The best poem never written

The following is in reply to a private message to a fellow poet this morning who ending by saying...

 

..."I don't even know what poetry is! I just write the words in my head as I reflect on a life spent/misspent"...

 

Haha!

######  I do exactly that.

In fact, I have written a few poems here that do say just that... Life is poetry mate.

Some of it is hard and challenging. WOL attracts people from all walks of life, young, old, male, female, hemale, shemale Bi, gay, straight, black, white, yellow, red, every size and shape.

The one thing we all have in common is we are all the same and we are all different.

However, it is clear to me that religion has messed up and is messing up an awful lot of people and saved millions. 

Why do I say this?

Because we all need someone to talk to and someone to listen.

Poetry is a lifesaver for many, who find themselves in total despair. When I use poetry in this respect I mean writing down the demons that assail us. Whatever and whoever those demons maybe.

Drink, drugs, gambling, addictions of any and every kind.  Love, loss of love, family, lack of family, being alone, being in a crowd, being in the in-crowd. not fitting in, the abuse we have all suffered and importantly are still suffering from our present and perhaps most importantly as we grow older from our distant past.

I could write for a week and not even scratch the surface of topics of poetry. 

 

The biggest issues as I see it are the mental illness of any and every kind.

Mostly because we can not see it and we hardly ever talk about it. Preferring to think it does not exist even when we have it, or think it will never happen to me.

Like death, the biggest taboo of all... We mostly never talk about it.

Poetry is accessing the demon and exercising it then exorcising it.

Grabbing your pen and writing it all down is the perfect tool to achieve all three.

Hell you never even have to post it here or anywhere or let another living soul ever see it or read it

IT IS STILL POETRY...  And It still works!

 

 

Reading over what have just written above I ask myself "This is a poetry site, is this poetry?"

I answer myself like all of us loons do mate.  Hell YES! 

It is in my unpolished unpublished unwritten book of the best poems never seen. 

Po.

 

 

AbuseAll of usDeathMental illnessPoReligion

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Paul Sayer

Tue 14th Jul 2020 07:52

Good morning Shifa

I am so pleased you enjoyed this. Your words have touched me and if they can touch me they can touch everyone.

After I had finished this piece of prose I thought about what I had written, it was a very personal piece to a new friend whom I do not know all that well yet.
Very much like your good self.

As I read thought it I could see that there was a dark time in my life when this was... if only I knew it at the time, exactly what I needed and was seeking.

I honestly fear for our younger generation. The internet is both a blessing and a curse.

The adage ‘You always get more of what you focus on’ is so true.

Social media gives people the ability to hide behind their words. To never actually own what they say.
By this term, I mean that they write to ‘so-called’ friends… Virtual friends mostly, and now sadly also so-called real close friends, great platitudes and deeply wounding words that can scar a soul for life.

Now also as we see and read all too often, it sadly tips them over the edge of the precipice of death it’s self.

I live in a very small town and over the last ten years have seen some very young extremely bright young students take their own life.
Each time this happens the whole community is stunned and comes together in their grief. Parents feeling the burden of huge sadness as they can relate to losing a child…

Actually NO they can not! Unless this is a cross they carry. One they can never put down.

My wife worked at the High School and college which is just a two-minute walk from our house. She knew almost every single child and student there by name, there are almost a thousand pupils.
She is at a loss, as we mostly all are.

Where we are letting these children down?

On the surface, one would think that they have everything! And everything to live for.

A first-class education, great family life, great friends, nothing to worry about, a bright future ahead full of unlimited great prospects and the ability and skills to do whatever their hearts desire.

And yet!

They feel they have NONE of these. EVERYTHING is ripped away from them in a few harsh words from a virtual friend who actually sat next to them whom they honestly trusted and confided in and shared every single little detail of their short lives with.

Those that leave college and go on to find a good job, a partner get married to have children of their own, still, battle with the scars they received in their early childhood and even they can not understand why these suicides occur.

F##k the internet.

BLESS the internet for artists, photographers, poets, writers, painters, sculptures, musicians and the truly blessed can reach out beyond sexuality, beyond size, beyond colour, beyond religion, beyond the very real and stark actually walls that divide not just nations but humanity from its self.

Moreover, free minds to go beyond the harsh and hurtful words, beyond the confines of a sad lonely bedroom that is filled with thousands of nay millions of us who never listen.

Some just hit the keyboard and fire off hateful words of derision and division what a muddled up, fucked up world we now live in.

SO POETS

Write your hearts out… Write about what happened to you. The sexual abuse, the drugs, the drink, the homelessness, the graphic horrors and reality of WAR. The mental illness the PTSD, the lack of self-esteem, the poor self-image, the taunts, the ridicule, the prejudices wherever and whenever you experience it whatever corner of the world you live in, in whatever corner of your life you may find it.

THEN

Show the way!

Show how you found your Paul on the road to Damascus moment. What shone a light in the darkness of your world, what gave you the strength and power to reach out to seek help…

Be that hand now that others can grab before they submerge in an icy sea of turbulence and sorrow that consumes them and extinguishes another light from our world.

THIS, THIS IS WHAT POETRY HONESTLY AND TRUTHFULLY IS.

A hand, A voice and An ear.
Po.

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 14th Jul 2020 05:17

"Poetry is accessing the demon and exercising it then exorcising it"... WOW! Couldn't have put it better myself. This piece is a mirror wherein one can find reflections of themselves. If not whole, then in bits and pieces. A poetry anyone and everyone can relate to.
I'm in awe!

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Paul Sayer

Tue 14th Jul 2020 00:07

Good morning Nicola

Great to see you dropped in and hit the like.

This was a piece of soul searching on my part.

Thank you!
Po

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Paul Sayer

Sat 11th Jul 2020 08:29

Good morning Kevin.

I am so pleased to see you here mate.

Thank you for taking the time to reply.

Humour is a great cure-all.

Po

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kJ Walker

Sat 11th Jul 2020 07:53

Well written, and so true. Much of the poetry I read on this site is written from the heart, and to many it can be cathartic to put their feelings into words.
I rarely write personal stuff, preferring to have a try at humour.
I have suffered in the past,and I do occasionally write about this, but all my demons are layed to rest.
I recently wrote about my dad trying to burn some of my family members. When my son read it he asked if I found it cathartic, but I didn't write it for that reason.
Lots of people do still have issues, and I fully understand how getting it down in words can help.

<Deleted User> (24803)

Sat 11th Jul 2020 07:51

Yes, evil rules only to make way for goodness, they are like catalysts helping things to move faster in a proper order. Like the Pact of Hudaibyah during Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) time, which led to early, easy Victory over Makkah.

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Paul Sayer

Sat 11th Jul 2020 07:34

Our strength is in knowing that we allow evil to think it rules the world.

<Deleted User> (24803)

Sat 11th Jul 2020 07:26

Yes, many of us are suffering, fighting battles no one knows and still considered a culprit than a victim. A sorry state of affairs. Evil rules the world. God rules the whole universe.

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Paul Sayer

Sat 11th Jul 2020 07:22

Thank you for saying Ghazala.

I spend a few moments replying this morning and as I was about to hit send I stopped and did a copy and paste to my blog.

I was thinking, perhaps it may help someone else who may, like so many of us be suffering in silence.

<Deleted User> (24803)

Sat 11th Jul 2020 07:14

Well expressed piece of raw poetry. You can still do much with it. Although it sounds complete in itself.
The best poem now written👍

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