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Daily Archives: July 28, 2014

I See You – Promote Yourself


Oh, Blue Heron

There in

the reeds.

Pretending not to see me.

I often see you.

Steely Blue,

Peeking through

The lake weeds.

And I wonder if,

like me…

You’re lonely.

A.J. MarieK

Where My Heart Is (or No excuses, the domino effect) – Promote Yourself


Gifts of money
Time and prayer
But chiefly
No pretending there
We need

So giving?


Or with excuses?

Kids at uni
Direct debits
Bills, cars,
food and clothes.

I work hard
I have a right
To spend
A little
On me.

Now and again
Now and again
…and again
…and again
and then … again

Meals out,
KFC and McDonald’s
Do count
…and pizza

And work canteen

And the odd book
And the odd clothing
And shoes
…and again
and coffee
…and again

Five pounds goes
But it’s a lot
When I give it
To Church.
Or charity…
Five pounds…
Two cups of coffee
Easy to fritter

Just thinking,
Lord of the domino effect,
Where my treasure is
Where my heart is
Where my need for
Peace and quiet
Where I want
Where I need
To place
My money heart?


cheryl bhagwandin

The Poet and The Statue – Promote Yourself

If I, as Bird, did fly around your waterfall 
Of silver-shining hair to see your twinkling eyes
And stopped, a-hover there, so much amazed with all
The wrink’less beauty of a splendid lover, oh,
Would I not sing such piercing songs into the skies
That gath’ring clouds would get them fast and far away,
And winds, that moved so dull before, would blow and blow,
And fill with big bloom odors all the wilding air
Until you breathed, and turned, and stretched like bursting May!?
Then awed I’d sit a waving branch and watch you there,
Like ship upon the waters, up and down, in bliss
to sight the isle of happiness for which it’s bound.
And now, with flutt’ring pulse for perfect, twirling ground,
I ‘magine me a bee to buzz your lips and kiss!
Oh, what’s a better power than poet’s power like this?
May you share this with poets everywhere.
Brian Faulkner 


child cryingxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I wake up in the morning to the cries of hurt and anger
I wished I’d wake up to cries of joy and laughter
I wake up every morning hoping it will all be gone
But the fighting the war has only just begun
I’d play out in my mind that I could beg for them to stop just for a while
But no! What do they care I’m just a war child

I’d go to sleep every night with the fear of not being able to last another day
Oh please please help this child many would say
But deep down I know those peoples urgent call
Will be returned with bombs shooting or nothing at all
The shock that they turn to shooting even if you smile
Is abhorrent but what do they care I’m just a war child

I’d hope for a place to truly call home
But how can it be with all the peace and harmony gone
It hurts and pains to know the people doing this have neither regret nor remorse
But instead curfews and more undeserved punishment is what they’ve enforced
Enemies upon us our country reviled
But what do they care I’m just a war child

I’d cry puddles full of tears day to day
Hoping someone my mummy or even my daddy come by say its ok
But no one will ever care I’m just a war child.

© Lamzii

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