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://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://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.
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
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
Letting go of you….. Everything you are to me…. Even when you are too far away to be seen…. Even when I realize the deep fact, that you don’t even know I exist….. That you may have seen me once or twice, But not for long enough or close enough to notice…. Though I did. And I clearly have in my mind, Every single picture of your’s I captured with my eye.. And now its been almost a decade,but I am still not ready to leave them all behind…. And now I know, letting go of you and your memories, Is as impossible as, breathing OUT oxygen, every last bit of it, from my veins and arteries…..
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
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.
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://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.
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! 😀