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His Gentle Whisper – Promote Yourself

Life is full of broken pieces,
pieces that connect moment to moment,
year to year,
tears to tears.
Each piece is precious,
unfolding something new within ourselves,
leading us on our journey of never-ending change.
We live to see what is beautiful,
no time to prepare.
We constantly lift our eyes to God in question,
momentarily forgetting that He is already
holding us,
sharing our tears,
laughing in our experiences of joy.
We see life as broken,
yet God reassures us of His whole picture,
meant to be embraced
in all its beauty and pain.
He has created a dance
to an ever-changing song
sung by creation,
those around us,
and in His gentle whisper.
He is saying,
“I love you always.
I protect You
as you walk through the valley.
I hold you in your
I see you as you are,
and the heart I have given you.
Have no fear;
instead, expect Me to do great things.
Trust that I know you completely and
understand your struggles.
You are My child,
My precious one.
Never will I bring you to a place
where you cannot get up again.
I am your Strength and
the Restorer of broken
lives and hearts.
Expect miracles for I
never change.
Believe in me to be the
God who saves.
I Am.”
Lauren Heiligenthal

“Oath” – Promote Yourself

I am my own soul.
I see my own sunrise
and command my own sunset.
An oath,
a vow to myself
to die on my feet
than to live on my knees,
with the tongue of a poet
and the mind of a revolutionary.
So I will see that horizon,
and stare the burning sun
and smile with desire when trouble
my way comes…
(oliver callum ferenth)
I am a 17 year old writer from Britain, but living in the Middle East. I write poems on my old typewriter and plan to write novels in the future. I have lived in England, Abu Dhabi and now live in Muscat, Oman.

my favourite poem from my youth – My Shadow From Child’s Garden of Verses -Robert Louis Stevenson

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I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.

He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, lik e an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
Robert Louis Stevenson

Stephanie Rigney


Dead leaves hang like dead skin, – Promote Yourself


Dead leaves hang like dead skin, 

Lifeless and crippled. 

Bodies swaying in the wind 

Skin so brittle. 

Once vibrant green leaves 

Smothered by a rusty color. 

Bodies weakened by disease, 

Distorted out of structure. 

Clinging to those whore doing fine, 

Circumstance far from parallel, 

Forced to look on with broken spine 

Floating in the air but in a cell. 

That is Purgatory; the place between life and death. 

Trapped in the world, undead and dull as death.

Marcus Medford

Marcus Roi, Toronto Canada
Poet, philosopher, journalist, spirit-warrior.

We can change the world – Promote Yourself

We can’t change the world,
but the world can change us!
We may not see the world for what it is,
but the world sees us.
We may not treat the world at our best,
but the world surely does.
We may harm the world knowing better, and
We may not care about our world,
but the world cares about us.
We may not honor the world as we should,
but the world honors us.
We may take more as we need from the world,
but the world does not.
We may kill innocent children of the world,
and in return,
the world does, too.
We may not live as one in the world,
but the world IS one!
We may even be at war with one another and fight against our own kind,
but the world does not.
We may be narrow-minded, clueless and shortsighted,
but the world surely is not!
We may never gonna wake up and see the dangers looming ahead,
the world however already did.
Maybe we can change the world,
but certainly not for the better.
And maybe,
the world can’t change us afterall,
even though it’s trying so hard –
in vain!?

One day Death will come – Promote Yourself


One day Death will come
She’ll lead me by the hand
Across the threshold to the Never
And in her light I’ll stand.

Do not mourn my passing
For She must come to us
Whether we rot from cancer
Or are struck down by the bus.

I know not how I’ll pass
That is the price of living
Knowing that what lives must die
For She is unforgiving.

I hope you’ll light a candle
Remember me once in a while
I have loved, and been loved.

I can greet her with a smile


Alistair Lane

”. I am a Nottingham-based poet and writer, currently trying to secure a contract for children’s picture books! This isn’t typical of what I write, but I am quite proud of it…


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