Heartfelt gratitude to the editors of Hotel by Masticadores for publishing my poemon loneliness. Dear reader, kindly click the link to read the concise poem I hope you enjoy. Tremulous…
To heal humanity we need to focus on our one collective-soul! Hello, lovely people. Happy last Friday of the month. Another honor to have my poem nesting in this lovely…
…give me the serenity to surrender to the things I cannot change.
I felt it was time I dedicated one for all sons all over the world in praise of fathers, step fathers, father figures all over the world. I know this is a shared prayer. You have no sons? Feel free to insert that person who lives in your heart. I bless you.
What would we find if we stopped pointing fingers? I'll tell you: we'd find we're all good at our core. So why don't we? Foolhardy to ignore this.
A poem that came about after writing an article on compassion. Please enjoy the simplicity in this poem and if you have time for more, there's always more: words and coffee.
What a lovely prompt we worked on today. I chose a William Blake poem to follow and in no time, unpretentious little words swooshed in and inundated the page. Don't you just love it when that happens? I hope this poem is worth your time.
A short poem about how we're more alike than different: the poem is complemented by an article on compassion, which offers practical examples of how we can be more accepting of each other. All these points help us to understand the characteristics of compassion. I hope you enjoy it.
Loneliness: a social pain Clouds in lacey white dresseshurriedly pass o’er rooftopssalaciously dancing ‘roundpuffed-upinconspicuous Wind Sun, red-facedlike a disgruntled sentinelbeams strongerbellowing "Order!"to the frolicking clouds;his abhorrence ignitedby their blatant charade…
We’re one people brought down to our knees To face challenges we’ve ignored for too long If it weren’t for the love we all carry in our souls We would have perished already, alone
Words, believe it or not, hurt deeply. A heart that weeps the life of a honey bee will undoubtedly find its heart shattered to pieces by mean words that hurt another human being. I ask that you be kind to all living things. Good living is not just about doing good but about not doing bad to all living things. If you have nothing good to say about someone, please, for the transcience of being, for the preciousness that life is, treat your life and that of everyone else with reverence and compassion. Curb your tongue.
Each of us is good at our core. We come from different walks of life; we know about our rights, justice, and how to set boundaries. We also know that doing good deeds makes us feel good. But did you also know that this feel-good emotion arises from compassion? We all came bearing compassion. But, we lost it? Let me tell you how to get it back.