Poetry Blogs (2013, Compassion)
Rose Casserley on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (8 minutes ago)
You & Me
Together we may see the Devil Dance
& together we may see God cry in vain
How Our typical eyes
So often only notice the typical guise
Like so many on this sphere I know
Lost like a sailor in the vast ocean blue
Come along with me
Let me make you feel new
I’ll caress every ...
Monday 20th May 2019 11:59 pm
She’s a bright star, within the unlit night
Guiding others through, the tough thing, that we call life
Her strength is beyond admirable to all
And even if she should ever fall
She would somehow, pull though
The things, that to others, it would inevitably un-do
Her beauty and grace, isn’t just a way to save face
She's had to fight great wars, every single day
Wednesday 15th May 2019 7:23 pm
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...
Saturday 13th April 2019 3:21 am
I hope that around the world
are trying to look through
taking another perspective
and showing compassion
Sunday 6th January 2019 9:13 am
Our skins are different colors
But we all bleed the color red
Wednesday 22nd August 2018 4:49 pm
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...
Wednesday 6th June 2018 10:49 pm
no man should know
no child should hear:
to be spared.
as he sat with his sons at home
and struggled to find
she will never return to us
she is too ill
In a time when she was strong
as her body weake...
Wednesday 20th September 2017 3:36 pm
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...
Saturday 19th August 2017 9:34 am
Pieces of Freedom; A personal perspective on Freedom and the deeply intimate significance of the powerful influence it silently wields in my life.
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...
Friday 11th August 2017 9:01 am
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
Monday 17th July 2017 1:14 am
Openness, in a time of terror,
It's not easy is it?
News story after sensationalised
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...
Monday 5th June 2017 9:16 pm
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
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
Friday 5th October 2012 8:29 pm
Just audio at the moment!
Monday 20th February 2012 12:14 am
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 ...
Friday 7th August 2009 6:30 pm