Julia Smith on Making profit off of poetry
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A deep calming breath.
Take in the oxygen, let it fill your aching lungs.
Blow out the pain and the suffering into a the air,
Free it from the shackles of your body. It felt like a stranger.
Feel your fingers tingle as the blood rushes up and back down.
Feel your soul leave the confines of your physical being.
Don't be afraid. You are still here. You are in the world,
Your body is sti...
Friday 17th July 2020 2:17 pm
Unknown eyes watching
Religious tolerance found wanting
Stops the spread
Of disease and death
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 2:03 pm
We should all feel safe when in the street.
Wherever we may go and whoever we meet.
And if there's one thing that should be clear,
We should not go outside while we live in fear.
Yes, all the people have the right
To live in peace and without a fight.
And it is our right to go out somewhere
To feel secure and free of care.
And I do hope to have an expectation
That people shall have mo...
Friday 31st January 2020 1:51 pm
the rain beating down
I am safe
under a large winter coat hood
I am safe
just a tunneled gap to peak through
safer than ever
warm and safe and comforted
this padded men's Parker is a thousand hugs
it makes me invisible
I am far from it
yet I am the closest to feeling invisible
than I have felt before
they can't see my eyes
no reassuring fac...
Wednesday 7th August 2019 1:36 am
If you learn from the past
Improving your future
Then you'll achieve the goal
And reach it safely faster
Pay an attention to move
Know the direction to go
Have time to Improve
Act well, not only "show"
Earn your people' regard
And don't cross the fence
Know the value of the word
Now you've got confidence
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:48 pm
I saw the footsteps of an angel
Within the deep pools of blood
No one noticed the scarlet halo
Because angels are meant to be good
No one mourned the demons
No one shed a tear
No one noticed the angels descend
Until there was nothing to feel but fear
The angels smiled as they hurt you
And laughed as our children cried
There were no demons left to save the pe...
Sunday 10th December 2017 8:52 pm
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm