inspirational
Inspirational poetry is just the thing to lift your spirits or rejuvenate your creativity.
Take Pleasure In America
Introduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Raise a Glass to America" Challenge, which you can check out here. The music is a wonderful medley by Spirit of "Tampa Jam" "America The Beautiful", and "The Times They Are A-Changing". I love Randy California's (sadly missed) ethereal voice, though his father-in-law's (Ed Cassidy/Jack Bond) is a bit fierce on the first piece.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
One More Hit
Yearning and cravings so bright they trip the light of my hovering steel wings flapping above dreams of one more hit in that sanctuary called No Return. I never asked for steady hands. I've held the ones that clawed and cried and dragged themselves through wastelands. It calls me by a different name at wrong turns, while the spurned hours of an old epoch forget the single seed buried beneath the slow, clotted bleed of using and drinking. Your name has not changed for what you've done. Not forever, just one hour, the whole unbroken sky for hating yourself self a little less. My trauma cinched these seat belts tight, a cul-de-sac of knowing where freedom devours its own shadow. And my small, defiant body. Or that tiny ass up in my face blocking the view of a pile of benzos. I'm not scrubbed-clean altars. I'm the the burnt-down house, still standing crooked but not in your way. But I take another, and another still, the porous pill so full of promise, a small white lie of overspreading pall. It swears my words can grow talons again, that my stories can sharpen into eagle eyes. I've seen you curled like a comma, unfinished, in rooms where the light gave up and left. So, I stop. There is no such thing as escape. For having created a god who learns to die, the likelihood of moving again in form, wicked or not, in a teacup of temptation, is so significant it hurts. Tomorrow you'll want to burn this poem, call it weakness, call it a lie. That's better than pretending the wolf's gone by.
By Paul Aaron Domenick4 months ago in Poets
Meeting Yourself in the Present Moment
Spiritual practice is not about meeting God, but about meeting yourself. Spiritual practice and life are one. The purpose of spiritual practice is to solve practical problems in life. Talking about spiritual practice apart from life is inevitably an escape from reality. When spiritual practice begins with practical problems, every problem becomes a training ground. As long as you focus on the present moment, cooking, washing dishes, and doing housework are also forms of spiritual practice.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing4 months ago in Poets
I Miss the Molecular, Cellular Ions of the Ocean
I Miss the Molecular, Cellular Ions of the Ocean I miss the molecular, Cellular ions of the ocean. I miss living by the water where my hair stays soft instead of dry and kinky, Where the sand slid between my toes And the ocean spray kissed my skin As I waded out to my waist‑deep adventure. I miss the sunlight, the waves, The way the sand held my body’s heat and the salt water Pulled inflammation from my bones. The ocean wasn’t a vacation. It was medicine, the kind that works on the nervous system, The kind that remembers you. The sand embodied my molecules as I walked the shoreline, Each step is a conversation between earth and skin. Now I live in a desert of possibilities, Grateful to be alive, But aware of the difference aware of How my body once breathed in rhythm with the tide. And still, the ocean lives in me. Cellular. Molecular. All the molecular ions of the ocean depth, Breathing life into cellular, molecules of me, Of Human life. I remember with every breath.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Ledger
It's not my job or my commission to make you feel at ease when you turn the page in my ledger R. A. P. I. D Slow E X p l I cate this then If you can butwheye No handholding or making things eas I E R C O N T R O L (Confined) Exhibit a: confirmed Distract from disaster Distater from scandal Scandal for scandal H E L P [Trapped] 10safety10 Six denotes Pleisure S T A B.u.t. it's not my job to make sure you're okay L A I S Escher Please a M.inutes C.ilence Don't you feel tired like Ytniatrec Is tyred?
By Paul Stewart4 months ago in Poets
