Another Small Step

I am really happy to make this post. This book arrived six days earlier than I was expecting :D

It is another poetry book containing The Elviana Shore.

Here are some pictures.

 

My Dreams Are Simple

I really like this poem. I was in tears by the time I reached the end. Again I'm sharing with you a little piece of my heart. Love is a human right and rights should never be put to a vote. But since they are if anyone lives in Maine, Maryland, Minnesota or Washington and are old enough to vote (or know someone old enough to vote) please vote to give others like me the right to love.

My Dreams Are Simple

My dreams are simple

My dreams are few

So easy to grant

Bring great joy if you do

I want to fall in love

Share our first kiss

Think of him always

Heart bursting with bliss

Get down on one knee

Propose sweetly and gently caress

And cry with laughter

When he says yes

Come the wedding day

Walk down the aisle

I love how his face

Is too small for his smile

My husband for life

My world is now perfect with you

Find a home, settle down

Raise a child or two

Wipe away their tears when they cry

Read them a story

Put them to bed

Sing them to sleep with a lullaby

Watch them grow

Watch them learn

As they explore the unknown

As they go off to uni

And raise children of their own

Then sit by the fire

My head in his lap

Him reading to me

As I begin to nap

 

And after a night of making love

Change the drenched sheets

Hold him close to my heart

Listen to him breathe whilst he sleeps

Grow old together

Look back on a life lived well

And mourn when my love is taken from me

Or me from him

Only time will tell

Yet these dreams remain beyond me

I am destined to remain alone

For my rights are held in chains

By people who want me to atone

“Somebody please think of the children”

“I believe in God and in Jesus”

“Your life would infringe on my religious liberties”

“I love you the way I love murderers”

All of these reasons are given

For why my love must be forbidden

Yet the real reason is to my eternal dismay
I make people uncomfortable by being gay

Use Your Words

Life is all about words. We use them for everything and find them everywhere. Magical wonderful words. This poem expresses merely a fraction of what we do with our words. Enjoy :D

Use Your Words

Words are the most powerful thing we have

We use them to create entire universes

For every book is a world.

And every world contains books.

Containing worlds containing books containing worlds.

And so on in an infinite spiral

Of pages and ink and creation.

Even our own universe began with a word

God said “Let there be light”

And there was light.

Words have a magic of their own

To communicate our thoughts and hopes and feelings

To anyone and everyone from a best friend

To a stranger on the other side of the Earth.

We use our words to express emotions

Anger and love and longing and fear

Voices crying out

To anyone who’ll hear.

We use our words to save lives.

Bringing someone back from the brink of suicide.

Or to push them over the edge

And end it.

To taunt and tease and bully.

To maim and shame and hurt.

We can use them to be cruel

Or kind.

For good or for bad.

For better or for worse.

The greatest advances in technology

All to do with words.

The advent of language, writing, printing,

Radio, television, the internet

Sharing our voices

Spreading them further and further

Into the very depths of space

And the heart and mind and soul.

The pen is mightier than the sword

And even the sword.

Contains the word.

And what are words but the greatest action of them all?

For without our voices

No one would know that action is needed

Prayer.

Words.

Debate.

Words.

Argument.

Words.

Serenade.

Words.

Joke.

Words.

Poetry.

Words.

Singing.

Words.

Words. Words. Words.

We whisper and mumble, reply and express

We roar and we question, query and digress

Interrupt, shout, stutter, convey

We’ve countless ways to articulate “say”

Starting battles

Ending wars

Uniting and dividing

Forever multiplying

Words are magical

Our consciousness and our soul.

Take away my words

I’m no longer whole

Ignoring a person

Cutting them out

No longer interacting

In the flow of words

And what is death

But the final fullstop?

The end of the page.

And those who continue

Their grief and consolation

All expressed through our words

And we remember them

Through their quotations.

History. Science. Politics.

Words upon words upon more words.

If ever asked the question

What is humanity?

And what is the highest pinnacle of our species?

Humanity is a story.

And the greatest thing we own

Are our words.

Real As Rage

Real as Rage

 

Send entry in

Waiting

Frustrating

I never win

What’s the big deal?

Too abstract

Surreal

People want to relate

Facts not fantasy

Write about something that’s real

Then you’ve appeal

Be direct

Well I can’t get more direct than this

Hey you! Yes you!

I’ve a message to share

I don’t care

I’ll write what I like

Imagination

Creation

Whole new worlds

Don’t need to address the situation

In some war torn poverty struck nation

Facing devastation

Watch me soar

Watch me roar

On some alien shore

Characters galore

And I’ve plenty more

Where that came from.

Please appreciate

Try to relate

The message is there

If you want it to be

You see

My poetry is what you make it

How you shape it and take it

I’m letting you know how I feel

Hope that it’s real enough

For your anti-fiction addiction

But enough of my rage

I’m reaching the end of the page

Will probably end it

Now.

Oh The Places You'll Go

Books are so amazing. Hope you enjoy the poem.

Oh The Places You’ll Go

I read my way through stories

Which saturate my soul

And I long that I could be there

Through those magic lands I’d stroll

I’d love to see the Isle of Berk

In the Barbaric Archipelago

Where Vikings sang and dragons flew

Through skies I’m sure I’d know

Or Hogwarts Castle shining bright

Against the backdrop of the night

And stare up at lake sodden stars

And point at light blue flying cars

Or walk along the great stone Wall

With talking cats and living Dead

Whilst 1920s England doth reside

Upon the other side

Through Ancient Rome

With kid detectives

Or the ruins of London

With zombies infective

Great cities trundle

Through muddy wastes

Pursued by a girl with

A ruined face

Twelve year old genius

Almost starts a war

With the race of fairies

Beneath the floor

Seven demesnes

Seven Trustees

Combined form the House

Ruled with seven keys

A million fictions

I long to explore

When I no longer watch

But step through a door