I wrote my heart out but it lost its beat couched in politicalese I laid my thoughts out the pattern was lost couched in diplomacy I learnt to contain the core of my being lest I lose it to influence supreme…. https://lindaghill.com/2019/08/30/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-august-31-19/
A brilliant analysis by Jade Li….
Reena is the host of Reena’s Exploration Challenges. Reena asks us to write to this short sentence:
I decided to deconstruct the sentence and took each word and gave it a working definition:
Public = Out in the open
figures = icons
make = coerce
us = a particular group
hate = extreme negative feeling towards
their = someone else’s
enemies = those who wish harm
Public is what is seen in the open, which is only a small part of what is happening either within the person or in the shady dealings that aren’t common knowledge. Hidden pieces leave imbalance.
Icons are symbolic, generic representations. They are a skeleton without any flesh on it. An icon is like a logo, an ideal, but it is not the actual thing. A symbol without substance is meaningless.
To “make” or coerce another is…
View original post 385 more words
A career path that started with ethical hacking has taken a different turn. There’s money, there’s fame (some call it notoriety), and there’s the excitement of doing something which makes people drop their jaws. “Is there a way to turn back?” implores Mom, “It is the path to disaster.” She travels on high roads and … Continue reading Decoding
I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. I had a crush I was so young For honesty, I never did scout I slipped in the slushbut I’m still youngand I still have a clout I learnt to count, now don’t blush I’m not so young- … Continue reading Not so young
Scumbags …. by Jim Adams
I never wanted to be a politician, as I think that all these people do is take from society and they never give anything back. Politicians are supposed to have a caring attitude that allows them to commit their best efforts toward the public welfare, but it seems that most of them are only interested in gaining money, status or power. The 32nd president of the United States Franklin D. Roosevelt referring to the owners of power utilities whose actions he deemed to be against the interests of the American people said, “My friends, judge me by the enemies I have made.” In politics, enemies are made, but there are no permanent enemies, and no permanent friends, there are only permanent interests. Politicians think that they are right, because they won an election and they develop their own preferences instead of trying to compromise and allow people to cooperate with…
View original post 711 more words
Angry young man …. by hecblogger
he was the angry young man
he taught me to hate the wrong
against the evil wind he ran
he was the angry young man
if he could fight, well so I can
from my ashes, I emerge strong
he was the angry young man
he taught me to hate the wrong
In response to: Reena’s Exploration Challenge # 102
Welcome to Week 102! Challenge 101 has been a fascinating one for me. Hats off to the origami artist, Anastasia Elias who created the piece! And my lavish compliments to all the writers, who added value by creating different themes. I saw the prompt image fading away with every new contribution, and the writer’s mental … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #102
will frozen spirits come back to life, when the snow thaws – and live again? https://scvincent.com/2019/08/29/thursday-photo-prompt-frozen-writephoto/
I thought - better a pest than quiet parasites -ignored the brat’s pranks, and stayed Silence… https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/29/tale-weaver-238-pests-29th-august/
Yesterday I had the pleasure of spending the afternoon doing peer coaching with my friend and fellow inner leadership tribe mate, Joanna. Whilst I was being coached, Joanna led me through a visualisation which was so powerful for me that I felt compelled to capture it in words. Giving ourselves the gift of travelling to places within our imagination can open countless possibilities. Thank you Joanna!
Deep Sea Delight
Far out in the ocean’s soul
The miraculous moon slithers across velvet waves
There is a braveness in drifting out
Settling into the sound of the sea’s solitude
The voice of the wary waif slowly subdued by the invitation to integrate
Here she may gaze at The Amazing Oneness
Humbled.
Heightened.
Honoured.
Her feet floating like fairies in enchanted elixir
Beauty abounding in sparkling serenade
Unbelievable gratitude!
She expands into the twinkling tricks of the galaxy
Entranced by the calming chant…
View original post 19 more words
