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POEM TITLED: THROUGH A LOOKING GLASS

POEM SERIES #11

In her mind she saw herself, all dull and unattractive.

There she went feeling gloomy and inexpressive.

Her friends she thought, all robust and cheery.

Dear little Maina found no need to be merry.

She lived in a cute little bungalow up the hill side.

With her family that could not light up her inside.

Kept to herself imprisoned by falsehood and trepidation.

Dear little Maina wallowed in the cocoon of her imagination.

She was never part of the fun side of happenings.

Always the subject of mean tricks and jestings.

Until the day she stumbled upon an old dusty mirror.

Dear little Maina would at last alter her believe in error.

Gazing through the dusty mirror came a beam of illumination.

Inspiration rising as she continued to devour without reservation.

An encounter that would reflect the beauty within so freely.

Dear little Maina could see the vision she desired so passionately.

Through a looking glass sparked her journey of self discovery.

A new reality that propelled her to stand tall in bravery.

Invoking strength that shatters the barriers of the old.

Dear little Maina ready to step out and take on her world.

BY: BRIEFTALKS

I HOPE MY WRITING INSPIRES YOU TOO!!

POEM TITLED: NOT MY HEREDITARY

POEM SERIES #6.

To labour in the heat.

To wash your dirty wares.

Making sure the house is neat.

Upon my weary state.

Running up and down the stairs.

Before the sun comes up.

And yet a simple ‘Thank You’.

Seems way too much.

2.

You think it’s my duty.

My hereditary as you said.

To toil nonstop.

While you do best at complain.

But let me tell you something.

Things are changing as you can see.

So it’s better you realise.

That this is not my hereditary.

BY: BRIEF TALKS

I HOPE MY WRITING INSPIRES YOU TOO

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#BL(S)M

#BLM SERIES #1

BLACK LIVES MATTER. THEY ALWAYS HAVE AND THEY ALWAYS WILL.

THIS IS THE FIRST POST OF THE #BLM SERIES ON BRIEF TALKS. STAY TUNED 🙂

#BLACK LIVES (STILL) MATTER

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POEM TITLED: TIME

POEM SERIES #5

Tick tock…tick tock…
Life is counting down on your internal clock.

Memories that feel as if they occurred yesterday
turn to flashes of moments that seem to fade away.

People you once knew
walk by without a clue.

The times you once shared
exist as if you were never there.

Years fly…friends die…
and you never know when you’ll say your last goodbye.

Oh, how I wish I could turn back time,
spend it with loved ones and cherish what once was mine.

Or to go back even more,
being a kid in a candy store.

How I miss the way I used to feel
on Christmas day when Santa was real.

But back to reality…back to today,
family is scarce and memories continue to fade away.

Tick tock…tick tock…
How I wish I could control this clock.

BY: Joe Massocco

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POEM TITLED: WHAT LIFE SHOULD BE

POEM SERIES #4.

1

To learn while still a child

What life is meant to be

To know it goes beyond myself

 Is so much more than me

2

To overcome the tragedies

To survive the hardest times

To face those moments filled with pain

And still manage to be kind

3

To fight for those who can’t themselves

To always share my light

With those who wander in the dark

To love with all my might

4

To still stand up with courage

Though standing on my own

To still get up and face each day

Even when I feel alone

5

To try and understand the ones

That no one cares to know

And make them feel some value

When the world has let them go

6

To be an anchor, strong and true

That person, loyal to the end

To be a constant source of hope

To my family and my friends

7

To live a life of decency

To share my heart and soul

To always say I’m sorry

When I’ve harmed both friend and foe

8

To be proud of whom I’ve tried to be

And this life I choose to live

To make the most of everyday

By giving all I’m able to give

9

To me that’s what life should be

To me that’s what is for

To take what God has given me And make it so much more

BY: Pat A. Fleming

A very inspiring poem by Pat A. Fleming. This is actually one of my favourite poems. Enjoy 🙂

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POEM TITLED: THE NIGHT SKY

POEM SERIES #2

1

I look up in awe

Staring at the deep of the horizon

Tens of diamonds in the sky

Ever so cryptic I see my mind

A vacuum but ambivalence

Waiting to release all emotions

2

I release in illustrations

Stick figures would I draw

With my aesthetic mind

And a capricious look

Looking up to my very own silver screen

Watching anecdotes of the previous day

3

Ever so small

Ever so bright

Ever so high

Is this lovely diamond of the sky

Some telling a story of their own

When connected dot to dot

4

Ever so infinite

Ever so empty

Ever so dark

Is this vacuum of a night sky

Anecdotes drawn and yet undrawn

In the boundless night sky

5

How I love the bodies of the dark

In which I find peace from the insanity of the day

When I illustrate with my aesthetic mind

Into this silver screen of a night sky

6

Until lethargy consumes me

And I flip a new page

For the night of the next day

By: Brief Talks

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POEM TITLED: THE LAST PAGE.

POEM SERIES #1.

1

A sound sleep after crossing the line.

Perseverance, the secret, a key.

On this long voyage

As old as time.

2

An ongoing course with both origin and end.

This river, where the waves

Are forever in tranquility or disarray.

Its sweet waters

Like a comforting embrace.

And bitter flows

A fatal contagion.

3

A quest, race, test.

For survival, for rest.

And I too have been in this long race

Since I was first brought forth

Under the crimson morn.

4

Alone on my raft.

My only comrade, a golden compass.

The masses have different vessels from one another

And get capsized offentimes.

5

Some fade away or wander by the river bank.

This voyagers set out but never cross the line.

But I would never pause till I reach my rest.

Till the end is nigh, I wouldn’t stop

6

When the sun was apex

I made myself another vessel

A fine boat of many colours.

7

Again, I continued to seek nature’s rest

In the eve of the day

When time seemed endless likewise this quest.

My mind, heavy with qualm.

8

As I approach bitter waters

I smile; despite the raging waves

I could make out the river’s end

Just a few moments away

9

I see rest on the other side

A hoary mist; the deepest of night

His wings of sleep spread abroad

And arms ajar

For a sweet embrace

10

It’s just a few moments away

I can’t wait

Till night falls

Till the end

By: Brief Talks

This is a poem I wrote about life illustrated as a voyage on the river. Please Enjoy!

I like writing poetry because it’s a way for me to express myself and relieve stress. I hope my writing inspires you.

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