The Unseen Angel!

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Image credit; Kellepics @ Pixabay

The city reverberates a clamor

of chaos, despair and deceit.

It reeks with sins of ungrateful beings,

whose inexorable ways, rives through the heart.

My forlorn soul looks heavenward,

as it lulls itself to a teary slumber.

The chirrups of the birds, usher in dawn.

Radiant, yet tender rays brighten the eastern horizon

awakening the city from the coverlet of grey.

The faraway belfry, chimes across the firmament

unraveling the felicity, a new day brings.

I send out a prayer of gratitude, to the guardian angel,

unseen, yet whose wings of protective love, I feel

embracing my home, city and the world

from the diabolic fetters.

I tether on to that faith, to help me

maneuver my way through the labyrinth,

to overcome each obstacle of life,

armoredwith his benevolent grace.

Sadje’s WDYS #112

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Petrified

I’ve watched calcification of souls with slow accretion of deposits of apathy -disconnectedness rules I was alive once but chose petrification with concentrated spirits some day I hope to connect human rocks below infuse empathy in them maybe they see what I see maybe we connect better maybe they see value in going back to … Continue reading Petrified

What does Santa want?

https://open.spotify.com/episode/3SF4xdzWpsNxxApYhINpOr?si=2759c0253f224921 Santa appeared on my mobile screen late night. I expressed joy that Xmas has set in early. “No”, he said, “I won’t come till you content creators give me a revamped look.” “Would you like to dress differently? Beards have become stylish across the world.” “It doesn’t matter really. Let red and white change … Continue reading What does Santa want?

A child’s perspective

A child prays… When did happiness become a contraband good? It needs to be smuggled in the form of a cartoon flick when parents aren’t around or that  ice-cream stolen from the fridge. Why do they attach future loss to a pleasure indulged in right now? I live in the moment, and they- in fear … Continue reading A child’s perspective

Recycled — Poetry For Healing

Recycled Without warning The chilly wind of rejection Blustered Sweeping away a lifetime Of laughter and love Fragments of a life blown apart Jagged and sharp scraping and scratching at unhealed wounds Still leaving their bloody trails Redacted, reused and then recycled Shelf life expired Dispensed without further regard Callously and cruelly cast away Darkness…Recycled — … Continue reading Recycled — Poetry For Healing

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #211 – Santa’s Christmas

Santa’s Christmas ….by Michael

Michael's avatarMorpethroad

It was quite the dilemma when you consider that here was a guy who had everything and if he didn’t have it he could conjure it up or have the elves put in the long hours required to pull off the impossible.

It was a good thing that Santa was not all that materialistic. He was more your giving type of person so when, as happened each year, he was asked what do YOU want for Christmas he would always feel tongue-tied trying to think of what he might like.

It occurred to him that his needs were not what he got but rather what he gave.

There were so many people out there doing it tough. It had been a hard year for everyone what with the pandemic and the worry of climate change. Even the North Pole was a different place these days, with less snow, more rain…

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Single

I just want to be myself, not mingleI'm not a replica of your dream girlI just want to live life my own wayno one is allowed to lead me astray I'm not a replica of your dream girlI won't give in to what don't make senseno one is allowed to lead me astrayI'll be delivered … Continue reading Single

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted – Challenge #197

newepicauthor's avatarMindlovemisery's Menagerie

In 1966, ‘What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted’ was written for the Detroit Spinners, but Jimmy Ruffin who was the older brother of Temptations lead singer David Ruffin persuaded the writers (William Henry Weatherspoon, Paul Riser & James Anthony Dean) to let him record it.  At the time they were all hustling for material, so Jimmy walked up to the guy who wrote the lyrics, James Dean, while he was singing the rhythm track alongside the producer William Weatherspoon.  Jimmy was told that the song was intended for The Spinners, but he told them that he thought he could do a better job with the recording.  They let him try and they liked the way he sang it, so about two weeks later they finished recording it and getting the strings put on it.  This song is filled with heartache and misery, as Jimmy Ruffin’s love has departed, he is alone, in pain…

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Wilted chaos

Björn Rudberg (brudberg)'s avatarBjörn Rudbergs writings

In the bottom drawer
of his desk he keeps
his pieces, parts,,
and scribbled shorthand
notes and fragments,
pebble-thoughts and pearls

They are clamped together
with infernal shopping lists
for celebratory dinners
once eaten by his desk
in solitude;

There are IOU’s
from friends who passed,
receipts for paper,
ink and screws, his will
and the paper of divorce
he never signed;

there are quotes he wrote
himself and aphorisms,
a sonnet for a visitor
with whom he parted ways,
passport photos, tickets, briefs

In the bottom drawer
of his desk he keeps
his wilted chaos under lock and key,
while on the shelves beyond
(his library, his life)
perfection rules.

Wilted flower, my own picture

Today I host Open Link Live at dVerse which starts at 9 PM CET. I will read my new librarian poem.

December 9. 2021

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Yes, but….

Yes, you were nice to me today but why do you expect that I forget verbal blows and barbs you damaged me with and move ahead forgetfully whole holding splinters together with imagined glue knowing It will fall apart when I stop pretending you are normal and I’m whole Yes, you were nice to me … Continue reading Yes, but….