The Story of Us -Promote Yourself

 

 

It began so long ago,

in our days as children.

the world looked so fresh,

it was ours to take.

a love so divine, so new,

nothing could break it.

a love spontaneous,

a journey, so to speak.

and like all winding roads that come to an end.

one thousand days together,

now one thousand nights apart.  

• Hope Renea

hoperenea.wordpress.com

Central Florida, USA

The leap. – Promote Yourself

He tried to jump, but his feet wouldn’t move

Even in dying he was not able to succeed

He seemed to be inferior at everything

At that moment he realized, he was really competent in being incompetent

His quality was to posses no quality’s at all

With a smile on his face he tried to climb back over the rail

He regained his confidence in life once again

But he should have known that it would go wrong

He slipped and fell, never being allowed to touch the ground

He remained floating in eternity

 

• Rick Wuisman

I am a 26 year old philosopher who lives in the Netherlands. I am interested in anything that makes us humans cultural beings. I like to write, story’s poems and take photo’s. The name of my blog is prevoid – fore the emptiness -. The main subject of my blog is the void that exists in life in modern society.

St Andrew’s Day Poem -Promoting yourself

 

Joscelyn (8 years old) came home with an assignment to write a poem about Scotland because it was near St Andrew’s day. The instructions on what was required were a bit confusing. She has a piece of paper with SCOTLAND written vertically down the edge so each line began with a letter. She had to write something Scottish on each line with a describing word. It is difficult to do it “properly” but fun if you relax the rules. Here is what dad came up with while cooking tea. We are debating whether to send it to school as Joscelyn’s work.

Serious surfs
Crazy Ceilidhs
Overly audacious
Tartan Traversed
Lochs and Lavies
Atlantic Antlers reach
Nearly to the North Sea
Dundee; Cake of Kings

Surely a poem almost as worthy as those by the great William Topaz McGonagall.

The Danube Park in Vienna; – Promote Yourself

 
Sweetly, sweetly swirling,
a mass of fluffy seeds,
are drifting through the park
at the whim of windy leads.
 
Big, thick, black, white tree trunks
seem to walk around
like the legs of zebras
ambling on the ground.
 
Fountains in the laid out pools
look all so inviting;
I want to dip my feet in them
and swim, it’s quite exciting!
 
Tulips stand out from the crowd,
they nod to passers by
as smaller flowers blush
rosy red at bare blue sky.
 
A green stretches youthfully
aside from the path,
waiting for the picnicers,
shining summer’s mirth.
 
A weeping girl is out of place
on this buzzing day
yet the sadness of the world
is causing her to pray.
 
The danube tower rises up
at first to our dislike,
but later as a stretched-up ship
floating on a spike,
 
surveying all that’s down below… 
the park, a bridge, a church.
We board ship and enjoy the view,
for landmarks make our search.
 
A funny purple train
is off on its tour,
showing off this merry land
we haven’t seen before.
 
The angels guard us overhead
i trust in their protection,
strolling through this wonderland
a heaven-ward direction.

by Emily Nash

A childs eyes – Promote Yourself

Out of your eyes

I see tiny reflections

Creating complexions

From your eyes

To your complexion 

I feel your tiny feet

So soft and pure

I touch your tiny fingers

So soft and pure

In my hand

We walk

Impressions

We create

Oceans behold

You create ripples

Of a woman to be

Footprints that grow

As the years flow

Ripples behold footprints

Through time

Reflections of time

As you grow

You don’t need my hand anymore

You are a woman

Chasing your dreams

At times you do need my hand

But

We stand on our own

We are confident

We know our way

To know our mother is there

In the back ground

Following your footprints

Helping silently

(c)bjsscribbles

http://www.bjsscribbles.wordpress.com

Bump – Promote Yourself

The shock when I saw two pink lines,
The tears of confusion, what to do now,
Am I happy or sad, am I ready for this?
Our lives will change, suddenly a future with kids,
There’s no choice the bond is already strong,
Now praying that nothing goes wrong,
Now it’s all exciting, is it a girl or boy?
I cannot wait to meet our little bundle of joy.

Abbe Cutforth