Poetry Blogs (all that I am)
Whatever my body, my soul is beautiful
Whatever my wealth, my soul is rich
Whatever the chaos, my soul is tranquil
Whatever the burden, my soul supports me
Whatever I lose, my soul will stay
Saturday 27th February 2021 12:28 am
The person that I want to be
dies every day.
I never know exactly when, or how.
Sometimes it is sudden,
I often struggle, I often cling,
Sometimes, fatalistically, I just give in
But the person I want to be dies every day
Sometimes many times.
Sunday 21st February 2021 1:26 am
Still practicing life
Determined. Will get it right
Given enough time.
Tuesday 16th February 2021 3:47 am
What we have may be decided by many things
But we alone control what we will be.
We are how we act.
If the power to affect what we are and what we do exists at all
It comes from us alone, and is given and taken wherever we choose.
I am not magnetic,
Money shall have no power over me.
I am not eternal.
Time shall have no power over me.
I am not blind to the wo...
Sunday 14th February 2021 1:58 am
Sometimes the safest questions to ask ourselves
are about other times, other places, and other people.
It is so much more pleasant to guess what might have been,
how things might have felt, what people might have wished for,
and what might have lain ahead along unspotlighted
corridors of time.
Rather than dwell where we are, with ourselves,
Feeling far less happy to not know the answers.
Saturday 13th February 2021 7:54 am
It is going to come
as some surprise
To those who think
that I am wise
But I hardly know
what's right to do
And I've probably done
far less than you
I'm nothing much
make nothing different
I'm usually stuck
so much for wisdom
It makes me sad
to fall so short
Not what I hoped
I'd be at all.
But this is not
the final me
I can be more
than what I've been
Friday 12th February 2021 4:14 am
in the middle
on the edge
I am so much
so much in the middle
the middle of being
of being on the edge
the edge of things.
And I think
These are the worst
places to be
The middle and the edge
Or is it?
Or is it
knowing where we are
is the wrong kind of knowing?
in the middle
of being alive
on the edge
Wednesday 10th February 2021 1:57 am
Today's blog is another in which there are two versions of the same poem. This time we have a short and a long version. If I were to keep only one I would probably keep the long version but since they are meditations I feel like it is OK for there to be two versions of the poem.
Version 1 – Long
In Death I cannot cling to who I am or was,
I will not know or see or hear or think,
Saturday 6th February 2021 8:20 am
The words that tell my story
To the depth it should be told
Have buried deep inside of me
And spread through flesh and bone.
I cannot catch a single thread
That isn't so firmly tied
Around my mind and lungs and heart
That if I pulled it out I'd die.
That's why forming sentences
Is ripping me apart
And as for explaining anything
Will I ever get the chance?
But just as does the lio...
Thursday 4th February 2021 9:58 am
I am the real deal, and so are you.
But what is the real deal?
Is it all of the cards we're given
Or the purpose of absolutely everything?
Or is it the sum of both?
We are the real deal
And we are finding out what that is.
Tuesday 26th January 2021 8:32 am
When I had children
My life became theirs
Creating their joys
Removing their cares
Being the ground
On which they can stand
Sharing their path
Holding their hand.
And I set out with dreams
That our lives would be good
When it broke at the seams
I did all that I could
And as I faced down our demons
And I set them to flee
I thought of protecting them
Not of damaging me.
Friday 22nd January 2021 2:10 am
So much of what I hoped to be
has been torn away
in these years of struggle.
Not like old skin,
whose tiny dry fragments
These pieces of my self
before use, and without replacement.
And when we perceive ourselves
we are not what we are
but also what we were and what we will be
and all of these are missing pieces now.
It has an obvio...
Tuesday 19th January 2021 1:43 am
We are all of us children
grown up and making our own
way in the world
for all of that.
We are all of us dreamers
woken up to our own
for all of that.
We are all of us lovers
in love with making our own
for all of that.
We are all of us seekers
stretching up to find our own
place in this world
Saturday 9th January 2021 8:31 am
It took me so many years to find myself, and I got lost along the way,
And now I don't know where I am or where I'm going,
But at least I know it doesn't matter.
So yes I'm wandering round this pointless universe,
But I'll just be myself,
And if I'm changing every moment into something else
Who even cares what I am today?
It took me all these years to find my...
Friday 8th January 2021 1:15 am
I am from prose into poetry
I am from madness into sanity
I am from doubt into belief
I am from anguish into ecstasy
I am from isolation into company
I am from hatred into peace
I am from discord into harmony
I am from solo into symphony
I am from restraint into release
Saturday 2nd January 2021 3:51 am
I am from water.
I am from breath.
I am from body.
I am from blood.
I am from heart.
I am from thought.
I am from life.
Thursday 31st December 2020 6:21 am
I am not my clothes
I am not my house
I am not my possessions.
I am not my knowledge
I am not my thoughts
I am not my body.
I am my words
I am my actions
I am my expressions.
I am the impact that I have.
Tuesday 15th December 2020 5:04 am
I thank earth.
I thank my fortune in being born where and when,
And to whom and with whom I was born.
I thank water.
I thank my fortune in having health and sense,
And sense of health, and sense of sense.
I thank wind.
I thank my fortune in my paths and choices,
For they have led me to this path and choice.
I thank fire.
I thank my fortune in my abilities and disabilities
Thursday 26th November 2020 2:58 pm