He could be worth the trouble.
The kind where foolish doesn’t know it’s foolish.
Mainly when they double down on the dumb.
A blemish on
the gene pool
who would have thought
being a stranger in a very strange land
looking for better opportunities, peace
and respite from the atrocities of war
would mean a continued fight against another’s bigotry
it hurts this humanist’s heart
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed pulling from my collection of read poetry that is recent and from further back to share with you. It’s remarkable to me how they somehow line up to share similar concepts or emotions, or maybe it’s me reading that into them? What do you think?
shaded, underneath taller plants sheltered from such storms as may arise, we should have such fortune: friends in high places, as we never imagined. we can always consider how beautiful: humility we can also consider just what we should be
I am not a bad person
Just covered in pile of dirt
Layers and layers and layers
Layers of pain and hurt
Look at me closely though
Through the dark of skin
A treasure chest of love
You shall find within
Would the stories in pictures on the wall touch upon the black secrets of Harroway Hall? I think not. But I’m sure random flies and their narrow view at small parties would probably elicit very hushed yet profound tales of those gathered. I would throw money down that I was correct. But first, fresh country air was calling.
“Hold my jacket, James,” realizing it would be getting warmer. “Hopefully, she is better at following my lead this morning after yesterday’s disastrous ride.“
“Yes, sir. The wire you made me tape onto the whip should provide you the results you want.
in our private world
free to be
but in public
we disguise ourselves
don’t reflect actuality
hidden behind facades
in plain sight
reality is best served
people don’t have patience
for the truth
or we don’t have the time
to speak it
to callous beings
wearing their own screen
Angelique’s piece is a wonderful analogy of how the gazillion individuals lives resembles the gazillion books out there. Enjoy!
I looked out into the world
And I saw it
We are all main characters in our own books
I couldn’t unsee what I had seen
All of us walking around with pages and chapters
With bookmarks to save the important parts
With spines and bindings
Or stained with living
I can’t unsee it now
The way our lives play out
Like the chapters in a book
Like stories to be told
With love and heartbreak
And body aches
I saw the words written on everyones face
“He had a rough past, and now he’s struggling to reach his future”
“Her heart has just been broken, but she fought on for her daughter”
“He said goodbye to his dad not knowing it would…
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“A three-week trip to India was a real shock to me. This country left a double impression in my soul. On the one hand, this is a magical fairy tale, motley and bright, and on the other, beggarly neighborhoods, areas and entire cities, on the streets of which hundreds of thousands of homeless people live. Looking at the faces of these people, I decided to make a series of portraits in order to shed true light on how the majority of the population of India lives. Most of the people I shot never saw a camera in their life, and what was their surprise when they saw their portrait on the displays. Such sincere delight, I have not met for a long time … Their faces are illuminated by a smile, eyes glowing with happiness, all this and much more should serve as an example for modern society. After all, no matter what, people living in poverty are still able to enjoy the little things … “– tells traveler photographer Roberto Pazzi (Roberto Pazzi).
she lived a hard life
weathered and yet beautiful
soul etched in her skin