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.

Put On

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #150 – Illusions

in our private world
free to be

but in public
we disguise ourselves

masks worn
don’t reflect actuality

hidden behind facades
in plain sight

reality is best served
with illusions

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

Reblog – I Can’t Unsee It Now by Angelique Rose

Angelique’s piece is a wonderful analogy of how the gazillion individuals lives resembles the gazillion books out there. Enjoy!

Never Silence the Madness

I looked out into the world

And I saw it

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We are all main characters in our own books

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I couldn’t unsee what I had seen

All of us walking around with pages and chapters

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With bookmarks to save the important parts

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With spines and bindings

Pristine

Or stained with living

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I can’t unsee it now

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The way our lives play out

Like the chapters in a book

Like stories to be told

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With love and heartbreak

With turmoil

And body aches

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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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What These Eyes Have Seen

“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