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FLOATING IN SLOWNESS

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Floating in slowness, drifting in stillness,
Foraging hours for seagrass and algae,
Heavy as giants your litheness ignored,
As mechanical monsters near you are mindlessly scored.

Eyes lost in a gray expanse,
Your prehensile lip brushes; your fluke steers ahead;
And still your dolphin-like intelligence is misunderstood,
By enemies, humans, with their heads in the woods.

Along with your peers dwelling in the canals,
Sleeping silently underwater you awaken to breathe,
As your nose pushes upwards to replenish your air,
You suddenly plunge downwards, mystified and scared.

After two years seacow mother you birth your calf,
And you search the mangrove shallows for warmth at last;
Oh gentle behemoth you cling to existence,
Only to be harmed without resistance!

Dedicated to the manatees: endangered and forgotten.

Wendy Shreve

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night- Famous Poets – What’s your favourite poem?

 

Image depicting Dylan Thomas smoking a cigar

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas poet
Dylan Marlais Thomas was a Welsh poet and writer who wrote exclusively in English. In addition to poetry, he wrote short stories and scripts for film and radio, which he often performed himself. His public readings, particularly in America, won him great acclaim; his sonorous voice with a subtle Welsh lilt became almost as famous as his works. His best-known works include the “play for voices” Under Milk Wood and the celebrated villanelle for his dying father, “Do not go gentle into that good night”. Appreciative critics have also noted the craftsmanship and compression of poems such as “In my Craft or Sullen Art”, and the rhapsodic lyricism in “And death shall have no dominion” and “Fern Hill”.

Change Your Mind.

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Our minds are very powerful. Our minds can be very weak.

There are minds that will pounce on minds that are meek.

Yes, advantage they do seek.

A negative mind toward love  will block out the emotion.

A negative heart will harm others and never experience the true feeling of devotion.

I positively believe in my version of success coming true.

If my mind truly believes, why will I  not succeed?

Forgiveness in my heart will ensue.

I thank God for my loved ones forgiving me too.

I want my mind and heart to create joy all around me and be in a loving harmony.

I say, “This will be so hard to achieve. “

No. It will be easy.

I say it. I act upon it. Therefore, it will be.

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Missing

love, truth and freedom

arctic-139396_640Layers of pitch black

Stabbing questions

Answers drip with fear

Vacant smiles welcome

False certainty preferred

No one knows

No one asks

Despair sounds like the ocean too

It roars above the chatter

How do they not hear?

Even the heart of the ocean

looks the same in Armani

Swallowed by the ocean

Your tears my party favors

 

**This was written with the heartbreaking stories of suicide in mind. It’s a choice to listen and a choice to be alone. Fellow man should always have a hand to hold, we can only hope they reach for it.

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Baby – Promote Yourself

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You are
A long time
Coming

Now
All time is
Yours

My time is
Yours since
Before

But your
Time is
Not mine

It is yours
I get to
Watch it

To feel how
You are
Not in me

But you were
There you
Grew

Into a paw
Of blood
And time

It felt good
To share
To receive

Now I live
To give
You time

 Ana Maria Caballero

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