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That Which Makes Us
That which makes us Art full In this month of transition heart full All our yesterdays ear full As summer gives way in August (I found myself and didn't love him) hear full Shadows form and dissipate eat full In this month of transition great full On mists of winds of change earn full As summer gives way in August (but I'm trying to love him, to love me) yearn full And life is full of poor players old full In this month of transition hold full And tyrants and repugnant degenerates ick full As summer gives way in August (but love is easier when it's not said in a mirror, when it's said to someone else, at the start of the day, at the end of the night, before during and after play) trick full But good wheat among the chaff ion full In this month of transition lion full Reaching out for safety or security or to feel connected man full As summer gives way in August (I realised too many hard truths. The ones I had buried. The ones I had "lost" on purpose, by order of my ego for self preservation and self contamination) human full Until we all fall one - tranquillo under breath (two three four) full In this month of transition lone full Until we all fall alone full As summer gives way in August (though now we are in November, and I remember and forgive and look at me different, the me in the mirror, the one I find hard so desperately hard to say face to face with partition between us, I love you. But we're in November now and we'll be in November again and maybe just maybe things will be... ) and full Until the fall stand full standalone full
By Paul Stewartabout 9 hours ago in Poets
Before I Cross The Veil
VERSE 1 It looks prolific now, but it’s the life I never told, Sixty‑six years in boxes, pages waiting to unfold. Every line unfinished, every truth I tried to hide, Now I’m pulling all the pieces back from where they lived inside.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriora day ago in Poets
Dance Before the Battle
[Verse 1] You don't hand a man a weapon Till he's learned to turn and sway, Till his boots can find the measure And his hands know how to play. Let him learn the reel and round dance, Let him laugh and let him sing; There's a steadier heart within him When he's moved by gentler things. [Chorus] Teach him how to dance before the battle, Teach him verse before the sword; Let him know the tender language Of the heart and of the soul. For a hand that learns compassion May be strong and still be kind; Put a poem in his keeping Before war is on his mind. [Verse 2] Let him read the lines of poets, Hear what sorrow has to say; Let him sit beside the grieving, Let him learn another's way. Teach him every skill of war then, If that hard hour must come; But first show him what he's guarding— Every life, and every home. [Chorus] Teach him how to dance before the battle, Teach him verse before the sword; Let him know the tender language Of the heart and of the soul. For a hand that learns compassion May be strong and still be kind; Put a poem in his keeping Before war is on his mind. [Bridge] A measured step, a page held open, A quiet word when anger calls; The soul that knows the weight of beauty Will think twice before it falls. [Final Chorus] Teach him how to dance before the battle, Teach him verse before the sword; Let him know the tender language Of the heart and of the soul. For a hand that learns compassion May be strong and still be kind; Put a poem in his keeping Before war is on his mind. [Outro] Teach him how to dance, Teach him how to feel; Let the soul be schooled in beauty Before he learns to wield.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriora day ago in Poets
The Hand That Opens The Door
Verse 1] They gave you a crown made of iron and rules, A sword for the silence, a mask for the room. You learned how to stand where the doorway was wide, And never to ask what was kept locked inside. [Pre-Chorus] Come down from the throne, Lay the old armor aside. There’s more than one name For the life you can live. [Chorus] King, warrior, lover, magician, Four roads in the heart, not a cage to remain in. Hold power with care, let your tenderness speak; Be brave enough to change, be strong enough to weep. No single old story can tell you who you are— You are the hand that can open the door. [Verse 2] The king keeps the table, the fields, and the flame; The warrior protects without worshipping pain. The lover sees beauty in ordinary things; The magician asks what a new choice could bring. [Pre-Chorus] Not masters or masks, Not a test to be passed. They’re maps in the dust; You may redraw the path. [Chorus] King, warrior, lover, magician, Four roads in the heart, not a cage to remain in. Hold power with care, let your tenderness speak; Be brave enough to change, be strong enough to weep. No single old story can tell you who you are— You are the hand that can open the door. [Bridge] At the well, by the oak, Where the village stories turn, Ask the boy you once were What he still hopes to learn. He does not need a throne, He does not need a war; Give him room to choose his name, And room to choose once more. [Final Chorus] King, warrior, lover, magician, Four lights in the heart, no one held in a prison. Hold power with care, let your tenderness speak; Be brave enough to change, be strong enough to weep. No single old story can tell you who you are— You are the hand that can open the door. [Outro] Lay the old armor down. Keep what is true. Make a wider story Big enough for you.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriora day ago in Poets
Keepers of Our Own True Face
[Verse 1] They named the measure, drew the line Said we should borrow someone’s shine But I have carried my own dawn A whole bright country, all along [Pre-Chorus] Not an echo, not a half-made flame I have a thousand ways to name The life that moves beneath my skin The strength that starts where I begin [Chorus] We are not shadows of another shape We are the keepers of our own true face Blessed in the making, beautiful and free A living wonder, whole as we can be Lift up your heart, let every daughter see The sacred power of being fully me [Verse 2] In every age, in every place We made a home, we made a way With open hands and iron will We turn the seeds beneath us still [Pre-Chorus] Not an echo, not a borrowed name Our many forms are not the same And every voice that dares to rise Can teach the earth a new sunrise [Chorus] We are not shadows of another shape We are the keepers of our own true face Blessed in the making, beautiful and free A living wonder, whole as we can be Lift up your heart, let every daughter see The sacred power of being fully me [Bridge] No need to harden into someone else No need to ask permission to be whole Our tenderness can hold its ground Our difference is a strength profound [Final Chorus] We are not shadows of another shape We are the keepers of our own true face Blessed in the making, beautiful and free A living wonder, whole as we can be Lift up your heart, let every daughter see The sacred power of being fully me The sacred power of being fully me [Outro] Fully here, fully known In our own light, in our own home
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriora day ago in Poets
We Were Holy
(This is designed to be read a bit differently, almost like a play with two angels as voices) [Voice 1] We were holy before they named us small. [Voice 2] Who made us holy? [Voice 1] We did. We did. [Verse 1] [Voice 1] My aunt could mend a quarrel with a bowl of pears. [Voice 2] My mother knew which herbs could quiet a fever. [Voice 1] We held whole families in the bend of an elbow. [Voice 2] We were never half of anybody. [Voice 1] Not a borrowed shape. [Voice 2] Not a softened copy. [Both] We were holy before they named us small. [Chorus] [Voice 1] We were holy before they named us small. [Voice 2] Who made us holy? [Voice 1] We did. We did. [Verse 2] [Voice 2] My body makes a feast from what it’s given. [Voice 1] My mind can hold a thousand open questions. [Voice 2] Our laughter shakes the solemn out of rooms. [Voice 1] Our tenderness has teeth when it must. [Voice 2] Call it blessed. [Voice 1] Call it ours. [Both] We were holy before they named us small. [Outro] [Voice 2] Who made us holy? [Voice 1] We did. [Both] We did.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warriora day ago in Poets
