Poem No. 152: “The Journey” by Mary Oliver

Gedichte, poems

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice –
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
“Mend my life!”
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do –
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Tipp No. 139: “Bärenstark – Strong As A Bear” by the Cartoonist & Illustrator Steffen Butz (Germany)

arts, Cartoons, Creatures, humor, Insights, Kunst, Tipps

Could you follow
your low, animal (brute) instincts
at least once week?!
She: If the bee extinction continues like that,
there will be no honey in the future anymore.
He: Well, we will eat just the beekeepers.
Damn, Hubert! We `ve got a caver in our toilet again!
Strange that there are always parts left over…
You will get better…, don`t worry.
Darling, I’ve found a personal trainer for us.
Finally, I got an unpleasant feeling when he told me, he is an emotional / stress eater with a fear of flying.
Yes! Scratch me, bite me, give me animal names!
The self-made baby changing table was really nice.

About The Cartoonist & Illustrator Steffen Butz…
https://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steffen_Butz

Poem No. 194: “Let Birds” – by Linda Gregg (1942-2019)

Creatures, Gedichte, poems
Eight deer on the slope
in the summer morning mist.
The night sky blue.
Me like a mare let out to pasture.
The Tao does not console me. 
I was given the Way 
in the milk of childhood. 
Breathing it waking and sleeping.
But now there is no amazing smell
of sperm on my thighs,
no spreading it on my stomach
to show pleasure. 
I will never give up longing. 
I will let my hair stay long. 
The rain proclaims these trees,
the trees tell of the sun.
Let birds, let birds.
Let leaf be passion.
Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be
between us. Let joy.
Let entering. Let rage and calm join.
Let quail come.
Let winter impress you. Let spring. 
Allow the ocean to wake in you.
Let the mare in the field
in the summer morning mist
make you whinny. Make you come 
to the fence and whinny. Let birds.

Poem No. 75: “You will never see Me fall” by Joyce Alcantara

Gedichte, poems

You may see me struggle, 
but you won’t see me fall. 
Regardless if I’m weak or not, 
I’m going to stand tall. 

Everyone says life is easy, 
but truly living it is not.
Times get hard, 
people struggle
and constantly get put on the spot. 

I’m going to wear the biggest smile, 
even though I want to cry. 
I’m going to fight to live,
even though I’m destined to die. 
And even though it’s hard 
and I may struggle through it all,
you may see me struggle…
but you will NEVER see me fall.

Poem No. 80: “Changing The Past” by Donna

Gedichte, poems, Psychologie, psychology
“Letting Go” – Lantern Festival / Thailand

The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be,
The mistakes they made in their life.
Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened, 
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime 
Happens for reasons unknown,
So you have to let the cards unfold. 
Let your story be shown.

Don’t get wrapped up in the negative.
Be happy with what you have been given.
Live for today not tomorrow.
Get up, get out, and start living,

Because the past is the past for a reason.
It’s been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It’s done, it’s unchangeable; move on.

Poem No. 96: “The Ocean” by B. Gosling

Gedichte, Nature, poems

The waves trickle along my toes.
The soft ocean sprays across my nose.
The sand was compliant under my feet,
Exactly where the ocean and it decide to meet.

The water rose and enveloped around my shin.
The salt water numbing against the skin.
A shell drifted, caught in the tide,
A tiny crab adrift inside.

The water drifted up to my hips,
A million kisses from the ocean’s lips.
A gentle caress from the deep blue,
Though it would’ve been better if it was from you…

The water enveloped around my waist.
A thousand tiny fingers around me laced.
The horizon calls, it beckons me
Out towards it, across the sea.

Shared No. 129: “Family Photo Friday!” — by John Spiers (Blog: My Life With Gracie)

arts, Cartoons, Creatures, Gedichte, humor, Kunst, Nature, poems, Tipps, Uncategorized, Zen

How about showing your appreciation and love to your friends?

Let them know, you are always there, even if you don`t see them.
The beautifully illustrated book “Seasons of Friendship” might be a nice gesture to do so.

Or do you like to make a new friend? Then show your true colors… and be kind and mindful!

Same time, you can support the charity work of ladies of the St. John`s Church in Portsmouth / Virginia, who will benefit of the sales.

You are welcome on John` s blog: “My Life with Gracie”, where you can find further details about the eBook for download and its paperback version.

The latter offers the opportunity to make your gift even more special by personalizing the book. You can leave a private message, quote or poem with your signature (you can find many friendship poems here at wordpress).
For a preview of the book, please click here…

John`s first beautiful first book “SEASONS OF FRIENDSHIP”
A collection of heart-warming stories & wisdoms of his charming backyard chickens

“SEASONS OF FRIENDSHIP” now available also as paperback book

This book is perhaps best read outdoors in a shady peaceful spot, perhaps in your own little backyard garden, real or imagined. Whether you read just one chapter at a time, one seasonal section at a time, or the entire book all in one leisurely afternoon, it doesn’t matter. Whatever you choose as a reader, I hope you will imagine Gracie and the others sitting at your feet, bringing you peace and friendship. For more details…

CARING IS SHARING!

These are the stairs to the St. John`s Episcopal Church in Portsmouth which supports homeless people and all others who need help.
Let`s be kind and care for each other…

Poem No.189: “To My Friend Who Is Getting Married Tomorrow” – by Joie Yin (Malaysia)

Gedichte, poems

To My Friend Who Is Getting Married Tomorrow

We met each other in college
It was in two thousand and seven
Along the years we have age
Friendship years have been eleven.

Being friends were never easy
But you were there for me
When I doubted my own reality
This friendship is meant to be.

Yesterday we were much younger
We laughed, fought and recovered
We’ve rebuilt this friendship stronger
To this stage of life we have reached.

Today I have captured moments
That will never repeat itself again
We shared a hug of happiness
I hope these blessings will maintain.

Tomorrow is your wedding day
Celebrating two lovebirds together
I’ll sing a little prayer for you to say
For a marriage of happily ever after.