Tag Archives: Verse

Peace Or Pieces?

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Only in the silence will you hear the voice of Love

When the world seems to be attacking you, all sides

Take a moment…

 

Retreat into the cavity of your heart

Be embraced by the peace…

That passes all understanding

 

Let go of the pieces, and

Let the peace do its work

 

You are only an actor

Playing a part

You don’t have to be a hero

Every day doesn’t have to be a slog

 

The power of love will nurture you

Without you even realising

 

Your hardships are your friends

For they cause you, unwittingly

To go on an inner journey

 

Once you set sail

The Ocean of Love will guide you

 

So, let go of the pieces

Welcome the peace, and

Be guided by Love

The Wisdom Of The Planets

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Hello planets!

Are you trying by your twinkling

To give me an inkling

Of the secrets you hold

Or, are you winking

Or just blinking

Or maybe thinking

That they are not to be told

 

The planets pondered this strange musing and replied…

 

We are neither winking nor blinking, but

We are most certainly thinking to ourselves

Why you look to the sky and not within

When all the secrets of the universe are within you

This is our lesson to your species

Do not be distracted by things that glitter

Do you not have a saying…

“All that glitters is not gold”

 

Do not look to the heavens

When the gold you seek is within you

 

 

 

Introspection

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Introspection, diving deep

Introspection, wake me from this sleep

The road seems so long, and

The journey so rough

At times, this soul feels like he’s had enough

Tired and weary, lethargic, withdrawn

Then all of a sudden

A wonderful new dawn

Creative juices gush forth

Flowers bloom

Ideas flow

Obliterating the gloom

Introspection, diving deep

Introspection, wake me from this sleep

The Rock

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Here is the second of my sea-related verses from my trip to Weston-Super-Mare.

Mighty rock, stone of wonder who or what has hewn you asunder?

Twas the sea, the mighty sea; the mighty sea did this to me.

But she laps so gently, she whispers calm? How can one so serene and tender fashion you thus?

I have no power in her presence, all melt before her. Like a skilled artisan has she fashioned me, with both her anger and her peace, for both are born out of love. Before, I was dull and unsightly, now I am born anew. I surrender to her whims and await my next adventure…

The Bristol Channel

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Photo by Ottr Dan on Unsplash

For those of you that have been reading my most recent posts, you will be aware that I was inspired by the violent storm that blew during my trip to Falmouth in Cornwall at the end of January. Although it was clearly not the worst storm ever, it was easily the worst one I’ve ever experienced first hand. In contrast to that, I couldn’t believe how tranquil the sea was during my trip to Weston-Super-Mare in North Somerset at the end of February. Once again, I was inspired to write and I came up with two poems/short stories that I shall be sharing this week. Here’s the first one:

I hear you in the distance talking to me; your tranquility speaks volumes. Almost as soon as I sit myself down, the birds serenade me with a symphony fit for a king. The cold breeze and the warm sun hug me in unison as I gaze out across the mud flats of Sand Bay, trying to fathom what you are saying. A sudden epiphany informs me that your message is in your silence.

A silence that transcends the birdsong, the breeze and the warmth of the sun.

A silence that speaks of Love, Love in all its purity, all its glory.

Oh Bristol Channel, I hear your silence loud and clear.

We are at peace…

A Question To The God Of Religion

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Hey Mister, yes, you! I’m talking to you. Answer me this? How come, “your” creation never fails to amaze us, it is constantly evolving and revealing untold wonders to us, but on the other hand, your religion continues to bask in the Dark Ages? Could the answer be twofold? Could it be that your religion is man-made and you don’t exist anyway? If that’s the case, I’m having this conversation with myself.

And another thing…

Your Lord’s prayer is grossly outdated and not in line with the current evolutionary path of the human race. Now…all is not lost, so I don’t want you to worry. I’m about to put forward an amended version, which is more in line with the times. I had a go at this some months ago, so this is an amendment to the amended version.

PS – To the real God, I wouldn’t mind your opinion on this, and if you don’t fancy communicating telepathically, I’ll accept an email.

Heavenly Friend, who resides within us

Hallowed be our name

Our kingdom come

Our will be done

In the whole of creation

Thank you for meeting all our needs, and

For showing us that we do not need to be forgiven

Please lead us into temptation

In order that we may experience all aspects of life

Don’t deliver us from evil

But show us that evil only exists because we create it

For ours is the kingdom

The power to love gloriously

For ever and ever

Our friend

The Kindness Of The Stars – A Thought

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The scientists say, “light years divide us, what we see twinkling in the night sky is already long gone, they are already dead; long since exploded.” If that is the case, how kind and thoughtful of the stars to leave us such a fascinatingly beautiful legacy.

Beautiful Storm – A Short Story

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I recently went on a short trip to Falmouth in Cornwall; a truly beautiful part of the world. It just happened to coincide with the UK being battered by some ferocious storms. Indeed, it was the weather in Falmouth that inspired me to write this little story. As the days passed however, I learned that the rain in some areas had been so relentless, that homes and businesses had been flooded and people were in despair. There was also some loss of life due to falling trees. With all this in mind, I had second thoughts about posting this blog. However, after giving it careful consideration, I’ve decided to go ahead and post because everything has context, and I believe that the people who read my work will understand this and will also understand the context in which this post is written…so here goes…

Yesterday you were so calm and beautiful; you reflected the sun’s rays with such grace and elegance. But today you are angry, in fact, I’ve never seen you so angry. Along with your partners in crime, the wind and the rain, you have battered and lashed the coastline with such venom. What are you trying to tell us? Why do you protest?

 

The sea replied…

 

Beauty lives everywhere! The problem lies not with the elements. The problem lies with the human trait of  judging everything as being good or bad. Until humans learn to see things exactly as they are, instead of being favourable or unfavourable, your species will continue to suffer.

 

So, look again my human friend, and gaze upon the most beautiful of storms.

 

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Falmouth, Cornwall 25/01/25

Passing Clouds – A Thought

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We are all but passing clouds on the airways of life. Like the clouds, we dissipate and reform, we shed tears; and we also collide. Sometimes the collisions are stunningly magnificent, we merge with another in love and produce a result that is enchantingly beautiful. Other times the collisions are like those of storm clouds, angry, dark and repellent. 

This could be thought of as a nonsensical comparison, considering that clouds are not sentient beings and humans are. But, I believe that we have a lot to learn from nature and I also believe that we may have a lot more in common with her than we may think; we are, after all, made of the same stuff, and that stuff is in constant motion. If you consider that all objects, all phenomena; including our species, on this dreamland stage are conceived of consciousness, by consciousness and within consciousness, then the idea is not so fanciful.

Would The Earth Say No To A Raindrop – A Short Story

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There is no demon to judge you when the time comes to surrender your body. The only judgement you will ever encounter is the judgement that emits from the human ego; oozing like puss from a sore.

The source welcomes all home with open arms. Whether beggar, king or thief there is no difference when the soul is laid bare.

Have you ever known the sea to refuse a river? Does a tree check your status before offering shelter and fruit? Would the earth say “No” to a raindrop that fell from the sky?

So, polish your metaphorical shoes, don your metaphorical suit and tie, and when the time comes…

Smile, and dive into the arms of love.