Visualisation - Hello Poetry

Have you ever just seen the normal things? I mean really see them Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf Falling ambivalently Where the wind blows Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry The deep, angry knots locked in wood Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching The plume of colour from a flower Pebbles lapping against a woven patio Understand. Perspective. Take some time to really see something, for the first time.

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Oct 26, 2018

Oct 26, 2018 at 6:09 AM UTC

Normal Things

Have you ever just seen the normal things? I mean really see them Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf Falling ambivalently Where the wind blows Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry The deep, angry knots locked in wood Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching The plume of colour from a flower Pebbles lapping against a woven patio Understand. Perspective. Take some time to really see something, for the first time.

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Have you ever just seen the normal things? I really see them Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf Falling ambivalently Where the wind blows Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry The deep, angry knots locked in wood Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching The plume of colour of a flower Pebbles lapping against a woven patio Take some time to really see something, for the first time.

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Sep 2, 2018

Sep 2, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC

Looking

Have you ever just seen the normal things? I really see them Like the intricately woven fingers of a Conifer leaf The riveting shades of green that changes like the colour of the ocean The light green spills over the dark, in a wild but beautiful contrast Like the smokey rust of an autumn orange leaf Falling ambivalently Where the wind blows Like the crisp ruby of a freshly picked raspberry The deep, angry knots locked in wood Or the spiralling beanstalk, climbing and reaching The plume of colour of a flower Pebbles lapping against a woven patio Take some time to really see something, for the first time.

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I find darkness a wonderfully funny thing How it is associated with evil But when I look at the nights sky I see the warmth of a crisp dawn I see change and the majesty of another chance A feeling of protection and resignation Renewal, even I feel a sense of vastness and possibilities I felt the feeling a blanket pulled over me beside the fire on a howling winters night. The arrival of home I found the darkness of night frightening About what could be inside, under its veil But when you embrace it for itself What it is You can see the brightest of stars And sea of brilliant colours A sea of feeling Because of course, the light never truly leaves us even when the stars dwindle Around the corner Is the chance

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Aug 20, 2018

Aug 20, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC

Dark?

I find darkness a wonderfully funny thing How it is associated with evil But when I look at the nights sky I see the warmth of a crisp dawn I see change and the majesty of another chance A feeling of protection and resignation Renewal, even I feel a sense of vastness and possibilities I felt the feeling a blanket pulled over me beside the fire on a howling winters night. The arrival of home I found the darkness of night frightening About what could be inside, under its veil But when you embrace it for itself What it is You can see the brightest of stars And sea of brilliant colours A sea of feeling Because of course, the light never truly leaves us even when the stars dwindle Around the corner Is the chance

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Brown, peeling rubber soles on big feet Crunch crunch, the gravel and glass goes underfoot The overcast gloom of the early morning. Depressed and downhearted buildings lining the streets. Weeds encircling the gardens like a dragon looming over its prey. Flowers hanging their heads, gravely. Smudged faces, dark purple eyes, gaunt complexion, another restless night for these children. Bruises up and down each leg. Trodden, broken. “Not good enough” ringing in their ears. Dreary faces, ripped uniforms. The school building silhouetted against the grey, emotionless sky. “Line up in rows, nice and neat” They would hear this repeated for the rest of their lives. A zebra crossing worn and battered. Cigarettes passed from frail, wrinkled, hopeless hands. Hooked on 4 a day at the age of 13 The wind groaned through the yard. Somber faces, with wide eyes awaiting an education. Pale arms and legs bristling in the playground. Teachers thinking the sun has set on their dreams. The corporations rubbing their hands, stamping their boots. Another day at school now, but do they have a future?

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May 6, 2018

May 6, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC

Peeling Soles & Companies

Brown, peeling rubber soles on big feet Crunch crunch, the gravel and glass goes underfoot The overcast gloom of the early morning. Depressed and downhearted buildings lining the streets. Weeds encircling the gardens like a dragon looming over its prey. Flowers hanging their heads, gravely. Smudged faces, dark purple eyes, gaunt complexion, another restless night for these children. Bruises up and down each leg. Trodden, broken. “Not good enough” ringing in their ears. Dreary faces, ripped uniforms. The school building silhouetted against the grey, emotionless sky. “Line up in rows, nice and neat” They would hear this repeated for the rest of their lives. A zebra crossing worn and battered. Cigarettes passed from frail, wrinkled, hopeless hands. Hooked on 4 a day at the age of 13 The wind groaned through the yard. Somber faces, with wide eyes awaiting an education. Pale arms and legs bristling in the playground. Teachers thinking the sun has set on their dreams. The corporations rubbing their hands, stamping their boots. Another day at school now, but do they have a future?

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The time when clouds sail across the embers of an orange sky, just dying down The time when trees frame the sky, silhouetted branches reaching and grasping. Shades of violet and blue spilling over each other like a painted scene. The time when chimneys, in the gloom, puff their last breath. A time where night and day converse, lazily and soft spoken. Whispering to each other and giggling. The brightest of stars seemingly emerging from the clouds. A time for wonder and dreams.

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May 4, 2018

May 4, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC

May Twilight

The time when clouds sail across the embers of an orange sky, just dying down The time when trees frame the sky, silhouetted branches reaching and grasping. Shades of violet and blue spilling over each other like a painted scene. The time when chimneys, in the gloom, puff their last breath. A time where night and day converse, lazily and soft spoken. Whispering to each other and giggling. The brightest of stars seemingly emerging from the clouds. A time for wonder and dreams.

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Tumbling, falling, twirling over a desolate landscape Where flowers once grew, green and merry The delinquent hope that under, the suffocating snow, flowers can bloom. Shards of ice building from the rubble. Daggers of chill Changing, falling, melting beauty from ugly. At the edge of the glacier, a trapped memory teetering, to fall or fly. The cold whispering. The sun obscured by the clouds, brooding, grey A flurry of words, a once rapid river, as frozen as his heart Caught in a blizzard, hanging in the balance, will it thaw?

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 10:54 AM UTC

caught in a blizzard

Tumbling, falling, twirling over a desolate landscape Where flowers once grew, green and merry The delinquent hope that under, the suffocating snow, flowers can bloom. Shards of ice building from the rubble. Daggers of chill Changing, falling, melting beauty from ugly. At the edge of the glacier, a trapped memory teetering, to fall or fly. The cold whispering. The sun obscured by the clouds, brooding, grey A flurry of words, a once rapid river, as frozen as his heart Caught in a blizzard, hanging in the balance, will it thaw?

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The sun beamed at the meadow with blissful happiness As I rested by bones, bathed in warmth, the aroma of grass seasoned slightly by water droplets found itself comfortably in my nostrils Seas of time seemed to stretch out before me with welcoming arms The perfect tranquility, the soft breeze accompanied with the swaying of the flowers like some rhythmic dance. Green trees and foliage delighted to see me as I strolled by. Just over the dip a pond could be seen, jubilantly conversing with lazy dragon flies. Berries springing from every bush like glimmering jewels residing peacefully in a crown of leaves. The tactile curiosity of an ant navigating the plains of my palm. The blue sky stretching vastly in front of me yet seemed as though it was a canvas, waiting for my imagination to paint A place where time stops.

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Feb 27, 2018

Feb 27, 2018 at 11:11 AM UTC

Summer Scape

The sun beamed at the meadow with blissful happiness As I rested by bones, bathed in warmth, the aroma of grass seasoned slightly by water droplets found itself comfortably in my nostrils Seas of time seemed to stretch out before me with welcoming arms The perfect tranquility, the soft breeze accompanied with the swaying of the flowers like some rhythmic dance. Green trees and foliage delighted to see me as I strolled by. Just over the dip a pond could be seen, jubilantly conversing with lazy dragon flies. Berries springing from every bush like glimmering jewels residing peacefully in a crown of leaves. The tactile curiosity of an ant navigating the plains of my palm. The blue sky stretching vastly in front of me yet seemed as though it was a canvas, waiting for my imagination to paint A place where time stops.

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At birth labels were placed upon us Neat and nice, perfection almost Oblivious, unaware that these labels would form our outlook on life. Tags impervious to the most powerful emotions, chained to the heart The labels trapped and confined us Dragged us from the depths of the ocean to the soaring sky Our individuality seeming like a fleetting memory The labels stalked and followed. Purposefully picked and placed in rows. We accepted them obediently, However we were aware of the gloom But labels can be snapped by a change in perception

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Jan 30, 2018

Jan 30, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC

A Painful Division

At birth labels were placed upon us Neat and nice, perfection almost Oblivious, unaware that these labels would form our outlook on life. Tags impervious to the most powerful emotions, chained to the heart The labels trapped and confined us Dragged us from the depths of the ocean to the soaring sky Our individuality seeming like a fleetting memory The labels stalked and followed. Purposefully picked and placed in rows. We accepted them obediently, However we were aware of the gloom But labels can be snapped by a change in perception

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Language can form and diminish Paint pictures more vividly than pallets A thousand different stories flowing through the veins of society Words can be picked as subtle as a petal on a dandelion Or rushing over rocks as fast as the tide. Words and letters are as sharp as a knife or as lovlingly embracing as a hug Conversation ties and connects, ravels and unravels. Speeches can transform and inspire and move But all words have meaning

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Jan 28, 2018

Jan 28, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC

A Colourful Word

Language can form and diminish Paint pictures more vividly than pallets A thousand different stories flowing through the veins of society Words can be picked as subtle as a petal on a dandelion Or rushing over rocks as fast as the tide. Words and letters are as sharp as a knife or as lovlingly embracing as a hug Conversation ties and connects, ravels and unravels. Speeches can transform and inspire and move But all words have meaning

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Two paths sprawl out in front of you. Both identical. Both unforgiving. A wisp of opportunity caught in the belligerent breeze. Both could mould your perception and life You choose one, as you walk further, the end of the path seals itself; in a tight unforgiving knot. Further and further, wistfulness and curiosity descended upon you, plunging its claws and whispering, seeding itself in your mind. You peek over the divide however the other path has disappeared, travelled upon the wind. As you saw the end of your path, the storm clouds of regret rolled and boomed, rain drops of sorrow cascading against you. When looking back you saw only an impenetrable knot

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC

A Knotted Path

Two paths sprawl out in front of you. Both identical. Both unforgiving. A wisp of opportunity caught in the belligerent breeze. Both could mould your perception and life You choose one, as you walk further, the end of the path seals itself; in a tight unforgiving knot. Further and further, wistfulness and curiosity descended upon you, plunging its claws and whispering, seeding itself in your mind. You peek over the divide however the other path has disappeared, travelled upon the wind. As you saw the end of your path, the storm clouds of regret rolled and boomed, rain drops of sorrow cascading against you. When looking back you saw only an impenetrable knot

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