Reblogs – Reena Saxena & Lorraine Lewis

We are always presented with choices in our interactions. Watch people, listen for inconsistencies in their actions, and respond accordingly for self-preservation. You have the power to control your emotional environment.

Power is contextual by Reena Saxena

I exercise choice
to act, but have no control
on others’ response
Pause, evaluate, respond
face consequences boldly

I Said Goodbye by Lorraine Lewis

I said Goodbye to
Hypocrisy dressed in white
Covering the black

2022

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #212 – It’s new… does it mean it’s welcome?
& Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Chapter

another year
another chapter
it’s new… does it mean it’s welcome

… only if it brings us something better
what does better even mean
seems insurmountable

the division, the animosity, the inhumanity
politics, people, our ever-deteriorating climate
it’s not new… but some positive change would be welcome

Our Humanity

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Peace & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #201

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

Reblogs – Murray Robertson & Frank Solanki

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?

Sheltered by Murray Robertson

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 by Frank Solanki

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

Wordle #484

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.