My Musings through life: Winds of Destiny

My Musings through life: Winds of Destiny: Day-18 OctPoWriMo-2018 Prompt: Once Upon A Time (Form: Fable) Image: From a friend Once upon a time, There lived a  pretty lass...



Fantastic poem!

I have long thought it is a terrible thing to teach people that romantic love is some sort of be-all and end-all, and that without it we are lesser. I think this outmoded idea has ruined many lives.

I think now to be quiet: Sunderland

I think now to be quiet: Sunderland: The wind from the west was unseasonably warm, like the breath of spring tickling the buds of the tall waving trees. And I decided that...



A poem about an ogre.

I sometimes feel like that ogre. I've all sorts of crap physical problems that aren't getting better with age, and I was never pretty or popular to begin with.

Then again, maybe the ogre is an all right sort, if people would just get to know him a little.

May I

Family

Family. What is a family? Is it only a matter of blood? Do we only feel an attachment to those we share DNA with? Should I who has fathered four children feel a greater affinity to the offspring of a natural evolutionary process than those who are willing to hold my hand when I most need them? We are all connected by DNA be it the mother of a child or a father or a sibling or the chap across the road. We are all family yet undeniably I feel such powerful emotions when I consider those I have helped bring into this world.

The older I get the larger my family grows. I have cousins who I have known all my life of whom I am very fond. They too have children. Am I meant to love their offspring the way I do my cousins? Love is large. It is as big as the human race. Loves potential is universal. There is no reason why you cannot love others outside the familial unit in the same way as you do those who are linked to your grandparents, your aunts and uncles, cousins, nephews and nieces. These are all humanmade labels. they have nothing to with nature or with love. Love exists beyond humanmade concepts.

Central to family life is the concept of marriage. Be it the traditional husband and wife or, as time marches on, partners. It can and does include same-sex couples. Central to family lofe is love. Seeing beyond tradition and by embracing an all-encompassing love the idea of having a family can only grow. As it grows it grows larger and wider than the traditional family unit.

Voice of the Moon

I have loved the Sitar since I first heard it on The Beatles "Rubber Soul" album in 1965. Then the Fabs again used it on "Revolver" possibly to greater effect. George though declined to play the instrument as he felt he simply wasn't good enough. Here is someone who is. Daughter of the legendary Ravi Shankar, George's good friend and sister to Norah Jones, the wonderfully talented Anoushka Shankar. I often puzzle over the word 'spiritual' as I find it smacks of something suggesting it is mystical or magical. I prefer the word moral or perhaps Being as I feel spiritual is a poetical word that describes my connection to everything. But as I have often said, words are human-made so, therefore, have to be accepted as having different meanings to different people. This music is poetry so may indeed be spiritual. I have no bones to pick about that for it is a joy to hear.

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OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 14: Not Your Fat Joke

If

I

were

me

sooner

than

I

believed I could be

Then I would have

Followed my dreams

And believed in myself

In spite of people telling me

That people who look like me

Are only allowed to be

The butt of jokes

Fuck that shit

I refuse to

Disappear

~Cie~

Note:

I wasn't quite sure how to do it, but I think I made the basic shape of a certain gesture 

OctPoWriMo 2018: Day 11: Fallen Through

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A life filled with events unexpected

A soul epitomizing imperfection

Goes slipping through the cracks unnoticed

One fateful night she was forced to see with new eyes

She now fights to begin again in spite of everything

~Cie~

Notes:

I began with the intent to make a cascade poem, but once these five lines were there in front of me, I felt that extending the poem would only make it seem unnecessarily verbose. I felt that this poem needed to be brief and to the point, so I am leaving it as a stark free verse.