Poetry Blogs (2020, inspiration)
Ghazala lari on Disgraceful (4 hours ago)
Ghazala lari on Conversation's with the Moon (4 hours ago)
Here's a poem I wrote to celebrate the launch of Rise! Spoken Word at The Bureau (filmed before lockdown but only just released)
May you rise like the phoenix from the ashes.
Reignite your precious embers.
Break from your constraints to dance on air.
Rise like the swelling tide, the harvest moon.
Rise like you will dare.
Rise like you're awakened from a hun...
Tuesday 10th November 2020 11:39 am
There she was sitting in her chair
The passage of time seen in her gray hair
She sits not in a chair on a throne of honor
Tea cookies and lemonade the silent child ate
Cookies salty-sweet this is how she will grow to be
Lemonade just enough tart you can see it from her heart
Words of wisdom in a melodious feminine tone
Encouraging us to rise up and tell me ...
Sunday 13th September 2020 1:13 am
To hear my voice in the silence of my mind
Unaware on the outside the passing of time
In these dark crevices, what is it that I hide
The sound of mid-tones words
As the prayer wheel turns
A Mantra for me, I must learn.
The superstitions of religion created in the past
Stained glass images are not what they seem.
Contradictions of the forgiver will condem...
Friday 4th September 2020 2:17 pm
I’ve weathered storms that I thought would drown me
I’ve learnt to soar in winds I thought would consume me
Out of the ashes must rise a new Phoenix
Being refined by fire
Through it, I’ll rise higher
The flames provide the fuel
As I soar to my strength
Refined by fire
A faith that stands.
Tuesday 25th August 2020 9:47 am
Pen devoid of poems
adventure long overdue
living room carpet
growing long in the tooth
I’m pining for movement
so keen to get out
I’ll go walking down
to Holly Hagg
Little glimpses at normality
haloed by golden rays
There’s no poison
in the idle river
in the quiet horse
The clouds of working day
part while I’m out walking
bathed in nat...
Friday 7th August 2020 4:43 pm
Make small gems,
Don't get angry.
There will always be houses,
Otherwise the car will be crushed.
You are my little gold,
And don't be angry.
You will learn to read and write,
There will be many famous and expensive.
Fill my chest,
There will be no more sorrow.
My daughter Hajera,
Pigeons of pride.
His anger in small words,
Who will explain the wire anymore....
Saturday 18th July 2020 4:44 am
Once again I have written a PM to an old friend here at WOL
my reply to him sums up I feel what so many must be feeling at this time.
I know he will not mind me posting this on my Blog.
He has been and still is a constant support to myself and many others here.
So a poem to my friend Jon...
Jon, Jon my old friend I made you cry!
Tears of laughter... that's the...
Sunday 3rd May 2020 11:14 am
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