A movie star in the making but at the moment he’s treading the boards he pretends he’s shy but he’s nothing like it he could even be a drama queen.
Well, maybe not strike that one out.
He’s a beautiful man so clean and fresh and tidy but there’s one problem he talks so very high such a pity.
Actually, he could be a man in drag and why not?
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Image credit: Sander Sammy @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a man holding a white face mask which is hiding half of his face. Only his light brown eyes and forehead are visible.
Earth Day – Monday 22nd April 2024 The poem is a metaphor. From the start of begin of the of beautiful Mother Earth around the world. Then it moves on. The planet is smaller, more unsure and frightening, wondering how life with remain.
For a little while, during lockdown and covid, Mother Earth had a brief respite where the noise of engines fell silent and wild animals walked the streets, it seemed that nature just might have a chance, but once again, pollution spews, plastic continues to fill the oceans and the ice caps are melting even more quickly.
I am particularly pleased that Robbie Cheadle read my poems What will become of us? You Tube – there it is.
Purchase Poetry Treasures 3: Passions from Books2Readand Amazon: Paperbook and Kindle (sadly for me, only ebook is available from South Africa, but never mind).
However, during the month of April, all poetry volumes on the WordCrafter Press backlist are on sale for only $2.99 each. Find this with Kaye Lynne Boothhere.
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I first wrote my poem, ‘What will become of us?‘ back in April 2019 from the prompt ‘What do you see?‘ from the wonderful Hélène Vaillant, although sadly she’s gone to a better place.
just a little hug good guys always friends all it needs
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Image credit: Josue Escoto @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows two men hugging. The expression on the face of the man facing the camera is quite intense and emotional.
Monkey was always a little friend but he only lived on the couch
Monkey liked to play with his people but often he was alone
Monkey could look out to see what’s happening but he had nothing to say
But one day he has a new friend and he certainly looks familiar…
He used to live in Darkest Peru but now he’s called Paddington
Monkey and Paddington talk all day and sometimes they get into mischief!
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Image credit:Anastasiia Krutota@ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows two stuffed toys sitting on a cushion. The monkey on one side has its arm around the other stuffed toy that appears to be a hybrid between a bear and a penguin. (you can imagine your own combination)
she walked silently slowly measuring each step then she stops and thinks
she gently walks again listening in the cloisters, is there someone there?
she turns around quickly holding her notebook and pen, but no-one is there
it’s so difficult when you’re a writer
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Image credit:Nickola Johnny Mirkovic @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an arched veranda, where multiple pillars support a high vaulted ceiling. The sun is casting shadows on the wall behind the veranda. At the end of it is a fancy door.
growing up on distant continents without a common tongue lives so seemingly different rich north, poor south experiences diametrically opposed
and yet
sharing corresponding smiles weeping mutual sorrows our hearts are touched by the same love and loss
because, in the end we are all sisters under the skin
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This week’s image is in honor of international women’s day, celebrated on March 8th. This image shows a diverse group of five women holding a placard on which the word “ WOMEN” is written in bold letters. In the background you can see other people holding different placards too.
I wrote my poem back in 2020. It was also International Women’s Day too. I wanted to remind us that wherever we may be in the world, we have a bond of common experience. I’ve found it when travelling in parts of rural Greece and Spain and, when I moved to South Africa and met women from more diverse cultures and with very different life experiences, this connection came even more sharply into focus for me.
Another reason is for my lovely friend, Michnavs – Poetry by Mich. Here’s her powerful and beautiful book: After Rain Skies by Michelle Ayon Navajas. My review is here too.
the darkness is midnight the moon is misty and all the stars are hiding
the man stands staring in the distance his feet are poised should he stay or should he go?
a moment later the stars are back again the moon is radiant
his soul brings hope he straightens his hat it’s time to go
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Image credit: Darksouls 1 @ Pixabay
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a monochrome photo of a man wearing a suit and a hat, standing at the edge of a small stone bridge. The man is facing away from us. There is a full moon visible in the background and some trees. The whole scene is surrounded by fog.
I can see footprints but there is only me here trudging in the snow
a moment later and now there are two people that’s so much better
let’s walk together and do you know who it is? it’s Piglet and Pooh!
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Image credit:Moostapper@Pixabay For the visually challenged reader, this image showsa deep blue sky and mountains in the distance. The ground is covered by snow and a single track of footprints is seen headed towards the mountains.
She stared at the bridge looking at the train getting closer she walked along the metal grid as the train was almost here, as it closed the gap she grabbed the ledge, holding on hoping, wishing.
The water was deep below blazing in the wide river shimmering in the sun.
The last thing she said was ‘free my mind’ and she flung herself and fell down down gone.
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Image credit: Suefeldberg For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a wall graffiti painted on a metallic side of bridge; FREE YOUR MIND.
wave on wave, back and forth the moon clicking on, waxing and waning by month, by month, by month
the mind is drifting the spirit is dancing the body is shattered
but now the stars are sparkling flinging around with joy
this is freedom
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Image credit:Jona 162@ pixabay For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a figure of a young woman / girl sitting by the waterside. Part of her body is solid whilethe rest seems to be evaporating in vapour from.
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