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  • Poem: rise sprite rise – 13/11/21

    Poem: rise sprite rise – 13/11/21

    lightly lightly sprite
    take your time
    fly, soar, your flight
    is delayed
    but it is so warranted,
    you’re finally here
    rising above the trees
    the blossoms into the skies so sweetly
    and so you ride the atmospheric dreams.

    your heart is bursting, full
    for you have announced your intention
    to live with graciousness and wildness
    both extroversion of your abilities
    to be beautiful internally and outwardly
    you know that nothing truly matters
    but the moment
    this moment
    this moment itself
    for like a butterfly you’ve those
    three days of freedom
    to be whatever you please —
    flit amongst the breeze
    and to be, to be, to be
    sprite become lightness
    amazing in your abilities
    your self-belief is uniquely pure
    and its come as greatly as you pleased
    but you worked hard for it
    for this fleeting occasion
    treasure it will you in your dear heart
    admirable is your dedication
    yourself, your life, your self-improvements,
    your strength, your resilience
    became so much more than
    you ever dreamed you would be
    and now, let the waves be ridden
    the blustering breeze be strong
    around your hair
    fairy wings,
    be prepared, World,
    for you are finally there.
    (13/11/21)
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  • Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    Poem: Seek – 16/10/21

    The territory is brave,
    I watch the illustrious gloom
    bloom in its cave,
    a cavern of intent,
    through darkness,
    plain to see,
    motives growing as
    we both live and breathe.

    What was meant for
    this cause?
    Shall I ponder deeply,
    for longer,
    as I struggle through doors,
    of questions, no answers,
    each pathway needs
    a potential ending which
    I shall never see.

    I know within that
    I shall not seek,
    for to do so opens
    the mind to those
    who want more and more,
    painful expectant weeks,
    I do not need a cataclysmic scene,
    batten down the hatches,
    history will cease to be.

    And, so what if I’ve decided
    that here and now will
    no longer exist,
    because echelons of future generations
    need,
    want to speak,
    I loll about in the
    moment and carry on
    without hope,
    but always, as ever,
    my heart refuses to go.

    Won’t I open to feelings
    once buried within?
    Those which lie there
    before me,
    as though an oyster
    bearing its tempting,
    sardonic grin?
    Announce yourself, Truth,
    I seek you as my own,
    I will never struggle
    because my company I treasure,
    myself, alone.  
    (03/10/21)
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  • Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    Poem: Springing Forth – 10/10/21

    I feel a sense of hope,
    of positivity and
    brightness,
    I need not want
    for anything
    because happiness,
    I already have it,
    it’s that glimmer of
    ostentatious gold
    which drips with
    wanton thread,
    grasping my eyes with its beauty,
    wonder to the skies to be had.
    This hope is already present,
    I finger it, golden beads,
    like rich fruit dripping from
    luscious mango trees,
    and here and now,
    with gentle abandon
    I will come undone,
    this superfluous yet entirely
    wanted feeling of joy
    springs forth,
    Hope, my friend, of you,
    I know.
    It’s not like anything I’ve
    experienced before,
    I cannot fathom this dire need
    that begged me to change, change, change
    for my outlook
    was pessimistic indeed,
    but with this glimmer,
    these shining drops of sparkling
    gold that I clutch
    tightly to my chest,
    I am happy,
    I am present,
    I smile without corners
    of my mouth trembling,
    I’m comfortable,
    and this is a fact.
    I can look each of you
    in the eye and tell you
    with conviction indeed
    that my heart is again
    beginning to blossom
    and I’m doing it,
    purposefully, on my own,
    with subtle ease,
    can’t deny myself from
    embracing happiness,
    joy,
    I won’t allow any to
    dampen my spirits,
    if you’ll let me,
    permit me to rise with you,
    together, discomfort,
    unease,
    we can conquer it.
    Bliss can only be
    but fingertips away,
    present, invisible in
    the moment,
    yet experiences waiting
    to be had
    day by day,
    it will only take
    introversion,
    delicacy,
    and confidence in myself,
    and telling myself
    I am worth it,
    there is always justification
    to further delve.
    (08/10/21)
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  • Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Poem: Perhaps I’ll Change – 06/10/21

    Ordinarily,
    I’d change
    for the better,
    like I know I should.
    Glancing into a reflection,
    puddle, stigmatised mud,
    confounded,
    when shall I continue
    truthfully and good?
    I know,
    as I stare at myself
    that changes are to
    occur more often
    than not,
    but how hard
    will it be
    for us to move forward
    if certain thoughts
    cannot be wrought,
    or refashioned –
    remembering?
    I’d rather not.

    My heart pounds;
    is it caffeine or
    my fluctuations,
    my urge?
    A desire to rid myself,
    purge myself free
    from the scourge
    of daily intent,
    perfection in
    whatever forms
    must be revealed,
    must be seen,
    and I can only
    handle the odd,
    hollow feeling
    for a certain timed
    moment of what
    has already been.

    With my very own eyes,
    with that arresting gaze
    that meets mine,
    I can only understand
    the thought patterns if
    I were to purposefully
    put myself behind
    another’s guise,
    but is it warranted?
    To understand?
    Completely, wholly?
    My empty hands,
    fill them with
    useful knowledge so I can
    finally see?
    I don’t want to,
    need to know,
    no more shall I
    travel through pathways,
    neural journeys that
    I’ve already seen,
    done,
    gone,
    been.

    The past is a determiner for not
    resurrecting a future.
    I need no scenes.

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  • Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

    Poem: Let Me Say – 03/10/21

    Let me say
    the things I want
    to say

    the hazy prisms of
    the lustrous day
    envelope my cause,
    enlighten truth
    I know as yours.

    Wither down the
    inextricable feud,
    gasping for air,
    no need to brood,
    encapsulate thy intent,
    so plain to see,
    irrevocable, Heaven’s
    sentience surrounding me.

    I know the righteous
    never die,
    intentions living long,
    and alive,
    despite the inept moments
    when one sheds
    their oars,
    floundering then skills
    coming aboard.

    Do not fret, my friend,
    for you will succeed,
    I know this,
    amongst the blustering breeze,
    that when hearts combine,
    conjoin as yours,
    my throat closes,
    I’m shocked,
    but I’ll continue,
    truth toward.

    It’s just that little moment
    which annihilates
    the far-flung flings
    of rattling circumstance
    and tired feelings,
    there’s more to life than
    constant analysis
    I am sure,
    brighten the mindset,
    relax, welcome,
    never be bored.

    Automatic be the
    emotions coursing
    throughout me,
    I can control them,
    should you care to freely breathe,
    what is the point,
    the rhythm and the rhyme,
    take back those words,
    time beats time.

    Infiltrate my memories,
    surely make them yours,
    silence the circumstance
    that refuses to soar,
    and weigh it heavily down,
    a glass prism,
    surety yours,
    at least in this moment,
    you’ll come out as more.

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  • Poem: Healing as One – 26/09/21

    Poem: Healing as One – 26/09/21

    Speaking my truths,
    remaining adamant, though no longer nail and tooth,
    calm and personable,
    gone are those moods, deplorable,
    able to deal with behaviours that are not necessarily toward,
    becoming more knowing each moment,
    calamities? No more, no more.

    I don’t deal with belligerence,
    I operate with positivity and light,
    ill feelings once needing combating,
    these are not my plight,
    I have cast aside the worries,
    won’t take on any if not for good,
    soaring with triumph and knowledge,
    I know how to be,
    what to do.

    It’s as though pieces have fallen right there,
    into place,
    the Universe doesn’t need to call me with haste,
    for I am here and now,
    in this very moment,
    becoming,
    I’ve become,
    I don’t need to fight to be heard,
    and I know I won’t again come undone.

    Stability within me,
    courses through fingers, veins, thumbs.
    Existing, breathing in and exhaling slowly,
    I am finally as one.
    It’s like I have reached a personal understanding,
    I’ve turned that private key,
    unlocked my fierce momentum and made it ease,
    found a quieter place deep inside of me.

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  • Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

    Poem: Enchanting – 31/08/21

    Visions beam, no visions blurred,
    enchanting be thy presence,
    welcome, my essence yours,
    entitled though the path once
    it might have seemed,
    bewilderment now as far as breath
    can be heaved.

    Pounding, irreverent,
    knocking at my door,
    ask permission?
    I insist you implore,
    wondering yet not at the soft curls
    upon my head,
    cascading down gentle curvatures,
    have I made my tired bed?

    I toss and turn in the night,
    nothing seems right,
    but in the distance I view something glisten,
    where hope forth does spring,
    listen…

    I’m excitable, not for tirades,
    but for what tomorrow may, will, might bring,
    dig deep, I tell myself,
    then a pause,
    complications await,
    none of this can be.
    My spirit, relentless, will still soar,
    regardless of the circumstance,
    I’ll fly with ease of modality, so free,
    consciousness, streams more and more.

    Await, await
    in my clouded dreams,
    visions pure, warmth assured,
    bring this to me,
    a powerful undertaking,
    a pull beneath the surface,
    wanton deliverance?
    No, I possess a different type
    of ethereal substance.  
    Or so it seems…
    a gentle knocking at my door.

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  • Poem: Bright – 21/08/21

    Poem: Bright – 21/08/21

    Nothing to be depressed about,
    so positive,
    so joyous – so free,
    encumbered paths we could say
    but ecstatic I choose to be,
    it’s about which side to view
    and walk alongside Life,
    I could pinpoint, acknowledge,
    tiny points of strife,
    elaborate,
    with magnitude,
    some attitude filled with,
    rife,
    with annoyance, with irritation,
    or feelings of ‘discrimination’.

    But the truth is I’m blessed
    to be here, well and breathing,
    the strength, resilience, in
    myself and others I am seeing,
    I could list all that’s here for us,
    right and lasting,
    lingering,
    hope, especially,
    is something I am carrying.

    I am grateful for my health,
    my family, my dear friendships,
    my comforts, and deep love,
    Life’s material things,
    those which bring comfort,
    music, sound, paint,
    art, colours, company combine,
    I don’t chose to inhabit positivity —
    instead it’s bred within me.

    Cast aside, long ago,
    the feelings of downbeat,
    downtrodden,
    the ‘world’s against me’s’,
    I didn’t need to be like that,
    to live like that,
    it was so stifling,
    couldn’t breathe.

    Negativity can suck one into
    its slimy, vicious grasp,
    no enlightenment within,
    to exist then – what a task.

    Turned about face to the sun,
    arms thrown open,
    embrace that amazing warmth,
    while I could find saddening points to exist upon,
    I’ve decided instead to be
    bright, bright, bright,
    radiance fills my lark-song.

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  • Poem: ‘Tween Hearts – 15/08/21

    Poem: ‘Tween Hearts – 15/08/21

    Wonder streams through gaps
    ‘tween trees,
    shrubbery welcomes gusty breeze,
    laughter twinkles above horizon seam,
    magic brightens eyes,
    I’ve no inclination to leave this scene.

    Hands entrust
    something precious ‘neath
    benevolent sun,
    heart pounds,
    mood ecstatic,
    forged bonds,
    yes! Cries of yes
    affirms tearful nods.

    It’s the beginning
    of something precious,
    glimmer in excess,
    gems cut a shine,
    refractions bold,
    I stress,

    dances of rainbow shimmer
    upon her delicate finger,
    his proud chest puffed forth
    in a glorious manner,
    as though a proud peacock,
    strutting about now
    with his love,
    eternal partner,
    fervent dove,
    his salvation,
    his lucky treasure,
    his precious love,
    now and forever.

    The breeze bears witness
    to this union,
    cemented, emphatic,
    bold and nuanced,
    there’s admiration within her eyes,
    his cast grateful passion
    as he glances nigh,
    for they are as one,
    wondrous breeze streams past their joy,
    circumstance is hearts quickened,
    such beauty before I.

    And now I retreat into
    the freshness of the forest,
    thinking I’ve viewed something
    so special,
    deep down, I know,
    I am aware, that
    his manner, so articulate,
    and her acceptance,
    thus glorious,
    is enough to decide
    that in my life,
    I’ll welcome every warm,
    heartfelt circumstance
    with enveloping acceptance.

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  • Poem: Her Sorcery – 13/08/21

    Poem: Her Sorcery – 13/08/21

    Haunted are her eyes
    above a winsome smile,
    wistful character is she,
    hoping for more
    in a while.

    Fallen by the wayside,
    all her trickery,
    her witchery,
    her cosmetics,
    her haberdashery.

    By goodness what is told
    beneath those furrowed brows?
    Heavy times envisaged,
    poignant moments told,
    she loves to flicker
    her eyes from the
    land to the sea,
    a calming peacefulness
    takes over she.

    Without her layers,
    which peeled away
    one by one,
    she’s naked as the babe
    she entered the world as,
    all magic spells come undone,
    without the falsity
    of rare moments of rage,
    she no longer finds herself
    or others
    disharmoniously caged.

    For their prison was this –
    requirements to abide by society,
    she just wants to flow now,
    rippling waves,
    breathe, gasp freely,
    ride the swells of less commotion,
    battle away prior despair,
    no longer a ‘witch’ but a
    fair haired innocent maiden…

    What was wrong with her sorcery?
    She’d not ever know,
    only condemned for being
    different,
    not lining up in
    conforming rows,
    her magic is what
    she held pride in,
    what made her so proud,
    shriek and cackle
    she wishes now,
    to elaborate aloud.

    They have changed her,
    made her ‘pure’,
    sootiness cast away,
    undo, undo,
    bring back the smudges,
    the unsightly smears,
    her darkness is, was, forthcoming,
    can you feel it, dears?
    There’s so much she has to say,
    watch as the pretences fall away.

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