Poetry Blogs (compassion)

I was not there when he was made
I was not there when he was born
I was not there for his first birthday

I was, there to guide his first steps.

I was there when his mother voiced her disdane and pushed him away.

For the tantrums that felt eternal

The sick days that became my sick days

I was there as his father began a new family and forgot about his last.

When he had no food to...

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I hope that around the world

people, everywhere

are trying to look through

another's eyes

taking another perspective

opening up

and showing compassion

and understanding.

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Our skins are different colors
But we all bleed the color red
Be compassionate 

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Her hair covered

Her head down 

A baby in the push chair 

Not one familiar place around.

The shop girl served her,

Speaking loud and slow 

The lady understood 

What their was to know.

I sensed a patronising tone,

As the shop girl spoke 

The lady didn’t realise 

The condensation invoked.

The man with the tattoos

Stared and screwed up his face 

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words

            no man should know

            or say

words

            no child should hear:

            parent, pray

            to be spared.

as he sat with his sons at home

and struggled to find

words:

he knew

            she will never return to us

he knew

            she is too ill

In a time when she was strong

for them

as her body weake...

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I am a ShaakieraS, A mature, respectable and sophisticated woman, with a massive vocabulary and a passion for words, which borders on obsession. Strangely quiet and reserved , an introverted extrovert yet can be surprisingly witty, accommodating and very outgoing depending on the situation and of course the company. Highly intelligent and sharp-minded choosing to express myself largely through the...

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What does "Freedom" mean to you? Personally I believe its not only enjoying basic human rights but celebrating actual freedom everyday. The downside being that it is an everyday thing for us that we tend to forget the significance of it and reduce it to "ordinary" when in fact its the most extraordinary,most divine God given sanctified gift we have. Our free will so precious that our Creator Almig...

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I'm tired of being second best 

I'm tired of being the one the world rejects

The husband wanted more so he went with the bridesmaid 

& even back in primary I never got picked for the school play

Second best is a journey of progression 

Always so close to the prize but then comes life's hard lessons 

It seems no matter how much you want it and no matter how hard you try 

T...

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Open

Openness, in a time of terror,
It's not easy is it?
News story after sensationalised 
News story,
With just one aim- 
To drag us in,
Scare us witless, 
Send us down,
Stop our daughters from going out,
Just what they wanted, perhaps,
Cancel that trip of fun planned,
Throw blame at misinformation,
I'm talking to everyone, 
Holding their nearest and Dearest,
That little bit clos...

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A winter bite that

mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.

A life supported?

Cease one's internal decay,

Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.

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I feel like I'm at a crossroads,

a path I do not know.

The future's looking complex as a vortex

as I continue to grow.

Do I wait in frantic futility

brazenly biting my lip and learning humility?

I see you stuck in Stockholm

waiting for the day that you finally come home.

Destined for greatness

yet thwarted by gravity and quicksand

i...

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"John"

What worlds turn behind your almond eyes, that ready smile,

that childish innocence that lingers long when you are gone?

I feel your warmth through chubby hands and stubby fingers

of a child. You will not make old bones in this cold life

of sticks and stones and superstitious fears. Some careless god

cut short your years; played blackjack with your chromosomes

in a game that ...

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