collaborate with her and this marvelous piece of word weaving. Tenacity There is a certain muscle in his heart, / Tenacious as hell, / Resolve with a heady mix of / Obligation and duty / Spilling over / To a dance of postponement and restraint. Yet a melding of dire consequences / That broke the camels back / Does not phase him / Situations that kill others hopes and dreams / Pass over him like duck water down his back He may swim in murky waters and smell the fires / Burning / But he does not flee / No, he feathers his nest even more now, / He goes about the duty of deliverance. / He has responsibility to thank for his persistence / Continuity a road well worn by his journey / And, / Agreements / Within / His only truth sometimes / Sustaining a position he burrows into / Roots growing fast and strong / Even if everything around him begins to rearrange themselves to a different set of beliefs / Revealing a different future / He remains a constant unto himself And sometimes I think this will actually work / Due to unbending intent / The broken pieces will just be ground / Down to dust particles / And change winds will blow them away What remains by his side is of his own doing / Scattered remnants of pain and pleasure / Leading the charge with flags flying / ‘We bring you liberation and freedom’ / However, in the charge there are many deaths and wounded inflicted by this Badge of honor / Worn with a mighty cause / His happiness or so it would seem. That is the beauty however of this beating heart / This righteous army / Swelling round the wounded and the lost / As the dust settles and the ‘liberators’ are reaching out / With grace / Smiling / Picking up the pieces with tenderness and tears We are convinced sometimes perhaps it is best / To remain here / In the place where one was born / Where one was once happy and playing as a child / Remembering only the sweetness of growing up / In a neighbor hood that had many stories of joy and / Pleasure. / So we take the liberators hand with a smile / Because now he has given us a piece of chocolate / With almonds / Something we have not had for a very long time. Linaji 2009
I am quite proud of the piece as words were never really my greatest passion! This has been my only piece of published writing.
© Debbie Black
The seed flies in the wind / then plants itself in the mind. Ingrained / in the brain cells, / its roots grow / expanding to other minds….
The invasion of an idea is more powerful and threatening than the invasion of an enemy country / - Me :) This was inspired by events in history which fear and suspicion dictated people’s actions. There are many examples: the Inquisition, the fear of Communism in America (Cold War), WWII, Iraq War, and so many more.....and maybe even this whole Pig Flu scare, you never know….
My heart cracks and splits / like old wooden beams under pressure / The weight is too great / The wait is colossal / and pushes me down into…
You’ll see the shoots of love sprouting all over me / Ready to blossom everyday / And shower you with droplets of contentment
A gentle love poem
Brave little girl / You’ve got the world / at your feet / Spread your wings / make the world see / what you were meant to be. I’ve seen yo…
I wrote this for myself during a difficult time. It’s interesting how it actually helped. / This one is for you Rebecca
Created for my daughter…
Poem was created prior to the birth of my first grand child.
Feeling that adrenaline surge / Jumping on the inside
When you feel that energy and you are extremely sure that you are ALIVE ! There are so many things that we do in life that can give us this great feeling. Comments are very welcome ! Feedback is a great teacher for all of us.
If you been decided you move / You should take your all memories away / If you taken decision to go alone / *think just once about lov…
I saw the dreams frozen / I saw the charm of love unbreakable / I saw the moments were in spell / I saw at the end of the time / *Yo…
I can see many walls / In the path of love / Everything seemed impossible / And we are waiting for the miracle
I wake laying on my side. i don’t want to open my eyes. / I groan and try to go back to sleep. / It is to late. Emotions begin to course t…
The azure blue reflecting on its wings / And forging such exquisite peaceful flight / The mind is floating there upon the wind / It sails wi…
From me the remnants of old are torn, / and into new life I am born.
I wrote this poem about 2 years ago when I left home to go to ‘the city’ to study. I was going through a really bad time when I wrote this, as I felt terrified and confused by the experiences I had regarding my stay and the people I met. I saw for the first time how damaged and messed up our world really is, and to be honest it scared me senseless!
Malcolm always tried his hardest to suppress those factors from what he considered his “real” life. The life of apparent normality was ho…
What is he trying to supress? What factors are we talking about? I cannot stress to you how personal this story I am currently writing is. In a nutshell it’s an assult on Elitism, Homophobia, Greed, Ignorance and Assumptions all factors that make this society so unstable and segregated. I hope that with the turmoil I put my characters through it can help assist the community with broader minds and more accepting hearts, One can hope anyway.
Clock strikes, / every second my heart stabs / another injection of grief, / as streams wash the contours / rushing the valleys of guise. / ...
In this instance all repetition was intentional.
There was so much of my life / I wanted to share with you. / The days were insufficient, / the hours had wings.
I dip my pen into the pool of life / And let it paint some pictures there for me / It shimmers in the glorious midday sun / And words begin…
...whispered words, teasingly indistinct.
When I was younger I used to write quite a bit. I have never been great at grammar, or even placement of the phrases. Poems were not my strong suite,but I thought I would give it a try again. I figure it was once a talent, and with some practice, it could be again. / Emotional Phases of a Betrayed Lover deals with the emotions of uncertainty, disbelief, anger, pain, hurt and finally resolving to take care of yourself. / Comments are welcome, any thoughts or even critique is fine.
I stand alone watching the ocean gently kiss the shore..
Most of my writing has been done during intense moments of my life. This was written when I was falling in love for the first time…..scary stuff!!
I was seeing in your eyes / And wanted to get the clue / I was searching for a destiny / Destiny of love, In your eyes / *In your sou…
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