The Painting

The eyes glanced to and fro or so it seemed The eyes belonged to a man painted in oil who in life was never redeemed πŸŒ‘ The man in black no one knew his name had existed in that painting since the very day he had died in shame πŸŒ‘ For centuries he had watched […]

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The Now

This poem is now not the past not the future As I sit listening πŸŒ‘ Locked in my room at my desk dealing with tittle tattle I hear πŸŒ‘ Looking at my computer reading emails watching messages pop up Laughter is heard πŸŒ‘ I stop listen become engulfed in happiness

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Theft

A paradox some of us are The real us is not what you see from afar πŸŒ‘ Those who don’t know see us as a bore Whereas we are childlike and much much more πŸŒ‘ The magic of youth has never quite left We haven’t succumbed to world weariness theft

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Senses

I think we must be blind We don’t see the world as others do We see conflict, suffering  πŸŒ‘ I think we must be deaf We don’t hear the world as others do We hear cries for help, pleas  πŸŒ‘ I think we must be voiceless  Our voices are unheard  We shout but are just […]

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Paradox

Our faith is our heart Our courage comes from our faith πŸŒ‘ Our belief is our knowledge Our path follows our belief πŸŒ‘ Our sanity comes from peace Peace is found in our heart πŸŒ‘ Our spirit is our aura Our aura is found in our faith πŸŒ‘ Our values are our own Derived from […]

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The Reflection

Is it real Is it imagined As I gaze into your surface It’s not a reflection I see πŸŒ‘ I see Something indistinct but familiar From this world but not πŸŒ‘ I look away distracted As I look back at your surface I see me

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The Rocky Hill

Birth death In between each and every Breath πŸŒ‘ Unsteadily we roam the tightrope of Life in an effort to find our soul’s true home πŸŒ‘ Veering between the Dark and the Light we seek a path to that which is hopeful and bright πŸŒ‘ The path we choose is unique to each and all […]

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Building Bricks of Dreams

Building bricks of dreams A childhood filled with any fantasy small hands could build πŸŒ‘ Cars, planes, various types of boat houses Once even a castle with a moat πŸŒ‘ Imagination overdrive Any time any place could be built From medieval sieges to a F1 race πŸŒ‘ The building bricks of dreams A treasure to […]

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Seconds

Seconds become minutes minutes become hours hours become days days become years πŸŒ‘ As I reflect I see what I have been Consider what has been achieved πŸŒ‘ All those seconds so few memories Time lost into a void an existence of nothing πŸŒ‘ So I vow makes use of the days Days become hours […]

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Swaying

The gentle movement draws me in πŸŒ‘ The slow hypnotic methodical swaying mesmerises πŸŒ‘ Just focused on the motion I feel serenity wash over me πŸŒ‘ For a moment or two Any troubles dissipate into the void

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Where do WP’ers disappear to?

It’s something that has been playing on my mind for sometime. Since I started on WP there has been a number of occasions where I’ve seen someone busily using WP and then all of a sudden they are gone. Just like that in a blink. I guess often it could be down to personal circumstances […]

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The Serpent

The Serpent of Life Constricts without liberation πŸŒ‘ We struggle to free ourselves The more we wrestle the tighter the Serpent becomes πŸŒ‘ To overcome the Serpent Faith and hope within should be discovered ignited

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Inspiration

I follow quite a few on WordPress who have challenges in life or with mental health. All I really want to say in this post is that I find you all an inspiration. Seeing what you say and how obstacles and challenges are overcome is humbling. Blessed be to you. Stuart

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The Unturned Stone

The unturned stone A conundrum to turn or not to turn πŸŒ‘ Curiosity encourages the turning Caution warns to leave alone πŸŒ‘ Whichever we choose consequences reside under the stone

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Wandering

Epiphany I have had Once again I lost myself I hadn’t noticed πŸŒ‘ Lost in the fog of life priorities mis-shuffled inconsequencial’s important πŸŒ‘ Path I’ve never had one I’m happy to meander Wandering as myself I am again

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We Will Never Be

We will never be Warriors peace rests in our core πŸŒ‘ We will never be Haters understanding permeates our thoughts πŸŒ‘ We will never be Perfect self-awareness exists in us πŸŒ‘ We always be Ourselves true to who we are

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Mental Health

I think in these bizarre times many of us have found that our mental health has suffered. Being locked down, encountering financial insecurity, missing loved ones. I talked about this more on my previous blog Lost in Nowhere but I’ve had my own β€œchallenges” over the years and still do. The terrible mistake I made […]

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Group Hug

I think maybe the WP community needs a group hug day or something. Reading various posts, pure heartfelt emotion and feelings are shown and WP’ers (if that is such a thing) provide wonderful support to each other. I wonder if that should be commemorated in some way. Happy to be shouted down! 😊

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Newborn

Our lives are in reverse We are purest when born πŸŒ‘ No prejudice No preconception Just wonder πŸŒ‘ As we grow purity diminishes as life is experienced πŸŒ‘ To be pure as a newborn

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The Weary Mole

We peek out of our bunkers like weary moles Blinking into the light to see the shine of a new dawn πŸŒ‘ Our eyes may be red unable to focus We may be disorientated confused πŸŒ‘ But like the weary mole we have a conundrum To head back down into our hole and hide from […]

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The Lords of War

In whose name do they fight Differences they can only settle by might πŸŒ‘ Levellers of destruction The Lords of War Causing carnage laughing bathing in the gore πŸŒ‘ No mandate no plebiscite The Lords of War humanity’s most terrible blight

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The Lists

As I sit and reflect I make a list Depression tick Anxiety tick Suicidal twice tick πŸŒ‘ Now I tear up the list start afresh Love tick Hope tick Future most definitely tick πŸŒ‘ We must always remember to make two lists tick

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Smoke

Clear smoke muffles our sight Paradoxical noise blurs our hearing πŸŒ‘ Eyes tightly closed allows us to see Ears completely blocked allows us to hear

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Flee

A solitary soul at peace when he is alone He doesn’t comb his hair nor wear smelly cologne πŸŒ‘ But don’t get me wrong he is not a slob He just can’t see the point of covering his hair with blob πŸŒ‘ Some would say his clothes have seen better days But hey clothes were […]

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Faith

The young boy cries unhappiness and sadness invades his soul a parasite of darkness πŸŒ‘ As I look I wish to speak to him tell him what will be there will be a cure the parasite can be defeated πŸŒ‘ Faith is the cure faith in yourself deep within well hidden but it is there […]

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The Ember

The whirlpool swirled around me I was lifted higher and higher My soul awoke with a tremor πŸŒ‘ After decades of slumber barely seen ember burst into flame πŸŒ‘ The long sleep was finally over

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Time

As I step back through time I see what once was simple garments wood being chopped πŸŒ‘ My hand wielding the axe the clothing is mine A beard I feel rough and unkempt πŸŒ‘ As I look I see not a soul just trees just the Earth πŸŒ‘ When there is no clue Is this […]

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A Glimpse

Is it darkness I see For my eyes are tightly shut Just emptiness nothing more πŸŒ‘ Yet I sense more Dancing lights and shadows I can behold πŸŒ‘ Just a deception of the mind But could be more A glimpse into someplace unknown

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Autumn Leaves

As gusts scatter the autumn leaves the storm sweeps away our sanity In a cruel twist we watch it disperse πŸŒ‘ As the cyclone does it’s worse we build the barricades but to no avail The walls come crumbling down

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Kaleidoscope of Many Things

What am I? A husband father friend πŸŒ‘ I’m a kaleidoscope of many things None shine brightly The whole is a dull shimmering light With occasional flares of colour πŸŒ‘ I’m a chameleon to many I am what you want Different for each person But that is not me πŸŒ‘ I am a kaleidoscope of […]

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The Eyes

Smothering air Spectral darkness Isolated Lost πŸŒ‘ A wrong turn taken, dead end found Decision, retrace steps or wait in the ghostly gloom πŸŒ‘ Foot steps heard a distance away but seemingly getting closer πŸŒ‘ Silence maybe misheard, mistaken just paranoia setting in Calm returns πŸŒ‘ Breathing slows heartbeat softens The panic has retreated πŸŒ‘ […]

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