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RAJ NANDY Apr 2016
Dear Poet friends. After reading Dolly Lama’s poem ‘Poetry Helps Heal’, I was reminded of a poem I composed many years ago titled ‘The Healing Power of Poetry’. This poem is not a work of fiction, but based on reality. Hope you like it, and tell your friends to read the same. Thanks, - Raj, New Delhi.


  THE HEALING POWER OF POETRY:
    KNOWN  AS  ‘BIBLIOTHERAPY’

The word Poetry derives from the Greek word ‘poesis’,
Which means ‘a making’ of a literary art form,
Where language is used for its evocative, aesthetic,
and emotional response.
A poem is an emotional-intellectual-physical construct, -
meant to touch its reader’s heart!
Poetry links one individual to another by its
distilled experience.
Through its rhythm of words and imagery,  -
driving away our inner loneliness!

‘Words are the physicians of the diseased mind’, -
Oceanus  tells Prometheus in ancient Greek
Mythology.
Thus the Oracles at Delphi used the healing power
of poetry, -
Through their various ritualistic chants and
incantations;
And tamed many a savage mind into subjugation!

The Roman physician Soranus in the First Century
AD,
Had prescribed poetry and drama for his patients
who were mentally oppressed;
Tragedy for his maniac patients, and Comedy for
the depressed.
The great psychiatrist Sigmund Freud had clarified,
That it was not he but the Poet, who had discovered
the Subconscious Mind!
Freud went on to say that the human mind is a
poetry-making *****;
Focus of ‘poetry for healing’ is self-expression and
growth of the individual.
Whereas focus of ‘poetry as an art’ becomes the
very poem itself!
But both use the same technique Freud had said;
Words, rhythm, metaphors, sound, and images,
But in the end the result is the same.
The word ‘therapy’ comes from the Greek word
‘therapeia’, -
Meaning to nurse or cure through dance, song,
drama or poetry;
Perhaps the divine way to poetic therapy!
It is therefore not surprising that Asclepius, the
Greek God of Healing,
Is the son of Apollo, the God of Poetry and Medicine!

The first hospital for the mentally ill in the American
Colonies,
Was set up in Pennsylvania in 1751, by Benjamin
Franklin.
Where a number of ancillary treatments were used,
Including the writing of poetry and reading it aloud.
Written by the patients who were mentally ill.  @ (see notes)
‘Bibliotherapy’ was the term used for poetic therapy,
Which had become popular during the Sixties and
the Seventies.
It was also effectively used in Group Therapy,
With patients sharing their feeling and emotions,
Providing a release for their inner pain and tension !
The rhythm and repetition of words often created
a hypnotic trance, -
Reaching out to those ‘secret places’ - creating a
bridge, -
To that unconscious mind from which poetry springs!
Friends, in support of what I have just said let me
quote,
Those immortal lines which Robert Frost once wrote;-
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
  But I have promises to keep,
  And miles to go before I sleep,
  And miles to go before I sleep” # (see notes below)

Foot Notes: ** Initially poetry was ****** recited and also sung to the accompaniment of the lyre. After the invention of  writing, it started to develop its own form. Forms make arrangement out of derangement, harmony out of discord, and order out of chaos!
@= Writings of some of these patients were also published in a newspaper titled “The Illuminator”.
# = Lines quoted above are from Robert Frost’s famous poem, “Stopping by The Woods on A Snowy Evening”, - were extensively
used for poetic therapy at the Hospital.
        All Copy Rights Reserved By the Author Raj Nandy

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Illuminator

amidst passing clouds, gleaming

Silent Crusader
She said:

I am RA
Goddess of the Sun
Sun which I created
From the glow in my Eye.
Rise and fall
But never fail
Illuminator
of the darkest day
Sole star
Souldier star
I am RA
Goddess of the Sun.

Then She said:

And I am KAMARIA
Goddess of the Moon
Moon which I moulded
From the art in my Touch
Day and night
But never dark
Gatekeeper
Of the twilight's paradise
True moon
Full moon
I am KAMARIA
Goddess of the Moon

She is the spirit of dawn,
The spirit of dusk.

She is the sun that she created,
The moon that she moulded.

She is a force
Unbound
Shift and shape at will.

She is RA KAMARIA
The Woman In The Mirror.
Alicia Strong Jul 2011
Sitting in this empty room.
As I watch the shadows creep to the door.
Sitting on my bed I see,
The bits of dust as they fall to the floor.
Its so unreal how time flies by;
When the sun shines in,
All the shadows die.
And by that time, I'm sitting inside.
Waiting for the moon; My time to abide.

But from the light there's always dark.
And from the truth, theres always a lie.
Beyond the shadows there lies a mark,
Hidden by dust from days gone by.
So now you see; Moonlight so dark,
The shadows that creep,
The dust shall part.
An illuminator that fails to reap.
The Dust, The Sand, The Shadows; they sleep.

In the middle of the night,
The sandman comes 'round.
Perfecting infection,
Yet making no sound.
Spraying your eyes,
With his hellish dust,
Rebirthing your nightmares,
Perfecting your lust.

The daylight creeps in,
As I slowly wake.
The nightmares I had,
Were too much to take.
The Sandman had come,
And the Sandman had gone,
And all he had left,
Was the Dust at Dawn.
judy smith Dec 2015
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Take one (above)

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Glow show

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Lighten up

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Jemistine Feb 2015
Sometimes I don't know what is the best way to **** yourself
Am I too young to even plan this?
Or life isn't just for me

It seems like everyday I am dying slowly. I feel that I am suffocated in a closed room by people who are chaos to my thoughts and poison to my heart

I can't put all of my emotions in a tightly-closed jar because I fear that they will still come after me—
Seeping through my soul and in turn, will held me captive

A butterfly that has eluded to me; that's what you are
I tried so hard but I can't

Maybe if I die today; nothing will change
The stars will continue to appear
The sun will still give light at the surface of the Earth; able to provide sunshine to the people I left behind

The moon, the illuminator of darkness, despite its craters will always give hope in the absence of light

Is it me or my mind has completely gone wrong or my perception has just failed to look at the illusion this
world has cursed upon

c.j.d
Commuter Poet Sep 2018
Pale
Moon
Complete
Soft

Resting
Quietly
In
Morning sky

Placid
In victory
Illuminator
Of Night

Graceful
Harbinger
Of
New dawn

Sun
Rising
Golden
Glow

Dazzling
Showing me
How
To stand

I have to win
In the morning

To live out
My mission
Noble
Proud
26th September 2018
IsReaL E Summers Feb 2015
I don't know...
Maybe it's cause, it's just one-of-those days.
But I wanna just give it away...
Maybe its because,
Im a little-bit crazy...
Lil-bit lazy.
Or maybe...
Its the story itself...
LONGING TO BE FREE... from ME!
HOW CAN IT BE?
how?
                How can it be?
That You would use me?
(Back to the scene)
There's a mighty regime
"Illuminator" of darkened dreams
The Mark is seen
Then izzy starts to believe.
He embarks on the waters streams
"LIVING the dream"
He siphons others,
When well received.
All he achieves,
In just a few short weeks!
Making artists of thieves.
Conqueror of the disease,
of the fruit of deciet.
Not like art but of seeds,
Planting memory trees
In our children who need
Us
See Jesus.
(un-finished novel) iron & Clay© 2014
Nicole Eden May 2018
i have not written a word of him-
since that moment i finally (reluctantly) let you cloud my mind over what i thought was my sunshine.

i thought you were the clouds ruining my day,
however, he was the clouds, blocking the blinding light that you knew i needed most.

i realize now that you are the brightest sunlight i have ever seen.
that your constant warmth and radiance enveloping me is the most powerful illuminator i will ever have.

i used to think that tall halogen lamp added a nice touch to my living room, until i found a more modern stainless steel one to replace it with instead. and even then, i allowed a crystal chandelier to hang from my ceiling. but none of them compare to the light i found hidden behind those clouds.

occasionally, i will have a rainy day where the old clouds form again and block my view of your sunshine. on those days, i feel like drowning in a puddle of my own tears and i tend to drown you too. i form imaginary clouds to try and block you out.

yet somehow, even when the thunderstorms roll in, you manage to clear them away and give me a rainbow.

you are God's Promise to me that the sun will always shine, and no matter how hard i try to cover you up, you always will be there waiting for me.

and i will bask in the sunlight forever <3
for my sunshine, sam
de Negre Sep 2018
singed by acute crossroads
        we are marooned through indecision-
pulling our weight
        trying to lighten the load

we bare it as does the earth
        and the sun lying on its cot
ready to fall beneath the resting place
        the coal of the hearth, warm in rage

our reflections are true in its image
        everything is a mirror
if you are willing to accept what you see.
        our weight falls from pinning

beneath that hibernating skyline
        as the sun turns it's red steel cheek.
the chains binding us to our burdens
        fall with that sleeping illuminator

pulling us to the ground, the dirt
         turned to mud with our spit,
the slime of creation in the eyes
         of the god we have failed.

only once our tounges rest with the rocks
        as the sun does with its cot,
may we (in our eyes) look up to the creator,
        and ask him to break our chain.
a different tone than my other poems, however, enjoy
nivek Mar 2021
That burning star,
unimaginable furnace

so gentle at distance
a touch on your skin

a light to see by
the feel good factor

germinator, fire in the sky,  
Moon illuminator.

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