Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 24, 2019

Poetry~by rldubour


Celebrating International Poetry Day!!!

 

Poetry

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The word poetry dates back to the 14th century and functions as a noun.

Verse, metrical writing, poems, the production of a poet, the writer is bound.

Writing that formulates, a concentrated imaginative awareness.

Which is actually a short story that dances, in all fairness.

 

Of experience in language chosen and arranged with meaning and rhythm.

To create a specific emotional response of sound and then some.

Something likened to poetry, especially in beauty of expression.

Through any topic of poetic quality or aspect, not just affection.

 

Poetry, the placement of words that can fill one with emotions.

With emotional changes much like the waves of an ocean.

Can take one from spiritual highs, to feeling all warm inside.

Some with meanings that vary, as the reader decides.

 

Poetry, a short story, set with a rhythmic flow.

With content and meaning as the writer does show.

And it really don’t matter, what the topic may be.

All have a short story as one soon will see.

 

The big difference being, it flows with the words.

And can fill one with emotions that we have in this world.

Poetry, a faucet of thoughts, written to express what the writer is saying.

Whether the topic be serious, meaningful, romantic or just playing.

 

Every single human being, will experience poetry in some form.

From hearing a new born baby cry, or watching the sun rise in the morn.

Our life itself is poetic, mystical, unknowing, painful and tenderness you see.

And what helps us all get through this life, is a word called poetry.

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Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 24, 2019

Poets?~by rldubour


Celebrating International Poetry Day!!!

 

Poets?

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What topic should I write about?
To get a good response?
To get the readers blood worked up
and some just nonchalance.

To writers it’s important
when they express a thought.
Of issues that concern our lives
and problems that they brought.

A poet’s words on paper
are put there from the heart.
Opinions of all kinds expressed,
to be torn apart.

Most poetry has themes of love
and being lost or found.
Of love that is forever
or cheating hearts abound.

Myself I write of other things,
issues we face in life.
Of topics that are of concern,
like violence, greed and strife!

Of matters that we all should try,
to correct what is wrong.
Like starting with our families
once more to make them strong.

Of problems people face each day,
emotions and abuse.
I write of things that reach the heart
With truth…and no excuse!

 

Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 24, 2019

Of summer~by Jeremy J Croucher


 

 

Of summer

Strong, fresh cold winds
blow through me
like I’m a shadow
Yet, in my mind’s eye
I am summer
and translucent

©Jemverse

Photo and design #Jemverse on Instagram

Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 24, 2019

I Find no Reason~by Vivek Dubey


 

 

I find no reason

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Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 24, 2019

Love And Liability~by Hansraj Sharma


 

 

Love And Liability

Life Style-
Be an action zone
When struggling until
The last existing hope.

Having close ties with-
A gorgeous wish to live.

Surviving, first time ever-
Schemes for different folks
Different social needs and feed.

Biopic, to look forward
Forward to the noble cause
Credit for a true factual reason
A great gesture for this season.

Totally quashing all evil ties-
Fearing, easy-going into the wild
What a message of love and liability!
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2019
Ludhiana, Punjab, India.


Celebrating National Women’s Month:

 

Knowing your American Heroes

Lucretia Coffin Mott (1793-1880)

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The second child of seven

By Thomas Coffin and Anna Folger.

From Nantucket, Massachusetts

Persuasive as she grew older.

 

At thirteen sent to boarding school

Run by the Society of Friends.

A teacher and an activist

For women’s right’s she now defends.

 

April tenth eighteen-eleven

She was married to James Mott.

They both worked for abolition

And anti-slavery they fought.

 

At age five their first child died

She became a Quaker minister.

Considered slavery as evil

Use of their products was sinister.

 

She moved to Philadelphia

In eighteen-twenty-one.

Speaking publicly for abolition

And women’s right’s had begun.

 

Influenced by Unitarians

Like Parker, Channing and William Penn.

Her successful abolitionist lobbying

For the right’s of all women.

 

When Lincoln outlawed slavery

In eighteen-hundred and sixty-five.

She pushed for their right to vote

In keeping equal rights alive.

 

In eighteen-hundred sixty-six

Joined with Stanton, Anthony, and Stone.

To establish an association

American Equal Rights is known.

 

She was an American Quaker

Minister, social reformer and abolitionist

A proponent of women’s right’s

Credited as the first American feminist.

 

Posthumously inducted into the

U.S. National Women’s Hall of Fame.

November eleventh, eighteen-eighty

Forever will live her name.

 

AUTHOR NOTES: Lucretia Coffin was born into a Quaker family in Nantucket, Massachusetts. She was the second child of seven by Thomas Coffin and Anna Folger. At the age of thirteen she was sent to a boarding school run by the Society of Friends, where she eventually became a teacher. Her interest in women’s rights began when she discovered that male teachers at the school were paid twice as much as the female staff. On 10 April 1811, Lucretia married James Mott, another teacher at the school. Their first child died at age 5. Ten years later, she became a Quaker minister. Lucretia and her husband were both opposed to the slave trade and were active in the American Anti-Slavery Society. She moved to Philadelphia in 1821. She quickly became known for her persuasive speeches against slavery. Prior to her own involvement, many Quaker men had been involved in the abolitionist movement in the very early 1800s. Lucretia Mott was one of the first Quaker women to do advocacy work for abolition. Like many Quakers, Mott considered slavery an evil to be opposed. They refused to use cotton cloth, cane sugar, and other slavery-produced goods. With her skills in the ministry, she began to speak publicly for abolition, often traveling from her home in Philadelphia. Her sermons combined antislavery themes with broad calls for moral reform. Her husband supported her activism and they often sheltered runaway slaves in their home. Mott’s theology was influenced by Unitarians including Theodore Parker and William Ellery Channing as well as early Quakers including William Penn. Mott was successful in her abolitionist lobbying and punctuated her career with teaching the ropes of representative government’s political advocacy to women coming up as women’s and abolitionist advocates. In the 1830s she helped establish two anti-slavery groups. She taught that “the kingdom of God is within man” (1849) and was part of the group of religious liberals who formed the Free Religious Association in 1867, with Rabbi Wise, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Thomas Wentworth Higginson. Her theological position was particularly influential among Quakers, as in the future many harked back to her positions, sometimes without even knowing it. Elected as the first president of the American Equal Rights Association after the end of the Civil War, Mott strove a few years later to reconcile the two factions that split over the priorities between woman suffrage and black male suffrage. Ever the peacemaker, Mott tried to heal the breach between Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Susan B. Anthony and Lucy Stone over the immediate goal of the women’s movement: suffrage for freedmen and all women. In 1850 Mott wrote Discourse on Woman, a book about restrictions on women in the United States. She became more widely known after this. When slavery was outlawed in 1865, she began to advocate giving black Americans the right to vote. She remained a central figure in the women’s movement as a peacemaker, a critical function for that period of the movement, until her death at age 87 in 1880.In 1864 Mott and several other Hicksite Quakers incorporated Swarthmore College, which today remains one of the premier liberal-arts colleges in the United States. In 1866 Mott joined with Stanton, Anthony, and Stone to establish the American Equal Rights Association. She was a leading voice in the Universal Peace Union, also founded in 1866. The following year, the organization became active in Kansas where Negro suffrage and woman suffrage were to be decided by popular vote. She was posthumously inducted into the U.S. National Women’s Hall of Fame. Lucretia Coffin Mott (January 3, 1793 – November 11, 1880) was an American Quaker minister, abolitionist, social reformer and proponent of women’s rights. She is credited as the first American “feminist” in the early 1800s but was, more accurately, the initiator of women’s political advocacy.

Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 23, 2019

The fragrance of a flower divine~by Hana Shishiny


 

 

The fragrance of a flower divine

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Long was the road
Lived in a fluttering run
Between dreams and clouds
Hurts and simple funs

Games of golden child
Unconscious of moments loss
Now facing a future wild
Fearing winter that came across

A sudden stop..an awakening
A question..do I regret the past
The freedom of friendly winds
The endless nights..that used to last..

The happiness ,of the moment,flickering
A smile,a mad heart beat,a shine
Innocent river of love..flowing
A fragrance of a flower divine…

Oh.. how I wish I didn’t grow
To still fly on moments delights
Of the river of life that keeps to flow
Reflecting the sun’s golden lights…

By Hana Shishiny
Marsh 2019

Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 23, 2019

Daily missive for Friday the 22nd of March.~by Peter Forster


 

 

Daily missive for Friday the 22nd of March.

Open me up
From the inside out
Outside in
There is no point
In turning
Everything upside down
There is little difference
Between the bottom
And the top
The utmost
To the least
Follow a lead
Until you find
The seam
Pull it apart
Put it together
There is nothing different
On the far side
It just looks smaller
From a distance
But perspective
Changes
Retrospectively
And it is all
Just a matter
Of probability and opinion
Whether what may lie
Within
The confine
Of your own skin
Is equal to everything
You may leave
Without.


 

 

Daily missive for Saturday the 23rd of March.

If there is chaos
On the inside
What hope is there out 
In the open
Under the streetlights
Beneath the gaze
Of a full-fat moon
If I scream
Nothing really changes
People shout from windows
A car horn sounds
Forlorn
In the distance
Where do they go
When the music stops
Condensation clouds
My judgement
Of the truth of things
Especially
As the temperature falls
Barely clad
Thoughts
Are no match
For an autumnal night
Beneath the stars
However brightly they may shine
Climate change
Is not for the faint-hearted
Where was I
When the mayhem
Really started
Perhaps it was before
My time when
There was screaming
From the beginning
Something about
The world
Made no sense
Even then
Perhaps the chaos came
With the transition
From comparative
Safety
To the unpredictability
Of life on the outside
There is no guarantee
Of collective sanity
Take me back
There is a wildness
About human nature
It threatens to
Turn my heart
Into stone
Petrified
For all eternity

Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 23, 2019

Soundless~by Darcy M. Royce


 

 

Soundless

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As l watch, you undress,
hush-hush, behind the veil
waves of your hair, trailing
sudor that escaped from underneath,
your forehead- oh so hot,
so frail.

To me, you are all beautiful
as now – you’ve never been
more sublimate, more ln my reach,
than when your eyes all clouded
mine open- panoramic
you stand here, to be seen.

l see the cloth submerge ln waves,
and jaunt across our tired hills,
dust to dust returns at night,
and so the throbbing quietens
ln us – the feeling, nestled,
is ensured to still.

And it’s softness filling up – we breathe
basted ln the moonlight, clean,
playful shadows draw upon us
the silent notes –
our spotless hearts only to know,
what they truly mean.

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