To walk in all things contrary
Do things not everyone agrees
Act against the natural course
As long as we have faith and hope
Help is at hand, we can all cope
A source of energy not force
Great source, we can be creative
Those who wronged us, we can forgive
If we fall, we can rise again
Learn the lesson, be stronger
Inside of us, we have armour
Living a life of peaceful Zen
Count to ten before we explode
In this mode, we can say amen*
(c) ladyleemanila 2017
* Jeffreys Sonnet
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TRUST MUST NEVER BITE THE DUST
By Neel Anil Panicker
“No Mr Krishna, that’s not enough. You need to do more. Much more than what you have done?”
The Director of ‘Coaching First’ scratched his bald head, looked across the table at the girl sitting opposite to him and wondered what else could he do or have done.”
‘But what else is there to be done, Akshara. The guilty has been punished. In fact I have slapped him with a suspension order”. I have also…’
“Cut it, Mr Director. Slapped with a suspension order! What a joke! These are mere tokenisms. Jingoism, I would say. Playing to the gallery. What you did is nothing out of the ordinary though I admit even this much is beyond someone else. But believe me, I would have been more happy if you had slapped that…
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PAIN, TRUTH’S PESKY COUSIN, SETS YOU FREE
By Neel Anil Panicker
Pin drop silence prevailed; all eyes hooked onto the dashing young man at the front, all ears latching onto every single word that was being uttered.
Rachel, sitting in the front rows, closed her eyes and wandered into dreamland.
“It’s all in the eyes, the way we perceive things, look at people.
They are what we chose them to be—- our best friends, or worst enemies.”
‘What is it about love that makes you go weak in the knees; leaves you mumbling and fumbling, trembling and stumbling like a gawky ten year old?’
Rachel opened her eyes and gazed into the man in front of her.
No Gucci shoes or Armani suit, Rolex watch or Bond Street tailored clothes?
No Body Shop fragrance oozing out of a six pack six foot tall movie star persona? Not even…
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Very well expressed piece…
I find the whole trust issue a difficult one to deal with. I say this as I have trust issues myself.
You could say that as a damaged person you are within your rights to feel trust is something you hunger for, but you are always wary of anyone who purports to be suggesting that is how they feel about you as your past tells you things can change in an instant.
I think trust comes simply by being yourself. The people around you will see you for who you say you are. It’s the consistency of character that makes or breaks you.
Having been married to a narcissist, and completely oblivious to the fact of that is what she was, I am a slow learner, I devoted far too much of my life to running around pleasing her and eventually learning she was not a person I could trust…
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No… my every planned move… my challenge…
To defy hypocrisy… a false smile…
All hypocrisy… a fear… the truth hides
Little white lies hide my hypocrisy… fear
To try to have the courage… strength to speak
My convictions brought to the fore… my truths
New moves I have to plan… my honesty… my life
Mick Talbot 2017
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 5
if I had power
the magic to save this world
remove all evil
no trepidation… freedom
to live… guided by nature…
Mick Talbot 2017
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #Week 6
Intensity has a new format. Read on …
I have skittered around the jagged rim of it –
have cringed from its septic snag, standing well back,
pressing against the walls of my cell in the undisguised hell of my life,
thinking to escape its gnashing teeth.
I’ve hidden behind a false smile or fallen with
silent or searing scream while the buzzing in my brain kept
sanity away and all the time I believed
I was being brave.
Don’t give in to it. Don’t let it in or
the monsters will carry you away.
It will scratch your skin, but if you have the will you can
be a wisp of smoke, a ribbon of unreality, you can
cease to be if only for the moment. You can
die in spirit so the hurt won’t reach you. You can
escape the worst of it.
And suddenly it engulfs you, all of it, every last bit, every
truth…
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Patricia suggests an alternate approach to dealing with pain.
