Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
  Sep 13 Traveler
Universe Poems
Divine feminine
Venus
Freya
Luna cycles
Nature’s layer
Thirteenth
Under the moon
Freya see you soon
Honor the cycles of creation,
death and rebirth
Pagan times
Creativity
Celebrate beauty
Wisdom and nourishment,
of the soul rhymes
Ancient times
French
Friday
Freya
Vendredi
Venus
Friday three

© 2024 Carol Natasha Diviney, Ph.D.
Traveler Sep 13
it’s not me….

Ethnic hatred is below me.
There’s nowhere in this world you can travel that love is not alive and thriving!

I have no interest in gangs of propagandised thugs who never mention peace in their narratives.
Nor..
Finger pointing..
Gas lighting..
Lying politicians running every party that matters.

There’s no country, no society, no people on this earth that deserve to die.
I know better than to believe such lies!
TT
  Sep 11 Traveler
Mrs Timetable
I don't like the middle
It feels like an ocean
Swimming it everyday
I want to be close to the shore
Where you are
Where I can at least see you
Hear you
The middle feels almost like
Drowning
You are too far
To help me get thru
Or throw me a lifeline
Reassure me
So
I can at least float
To your shore
I hate the middle of the week. This is my best description of how it feels.
when somethings on your mind and it bothers you
find someone you trust to tell your troubles to
dont sit there and suffer they wont go away
its time to tell a friend what you want to say

they will sit and listen try understand
do the best they can to lend a helping hand
tell them how your feeling let your feelings show
dont sit there and bottle it let it out let go
  Sep 11 Traveler
CJ Sutherland
Think
About.              it
If                             every  
body                            Helped
Just.                                       one
Person.                     ­            What.            
      a                                   wonderful
world.                            it
would        be





Post grip
I’ve been pondering this concept for a couple of weeks now. A man behind me at the grocery store had one item. I let him go in front of me, and he was very grateful. I had quite a few things, and I wasn’t in a hurry. He grabbed a few things at the register like most of us do. We got to talking how most people say negative things, and they don’t bother the time to say thank you or a simple kindness. Then when his change came, he told the checker to give it to me one good turn deserves another. He sad smiling. This was a man late 60s early 70s.. He was wearing a Taco Bell apron, ( probably on a break or lunch ) and he gave me his change!
one person. whatever you can,
I don’t know I am pretty confident that was the Lord telling me I’m on the right track. Now I’m excited to pay it forward.
It’s just a couple of bucks, but it was enough for lunch.



Inspired song

We are the world. We are the children.
Multiple artist 1-28-1985
I was trying to make the poem
in the shape of the world.
But like the world
things don’t always fit
the way you want them to.
Next page