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Neha
Hello Everyone,
Hope you are all having a beautiful and colorful fall season so far…as a token of my appreciation to this blogging community, I would like to share a few more of my favorite blogs in this round of recommendations. Do check out my previous rec list and visit the blogs listed. Thank you all for your support! Below are another handful of my favorites, needless to say this is not the complete list, I took into account some of your recommendations that you had mentioned in the comments on my previous recommendation post back in August. Again please feel free to share beautiful bloggers you have come across (not guaranteed to be on next list but will definitely be under consideration). Again below in no particular order are a mix of old favorites and new gems! Please check out these amazingly talented bloggers listed below who I am honored to follow. 🙂
https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/ : Kim’s blog, Peace Love and Patchouli will take you to Neverland in waves of poetic imagination that will give your heart wings to fly. An old and dear favorite of mine!
https://atdoru.wordpress.com/: An amazing photography blog that I have followed for a long time. Doru’s captures speak volumes on his subjects!
https://afzalmoolla.wordpress.com/: Scribbled Verse by Afzal Moolla is a beautiful poetry blog. Afzal captivates the readers with thought provoking and heartfelt poetry.
https://syl65.wordpress.com/: Sylvester’s powerful and soulful posts is food for the creative soul. His poetry inspire other poets and readers to attain and seek beauty that lives in this world and beyond. Another absolute favorite!
https://justme01blog.wordpress.com/: beautiful genuine posts that taps the emotions of one’s heart. A fairly new find that I hope to visit often!
https://grabbetycovens.wordpress.com/: A new find but a great gem, his poetry leaves the readers immersed in his words. Covens creates beautiful imagery in his verses.
https://deepakrawat25.wordpress.com/: The mind of Spaghetti by Deepak is a thought provoking blog that captivates readers. Another new gem!
https://astridswords.ca/ Astrid’s words truly inspire her readers. Her poetry and words asks powerful questions on humanity and shares the love and kindness one can offer in everyday life.
https://ramblingsfromjewels.wordpress.com/ : Ramblings from Jewels or Julie’s blog will leave you feeling warm and fuzzy with heartwarming posts. Another old favorite that I visit time and again!
https://frankhubeny.blog/ : Perhaps my newest find on this list, this poetry and photography blog by Frank will leave one in awe. Love the pieces I have read so far and look forward to reading more!
https://scvincent.com/: I have followed Sue from the very beginning of my time here in wordpress and she continues to deliver amazing posts full of inspiration and advice that both poets and readers can benefit from. A lovely lady and a talented writer, I continue to be be inspired by her work.
https://bjgaulton.wordpress.com/: Blair’s Touton’s Tubas and Other Tales has been a blog I have followed for a while and would definitely recommend you checking it out. Short and powerful messages by this writer will keep you coming back for more.
https://myvaliantsoulsblog.wordpress.com/: Last but definitely not least, this talented poet will leave you enthralled in her words and gorgeous poetry. A must see for all!
That’s all for today, stay tuned for more and check out these blogs and blogs from my other lists! You can find all recommendations under the recommendations tag! Have a great Tuesday!
image copyright neha 2017
Hello Everyone,
It has been a while since I have done a poetic collaboration and I thought with fall approaching soon this would be a great time to do one. The theme of this collaboration is ‘letting go’ ( letting go of a person, season, loss, grief, dreams, anger, hate or any other emotion or object that you may choose to write about). Everyone is welcome to participate and I will add your contribution in the order they come and list the author (and blog link if listed) beneath the post. You may contribute as many times as you wish. Please note that hateful language is not acceptable and I will remove any post I find inappropriate. If you want to see a previous example of my collaborations you can visit here. Please add your contributions in the comment section. Please include the actual verse not just the blog link in order to be considered. The collaboration will be open until September 30, 2017 until 11:59 pm E.S.T. Thank you all! So without further ado, I will start us off and hope to see you all join me in creating another beautiful, creative, collaborative, piece!
Her eyes followed the white tipped waves to shore
Her heart heavy with the sweet ache of letting go
As she watched the sun set with all its warmth
poetry copyright neha 2017 (forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com)
A PROCESS OF BECOMING
The bullet that left a shattered heart
Was hard pain when it hit
Looking at all the mess around
Made me break down and weep
But after the tears had dried again
I looked at each single shard.
Some were old and dirty
Some were shiny and pure art
I brushed the dirty ones all clean
And cleared out what was overdue
I looked how they would fit right now
And put them altogether new
With this new established heart
A new day can begin
What was will never be forgotten,
It forced the growth – was not in vain
The shards are all my memories
Which made me who I am
Don’t want to miss a single one
I’d do it all again
Whatever might look as an ending,
Is never meant that way
The night may look dark and so scary
But there’s always another day
We need the silence and the darkness
To focus on our light
‘Cause we are like the dawning sun
After a cold dark night
The bullet helped me to evolve
To bring the process to an end
That’s why the one who shot the bullet
Has now become another friend
poetry copyright Erika Kind (https://erikakind.me/)
LETTING GO
What happened once is long ago
Regrets and guilt won’t change it though
And all the wounds, well, quite a lot
From all the bullets others shot
I think it’s time to let them heal
And stop to make it a big deal
Too long I kept the past alive
And cut myself with its sharp knife
Too long I carried it along
And kept myself from moving on
I look above and see the sky
Was it ever so blue and high?
There’s so much room to just be me
I’m letting go and flying free
poetry copyright Erika Kind (https://erikakind.me/)
Letting go,
Can be an act of strong love.
In the role as a person or parent,
It is a gift from up above.
Letting go,
It is a gift that’s hard to perform.
But with trust and the action,
Life gets reformed.
poetry copyright Astrid (https://astridswords.ca/)
heat rising through my body like an angry tide
waves of anger drown out all thoughts
softly a whisper comes about letting go
allow the tides of life to pass gracefully
deep love anchors me to eternal peace
poetry copyright Brad (https://writingtofreedom.com/)
Not a day goes by without me thinking of you,
Not a day passes without my wondering,
Not a day dies before I die again inside,
Yet, today, there are no more days.
poetry copyright Rob Mcshane (robmcshane.wordpress.com)
If no longer tangible
poetry copyright sylvester (https://syl65.wordpress.com/)
To let go…
Yonder in the horizon the sun set…
The clouds they bade farewell to older lands…
Into the oblivion, forlorn I stared…
Standing firm.., yet with trembling hands.
Into the misty gray you walked..
My soul it howled a silent wail…
The heart though it ached for your love
These eyes they said no word without fail.
The lights are out…darkness shrouds
Shadows play a mocking game…
As fingers flip through torn notes…
I knew ’tis the time to wipe your name.
No words uttered… no expectations
I knew ’twas the time to let go…
No hard feelings… all are forgiven…
Our story is history.. it happened long ago.
poetry copyright Sumantra (rhythemic.wordpress.com)
Come Away With Me My Friend (Let Us Run To The Ocean)
Come away with me my friend
***
Let us run to the ocean,
Where you can let the pain in your heart
Be overpowered by the roar of the waves.
Let us go where you can shout ”Why?” to the sky,
And scream as loud as you need.
Where you can fall to your knees on the soft sand.
***
Let us run to the ocean,
Where I can hold you tight, and let you cry.
Where you can let your shoulders sag.
Where you can let your tears fall,
To be carried away by the waves.
Lean on me. Let me be your strength.
***
Let us run to the ocean.
Oh, my dear friend… let us just go!
You need not think about the future.
Let us walk along the water’s edge.
Remember when we were young?
Our lives were so carefree
***
Let us stand in the water.
Let the waves splash your face,
And gently wash away your tears.
Let us run to the ocean.
Let us go where the waves go on forever.
Life can be hard my very special friend.
***
But let us run to the ocean.
Life we cannot always understand.
Things happen that cannot be explained.
But the waves will go on forever
Through night and day; Through rain or shine,
As will my love for you.
***
Let us go to the ocean my dear friend.
We will face the rolling waves together,
And if you slip… I will be there to catch you.
If you feel you are losing your way…
I will be there to guide you.
***
poetry copyright (joyroses13.wordpress.com)
Going, gone!
She moved from places and spaces,
some haunted her and some with reluctance.
Her belongings scattered, her memories astray,
her experiences painful.
She reached a shore,
she clung onto it with her dear life,
finally, letting go, of her identity!
poetry copyright Suparna (pulsingthoughts.wordpress.com)
Fake Samurai Swords
There were these children who pretended to be adults,
fighting for good against the forces of evil.
Inspired by animated films that focused on this ancient struggle,
these adults, these children in disguise, were transformed into cute animals, anthropomorphic, pure of heart, ready to suffer the ultimate sacrifice if it means a happy ending.
As long as good wins against evil, they can sleep soundly.
The world can be full of loss, but the balance is there.
There will be justice for all,
everything will be alright.
There is a life we fight for,
and when that ends,
we will go to heaven,
celebrating eternity with the ones we love.
This is what these children believed,
they acted this out, wearing their parents kimono’s, using sticks as samurai swords.
One of these boys played this game devoutly,
he was going to save the world.
His grandmother told them stories about this great war,
the unfathomable death toll, piles of corpses, buildings made for death.
Desperate men crying out for their mothers,
crying out for their dreams of childhood: a universe that balances itself out, a universe that punishes the wicked and rewards the good.
And it’s then that this child started wondering about those who died so that this narrative could linger: the heroes who never had a chance to dream, heroes without luck, heroes too weak or too good to kill without hesitation or guilt.
It then dawned on him these were childlike fantasies,
something to make us sleep better at night.
This cosmic battle of good versus evil,
belongs to man alone,
the great cost of life,
is ours to make sense off.
But it won’t make anybody come back,
and nobody will be waiting for us,
none of the dead will forgive us.
the great cost is only ours to bear.
And what about the universe?
The Universe can’t be bothered.
This realization made the child cry,
when he wiped away his tears,
a process that took years,
he became an adult.
He continued the fight against evil,
playing by different rules,
wearing a army-uniform instead of kimono’s,
wielding military-grade weaponry instead of fake samurai swords.
He would get ready for that great war that would come again,
he could either die so that others could dream,
or live so he could be inspired by those who died for this dream.
But sometimes he couldn’t help himself:
sometimes he just wanted to play with fake samurai swords again.
And when his platoon wasn’t looking;
he pretended to be that child pretending to be an adult.
He knew that when the time came,
he had to let this go,
but for now,
while no one was looking,
he was winning the fight against evil,
and sometimes he would lose but the universe would balance itself out,
he would see his fallen friends in heaven,
they would wait for him,
salute him on arrival.
He would sleep soundly those nights
and
all his dreams
would have a happy ending.
poetry copyright thosestubbornwaves (https://welcometothehumanrace.wordpress.com/2017/09/13/fake-samurai-swords/)
Complexion
diffusion seeps
a single cell layer deep,
barely cognizant
of the peel being cast aside
in a wilting weep.
unrecognized within the foliage,
a tender touch of light
on the ancient forest,
who remembers and lives
connection and the grace of balance.
i brush the fronds
and release my future
to the agile wind.
.
© M.G. Iannucci 2017
https://giannaiannucci.com/
Motorcycle Man
A man goes for a late-night ride on his motorcycle on his way into town.
On the way there, he is approached by another man wearing white shoes.
White shoes asks motorcycle man, “Are you ready to go?”
“No,” motorcycle man replies, “I have so much to do, and it’s late. My son starts his first day of fifth grade tomorrow. I don’t want to sleep through it. I need to tell him I love him and that he’s going to do great things and make lots of friends in school. I need to kiss my wife goodnight before she falls asleep and remind her how important she is to me so she has pleasant dreams. I need to tuck in my baby and sing him to sleep so that he grows up knowing I’ll be his stronghold. I’m sorry, it’s just too late in the evening for this. Can we do this another time?”
White shoes smiles and looks at him patiently. His expression was so full of peace, but he insisted, “We’re going to do great things, you and me. I don’t think you or anyone else understands. Maybe they never will. But we need to go now.”
“May I at least call my friend and tell him where I am first? He’s waiting for my call, but I have bad reception at my house. I need to make sure we have a good laugh so we can each go to sleep with smiles on our faces.”
“I’m sorry, I can’t allow it. We don’t have much time left, and in the grand scheme of things, it’ll only take a moment.”
“But why not? I don’t think you realize what this means to me! Please, just let me have this night. I have responsibilities! I have commitments! I have planning to do and the world to see!”
White shoes’ expression softened, “If I show you a glimpse into the outcome, will you consider going with me?”
“Perhaps, but I’m not making any promises.”
White shoes wrapped his arm around motorcycle man’s shoulder. Together, they saw the future. There was so much pain, but so many miracles along the way as well. Motorcycle man’s sons grew up strong and loving like he was. Their mom told them stories about how incredible motorcycle man was- how they fell in love, and for every ounce of strength, there were two ounces of tenderness. She would never love the same way again, but she did love more fiercely all those around her, especially her sons. Motorcycle man’s friends got together frequently. At first, it was to comfort one another, but then they started laughing about all the amazing memories they made. Each of his friends changed their lives to be a bit more like him. One became a strong husband to his wife. Another learned how to fix up old cars and motorcycles and eventually drove the same kind motorcycle man was driving. And still another friend held stronger to his convictions than he ever had before. All of them increased in integrity.
Everyone who heard motorcycle man’s story was deeply touched, and amazed at how he inspired so much love, courage, boldness, and kindness.
“Okay,” he finally said, “I get it now. I don’t like it, and I know you know they won’t approve, but you’re right. We’re going to do a lot of great things together, you and me. It might be late and the time inopportune, but the time is now. It just doesn’t make any sense putting this off.”
Together, broad shouldered and proud, white shoes and motorcycle man walked the rest of the trail together, leaving the motorcycle in the middle of the road. Motorcycle man left his silhouette there, next to the bike.
The story isn’t over, and I’m not sure the pain will ever leave, but I know that someday, it will all make sense.
short story copyright https://decemberrosecom.wordpress.com
Shimmer in Blue
I was designed for a shimmer in blue for a merry sailor tune
for all of the things that titillate you
I can see the wide open sea the salt air breeze
like a veil and ring like my bride to be
and so I ebb and flow I ne’er let go
let the words sing into an ocean throe.
Now my heart throbs and floats and bobs as I ask the cob
why roots start growing where there’s a meal on the hob.
He looks at me with a tear in his eye he says to me that he learned to fly
on a warm, summer day with a clear blue sky but for every memory adventures bring
you never forget your first goodbye.
poetry copyright https://decemberrosecom.wordpress.com
Letting go?
How was that supposed to happen,
exactly?
You were the air, and my lungs…
not just the blood flowing through,
but my veins, too.
Just,
how was that going to change?
How could you just walk away?
I mean,
you shared my hopes,
my dreams,
my life.
You?!
My inspiration,
my passion,
my wife.
Was everything just…
nothing to you?
If so,
what am I supposed to do?
Letting go?
Wouldn’t it be easier for blue
to become black;
the sun,
turn into the moon;
the stars,
be the sand on the shores…
I,
I could never let you go…
Until I did…
You didn’t’t really give me a choice.
The pain was excruciating,
and my path,
my path was dreary;
but I’m,
I’m so much the better for it,
that much’s abundantly clear.
And I owe it all to you my dear;
for walking away,
and never shedding a tear.
poetry copyright Grabbety Covens (grabbetycovens.wordpress.com)
I am in a season of change,
Letting go of pieces of me
That don’t fit anymore,
Making room for new ones
That I pick up along the way
My path of self-discovery.
In this journey I have collected
Rocks of courage,
Of strength,
Of determination
To help me find the me
That has been buried
In the chaos of life
Yet was always there
Waiting for the right time
To blossom in the process of
Letting go.
poetry copyright Robin Baldwin (rbaldwin0204.wordpress.com)
Can I ever let go?
Can I ever let go of your touch?
At night, I dream of your fingers.
I can’t believe I miss you so much.
Your strokes through my hair still linger.
Can I ever let go of your eyes?
With great pride, you watched me grow.
I dearly pray for one last surprise.
You to return to me, I know.
I know my prayers won’t be answered.
My wishes never come true.
But I still have hopes to be answered.
And one day to see you too.
Can I ever let go of your humor?
Your wit and jokes had lightened my days.
I know this is much more than a rumor
That I’ll never have you brighten my days.
Days keep on passing.
But life must go on.
My heart is fasting
Each day it beats on.
Can I ever let go of you?
To my dearest, older brother,
My answer is a ‘no’ to you.
You weren’t only my brother.
You helped my mother to raise me.
You provided light for her blind eyes.
You’ll always be the best of me.
Until the day, I close my own eyes.
poetry copyright Susanne Leist (susanneleist.wordpress.com)
The Girl I Let Go
She was a shell, really
or
a shadow of a shell
hollow and barely warm.
Her faint breath could
barely fog
the mirror I held to my face
She was still cloaked in
the garment of expectations.
He spine was cowed
and her posture demure
The only thing
I took from her was
her eyes.
The fury of her eyes
would never diminish,
their eternal flame
is equal parts salvation
and damnation.
And so I left her
their to wither into
ash.
I shed her like a
crumpling snakeskin
and stepped into
the woman
I ought to be.
poetry copyright Jessi (cirquedelanuitblog.wordpress.com)
Release the world,
The hold of its illusions
Weighs the heart.
Sensory deception…
Filtered impressions
Conditioned, react
Like clockwork;
Predictably bland.
Embrace the child
Who sleeps within,
Forgotten emissary
Of untramelled joy…
Wake her to laughter
And the dawn of Life.
poetry copyright Sue Vincent (scvincent.wordpress.com)
I —
Have another secret to tell you:
That I once ran through a bookstore
And saw an untitled book.
I hesitated once to buy it,
For who would even read such story?
But still,
I went to the counter
Paid for it
And told the lady
That
I will be extending this story
Of you and me.
Hoping that someday
Our names would be on its covers.
Our story will continue until the ink
Blotches on the pages.
And our story would not remain…
Untitled.
poetry copyright (fattykathyjourneys.wordpress.com)
And it starts again
The pitter patter
A noise
To break the silence
Asking me to pick the pen
To let go the poem
poetry copyright Priyanka (notyet100hub.blogspot.com)
Hello Everyone,
As a thank you to this wonderful blogging family I will be sharing some of my favourite blogs every season.
Here is my second list of wonderful poets whose work I admire. Over the next few weeks I will be posting more lists in this and other categories so stay tuned. Please check out my previous recommendations here:
&
They are in no particular order, I will do 10 at a time for each list…Please visit them for some beautiful writing that will make your hearts bloom this season.
Spring Poet List 2
https://katzpyjamas.wordpress.com/ – I have been following Marla for a while now on twitter and have been in awe of her poetry since day 1! I highly recommend everyone checking out her beautiful work.
https://johnnyojanpera.wordpress.com/ – Jonathan is a great writer and friend whose work will leave you inspired. He is an artist through and through and I definitely recommend visiting his blog.
https://ramblingsfromjewels.wordpress.com/ – I love Julie’s gentle and serene poetry. Her words capture the beauty of nature along with her lovely photos… She is another friend whom I highly recommend.
https://peerlesscynic.wordpress.com/ – Another writer whose muse will make you appreciate poetry and nature all the more. Please do visit this blog!
https://bjgaulton.wordpress.com/ – Blair is a great poet whose poetry connects with the reader. He has a wide variety of topics and style and I recommend my readers to visit his blog.
https://tylerpedersen02.wordpress.com/ – I have been following Tyler’s beautiful poetry and photography since my early days of blogging and have always been a fan of his work. Please do visit his blog if you haven’t already!
https://jacquelinenashpoetry.wordpress.com/ – Jacqueline is a wonderful poet and writer whose words will move you. She is currently going through some very challenging circumstances that you will read about in her blog. I highly recommend you visit her and I hope she is back soon!
https://booknvolume.com/ – I am a huge fan of Morgan’s poetry and I strongly encourage everyone to read her work if you haven’t already. She has a magical touch that will make your imagination soar.
https://zipsrid.wordpress.com/ – Kim is another poet whose work I greatly admire! Her writing is flawless and full of beautiful imagery that makes her poetry all the more amazing! Please do visit her blog!
https://erikakind.wordpress.com/ – Erika is a published author and friend who writes beautiful poetry. Her daily kind quotes will leave you inspired and coming back to her wonderful blog. Another writer I highly recommend.
Hello Everyone,
As a thank you to this wonderful blogging family I will be sharing some of my favourite blogs every season.
Here is my first list of wonderful photographers who inspire me with their beautiful captures. Over the next few weeks I will be posting more lists in this and other categories so stay tuned. The previous spring list can be found here:
Again your recommendations are most welcome!
They are in no particular order, I will do 10 at a time for each list…Please visit their beautiful, captivating blogs!
https://atdoru.wordpress.com/ Whether it’s people, animals or nature, Doru’s pictures will hold you captivated. I highly recommend everyone to visit this talented photographer!
https://avian101.wordpress.com/ H.J is not only an amazing photographer but his knowledge on birds will keep you coming for more! I have been following H.J since my early days at wordpress and I definitely encourage you to visit his blog and get inspired!
http://htfisker.com/ Hanne is a photographer and poet whose work I greatly admire. There is a distinct quality in her black and white pictures that touch the soul. Please stop by her beautiful blog!
http://cindyknoke.com/ Cindy brings the “WOW” factor with every single capture….to say I am HUGE FAN will be an understatement. I highly recommend everyone to go visit her blog and be “wowed!”
http://photopaulm.com/ Paul was one of the first photographers I started following on wordpress and I have to say he still continues to be one of my favorites! His captures of beautiful flowers and nature will leave you with a smile, I encourage you all to go pay a visit now!
https://rakmilphotography.wordpress.com/ Victor Rakmil is a talented photographer who captures the essence of nature beautifully. I definitely recommend stopping by!
https://lauramacky.wordpress.com/ Laura Macky is yet another photographer and friend I am “wowed” by every time! Her beautiful captures will leave you awed and coming back for more! I highly recommend a visit!
https://herladypinkrose.wordpress.com/ Amy’s beautiful, breathtaking photos will touch your heart and her soulful words will inspire your mind. I have been following her blog since my early days and I cannot recommend it enough!
http://exploratorius.us/ Please check out this blog for some absolutely amazing photos by Mitch Zeissler. I truly admire his talents.
http://ceenphotography.com/ Many may already know this amazing photographer and blogger. I highly recommend her work!
The shadows of my dreams
follow me
laying in the corners of my mind
it filters into my day
like a drifting daydream
made colourful with my imagination
of a world beyond my conscious realm
that plays with my thoughts…
like butterflies following sunshine
The shadows of my dreams…
follow me.
free image from pinterest credit goes to original photographer
You felt richer,
than you ever had,
with your pocket full of dreams,
glittering in the sun.
copyright neha 2015
I try to comfort the angry rain
blasting against my window,
with earth’s lullaby.
free image from google and poem copyright neha 2015
please click on original 🙂
In quiet nights
when the heart rains
with cloud of grief
we know as pain
silently falling
against the mind
and no space
is enough to hide
you know
cause you have tried
so you just lie
under the moon
and drift with the tune
of the heart
as it rains.
free google image
Hi Everyone,
I know most people who have blogs like to keep their audience engaged but sometimes that task can be difficult…so I ask you to share some of your best engaging tips with your audience. Give us some examples that have worked and what have not …I will also share my experiences as we go deeper in the conversation in the comment section 🙂 I hope to see a lot of engagement! 😀
copyright neha 2015
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