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Michel Lee Johnson
Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era and is a dual citizen of the United States and Canada. Today he is a poet, freelance writer, amateur photographer, and small business owner in Itasca, DuPage County, Illinois. Mr. Johnson is published in more than 2033 new publications. His poems have appeared in 41 countries; he edits and publishes ten poetry sites. He is the administrator of six Facebook poetry groups; he has several new poetry chapbooks coming out soon. He has over 533 published poems to date. Michael Lee Johnson has been nominated for 2 Pushcart Prize awards poetry 2015/1 Best of the Net 2016/2 Best of the Net 2017, 2 Best of the Net 2018. Two hundred thirty-one poetry videos are now on YouTube https://www.youtube.com/user/poetrymanusa/videos. Editor-in-chief poetry anthology, Moonlight Dreamers of Yellow Haze: http://www.amazon.com/dp/1530456762; editor-in-chief poetry anthology, Dandelion in a Vase of Roses available here https://www.amazon.com/dp/1545352089. Editor-in-chief Warriors with Wings: The Best in Contemporary Poetry, http://www.amazon.com/dp/1722130717.
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Showers & Rain
By Michel Lee Johnson
I’d like to see you in showers,
shadows, memories, final hours
that end this rain.
Daisies reveal your simple secrets,
yellow perverted pleasures, complicated,
often unseen mysteries like
Forget your sins & dance with me.
All petals at some point fall
in season come to despair
same as a desperate ending.
I focus on memories now,
represent all short stories shared,
a poem or two no one will remember,
a Hemingway legacy funeral,
one family member,
one suicide at a time.
By Michel Lee Johnson
We all wait for our death certificates—
aging bodies, sagging arms, necks with wrinkles.
We drag our bodies around shopping malls
in all shapes, funny forms, walk
around in tennis shoes early mornings.
Don’t stretch out here too far.
Just get our groceries, see our grandchildren,
Lucky Charms, no witchcraft, but Jesus
finds our way home.
Kansas, Old Abandoned House (V4)
By Michel Lee Johnson
(Photo Available/Ekphrastic poem)
House, weathered, bashed in grays, spiders,
homespun surrounding yellows and pinks
on a Kansas, prairie appears lonely tonight.
The human theater lives once lived here
inside are gone now,
buried in the back, dark trail
behind that old outhouse.
Old wood chipper in the shed, rustic, worn, no gas, no thunder, no sound.
Remember the old coal bin, now open to the wind,
but no one left to shovel the coal.
Pumpkin patches, corn mazes, hayrides all gone.
Deserted ghostly children still swing abandoned in the prairie wind.
All unheated rooms no longer have children
to fret about, cheerleaders have long gone,
the banal house chills once again. It is winter,
three lone skinny crows perched out of sight
on barren branched trees silhouetted in early morning
hints of pink, those blues, wait with hunger strikes as winter
that snow starts to settle in against moonlight skies.
Kansas becomes a quiet place when those first snowfalls.
There is the dancing of the crows−
that lonely wind, that creaking of the doors, no oil in the joints.
Michel Lee Johnson
Old Irving Park,
Jasper lives in a garret
no bigger than a single bed.
Jasper, 69, clouds of smoke
Lucky Strike unfiltered cigarettes.
He dips Oreo cookies in skim milk.
Six months ago,
the state revoked
his driver’s license-
between the onset
of macular degeneration,
gas at $4.65 a gallon,
and late-stage emphysema,
life for Jasper has stalled out
in the middle lane,
like his middle month
social security check, it is gone.
There is nothing academic about Jasper’s life.
Today the mailbox journey is down
the spiraling stairwell; midway,
he leans against the wall.
Deep breaths from his oxygen tank.
Life is annoying with plastic tubes up his nose.
Relief, back in the attic, with just his oxygen tank,
his Chicago Cubs, losers, are playing
on his radio, WGN, 720 AM.
Equipment, enjoyment at last,
Jasper leans back in his La-Z-Boy recliner.
He reaches for a new pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes.
Jasper grabs a lukewarm Budweiser beer from his mini-fridge.
Deep breaths, a match lit near his oxygen tank.
Early love is sundance
Just before the rays ravish earth
Just before they warm
The human hearth
It is dawn
Crispy clean, pristine, ,
New hope's sweet beginnings.
Early love is a dream
That puts out a bud
Tender tentative true.
Yet to blossom
Or connect with gnarly roots.
Early love is breathless anticipation
The thrill of the chase for some
For me, it is the slow promise of fruition
Riding the rising arc of the swing
Before it climaxes in
To start a swift downward spiral,
Touching base with reality.
Glimpse of bliss
Blue, white infinity,
Early love is trust, not a touchdown
A slow burn lingering start
Gnosis of the rich treasury to plunder
A tryst with sun entrenched kiss.
(c) Amrita Valan 2020
Photo Credit:Trent Haaland Unsplash
Forests - Restless New Leaves
Tender tight rolls of green leaves slowly emerge
Feeding off sunlight galore
Shy no more, they open up, budding
Green scholars of heavenly wisdom
The lovely moist green ripens, reaping
Bright sun stroked yellows,
The blazing fire of carnal cornucopia
Spread word through the forests,
Restless new leaves
Rustle and crackle,
Whispers in ephemeral woods
Of a rustic ravishing beauty
In a frenzy of yellow-red gold dappled fire,
These nymphs of nature conspire,
Run amok on Spring
Drunken with Sunshine saké
Bellissima leaves and leaflets are outdoing flowers today
They adorn woods and dales, glens and copses,
Tchaikovsky's bewitching ballerinas
Tagore's lovely sparkling damsels,
Even the bleached yellow old maids
And rusty red-cheeked wenches
Flitter and flutter
Glitter on their skin
flirtatious hot tamales
Chasing butterflies drunk on mead
What a bacchanalia
In the gold-hued breeze!
Who is coming,
In this eternal cyclic wake,
Of Nature's ephemeral tease?
© Amrita Valan 2021
Photo Credit: Kunal Shinde Unsplash
Cracks in the Faultline – by Del Gibson
There’s a Faultline and its running through my heart, and there’s a freight train coming for me, my love, the end the start, is always magic until it finally all falls apart, and I am waiting, watching, living a nightmare, hear my words as I depart.
The voices whisper and yell at me, telling me I will soon be dead, hey you! Is there a god? If so please, let me know that you are here, so I can be safe in the knowledge that I don’t have to live here in this fear.
The ghosts they live, and they are touching me, frightening me, creeping in the night, they crawl, they slither, creeping through my head, my body, and my sight, is inhibited, and blurred, there is something here not right.
Crack me open, open me up and have a taste of what I see. Am I the monster in the mirror there staring back at me? All the pain, all the love, all the torment in my dreams, turn into nightmares, turn into anguish, turn into torturous, vicious screams.
Coming from deep inside I try to hide I know this might end bad, all of these tears, my fears they screw with my head and I know it’s very sad when I see myself a shell of the person I have now become, no more rain, no pain, no moon, no more languishing in the sun.
I am afraid and my anxiety makes it so I can never leave the house, hiding away, pitter-pattering in this tomb-like I’m a frightened little mouse, too scared to admit I messed it all up by letting myself go, and I am too unwell and messed in the head to even let it show.
Life flows and ebbs and it has been said we seek what we miss most, in the dark, in the night, someday I just might leave this place and heal my soul, heal my wounds, heal the scars, though I think when I look I’ll see, it was me the whole entire time destroying my life for me.
It doesn’t take a scientist to know what we give out comes back to us three-fold, what we think comes out in words, what we say comes out in hurt.
Memories they break us, make us, feel the tears I cry, under the ground, and six feet deep beneath the soil I lie, it was fun while it lasted, now my words have just been blasted, and although my words are deep, we always sow what we do reap.
Copyright © Gibson, Del 2021
POISON – by Del Gibson
I’ve got something on my mind.
And there are people,
I’m gonna have to leave behind.
If that’s the way it’s got to be,
In the mirror, I see myself, and my heart bleeds.
Facing monsters in my head that are my family,
Ripping chunks and bits and pieces. Take it all from me.
Deep inside me,
The ghosts are coming home.
I feel them creeping, cracking, screaming, breaking every single bone.
The silence is deadly.
The night is heavy.
My head is splitting in two.
I’m getting really sick.
I think that I’ve been,
Poisoned in the head.
By your words,
Your broken promises,
And every word you’ve ever said.
It makes me sick knowing,
You’ve got a way with murder,
And now I’m dead,
Taking poison just to hide.
You took my soul,
You broke my heart,
You killed my dreams,
Ripped me apart.
You are toxic, violent, lying, hurting, hating on me.
You are not my friend or lover,
You are now my enemy–poison.
Copyright © Gibson, Del 2021
Save my Soul – by Del Gibson
In the night I scream, is this a nightmare or just another dream?
Counting shadows around my room, I fear their presence; feeling doomed.
Cast their darkness, spread their fear, at the end of the bed they near.
In my fright I cannot move, the lights flicker in the room.
On the ceiling, they crawl across the floor, along the wall.
Knock, knock, knocking in my head
Bang, bang, banging, am I dead?
The mist it spreads, it doesn’t take me long to discover that something is very, very wrong.
Distorted faces in my face it smells of death my heartbeat races in the darkness it takes me places through my fear I can taste it, my bed is shaking the room is spinning the ghosts are pacing my head is hurting.
Will I wake from this, I wonder?
Outside my window, the rain and thunder.
Lord, bring me mercy tonight, bring me back into the light.
Save my soul, I ask you this, give me release and endless bliss.
Copyright © Gibson, Del 2021
Michael D. Kellett
Upon a bitter dream, we live
A mountain echo we become
A shadow of what once we were
With nothing left to give
We stand upon a silent shore
The seagulls lofted high above
In a daydream, stance w idle there
While we do ignore
But soon we’re called to wakefulness
To strange sights never seen before
We fight and struggle mightily
And try and pass the test
All dream worlds always have their place
And oftentimes we must escape
To rest our tired and weary mind
And slow our driving haste,
But always we must ready be
For life is full of twists and turns
And any road we’re forced to take
Cannot be driven idly
Life isn’t full of red roses in bloom
It is not a game won by chance
And nothing worthwhile is ever done
If left to happenstance
Bumps on life’s roadway aren’t smoothed with a wish
And mountains aren’t climbed by a dream
An effort is needed for things great and small
And all of those things in between
Never a job will be started and done
If you think that you do not know how
And everything takes on a satisfying hue,
With a measure of sweat on the brow
Peace on Earth
“Peace on earth and goodwill toward men,”
The angel was heard to say
The message, alas, has now been lost
Discarded along our way,
Man is on a mission from which he can’t turn,
A mission too much in demand
As he works and works for brand new ways,
To kill his fellow man
Is all our hope gone in this fast-paced world?
Have things worked out for the good?
Could we right the things we know are wrong
If we did the things we should?
Or are we all doomed to our selfishness
As we rush headlong into the day?
And are we not guilty of stabbing wounds
When we don’t watch the things we say?
Answers don’t come from the TV set
Or from the writer’s pen
The angel said, “Peace on earth,
Peace and goodwill toward men.”
Sunset of Red Roses
By Rebeca Aguila
Beautiful nevertheless, thorny. The color of love, beauty, affection, and passion. What could this elegant yet delicate flower symbolize? A secret? Romance? A secret lover, perhaps? Woe is for me to let my mind wander in this manner. A rose can be mysterious yet compelling to the eye of the beholder. The colorful perfume of an exquisite and impeccable blossom infusing the timeless fragrance of a classy as well as dashing floret. Touching a petal from this fragile flower is magical. In the aspect of cloth, it feels as if you were wrapped in a silky cotton, hugging you like a summer breeze. Whenever someone sees a red bloom, what they hear? Robins singing? Paint doused on a canvas? A heart beating? To me, a rose means everything to me
KAREN RACHEL KENNEDY
What's it going to take to help you fight the blues,
Where in your mind, it's a snooze, & all you do is lost;
To fairy dust up your nose, it's ruining your life, a prisoner to the booze, which invokes the coke, & all you do is cruise;
From day to night, night to day,
It's all a blur, your heart is bare.
You're caught up in a snare,
A victim in despair;
When are you going to wake up,
To the people who really care,
While you kill all of your dreams,
Buried inside your screams;
You're only fooling yourself,
The coke has got you trapped.
While life is passing you by,
I wonder what makes you cry,
Not the fact that your kids are sad,
Where is our dear Dad;
Or your brother whose heart is aching,
For the brother who is forsaking,
The love & care he needs,
While the inside of your heart just bleeds,
For a time when life was bliss,
Don't you miss a tender kiss;
All I can do is pray, while your life's in disarray.
But you need real help now darling,
Pushing us away is not the answer for today;
Do I send this verse to you,
You can make fun of this, it's true.
But the person you're hurting the most is simply, only you;
So reach down deep inside, let go of your precious pride.
coz that ain't gonna help you much, you've got to get back in touch,
And face reality today, because life's too precious for you to stay.
in an addicted world that's fueled with fear.
Because the coke has made you steer,
Into a world of madness, sadness & mayhem,
You know it's time for help; you need a safe haven;
But it's up to you it's true, there's only so much we can do, while you deny the facts,
It's not too late to get off this beaten track;
But I fear for you, it's true, how can your body renew,
when day after day, you deny, while we can all hear, your heartbreaking cries;
By the silence that's so pervasive, your absence is not persuasive.
for it shows us all, it's true, we all know you feel so blue;
So reach out for us, we're here,
we care so much, it's clear,
But only you can take the first step. I know it's the barrier that's left;
but you know how life is for living, take a leap of faith, otherwise, the coke will start it's killing,
For you have much to do, start realizing it's true.
Then maybe life can help you too, on a better path that's new, I pray you take it too!
By Dhananjay Singh
Love is a string of emotions.
Love runs in nerves with strong vibrations.
Sometimes love hurts.
At other times, love bursts.
Remember that love never ends.
All lifelong love sustains.
People ask why do we love?
Friends, this is the Twenty-First Century.
Emotions are fake.
And love is imperfect.
THE CLIFF OF DEATH – by Del Gibson
Flying through a cloud of emptiness,
soft shadows of dark caress
my solo flight is becoming
the sweet solitude enriching
the pale glow enchanting.
Along a path of glass, I walk
lonely as a stranger in the night
and as lost as a blind man in the light
yet I have chosen to walk this path alone.
On a journey to pure simplicity,
stumbling gently on sands of fire
shall I stand on the ground so warm and familiar?
to stand on these legs would surely mean
that I will be walking alone again.
To wither like the autumn leaf
portrays a picture of satisfaction
I stand upon feet of clay
through a sprinkle of sunset dust
upon the never-ending road of desert stones
silently gathering frostbitten memories
of how grand life once was
and how beautiful it should have been.
Inside, we carried
two different seas
But when my palms
clenched your fingers,
our tides were
found in each other's
Love crumpled down
The world crumpled down.
Bits and pieces flew left to mourn.
Love was never a way of my own.
Love was just the beginning, only to kindle the growing.
The Poor by Ritika Khattar
WE DON’T NEED TO BE FILTHY RICH OR LOADED TO HELP THE NEEDY THE POOR AND THE HUNGRY. ALL WE NEED IS TO HAVE A GOOD HEART.
Sometimes the one who drives your expensive car goes home walking
Bearing all the unjust, violence, and mocking.
The one who guards crores of your money doesn’t get his money on time
Why isn’t beating an impoverished- lower class or denying them a livelihood a crime?
Sometimes the one who delivers the pizza to you in 30 minutes sleeps empty stomach
And you think the money in your pocket makes you superior. Ugh.
Sometimes the one who makes your tall buildings has a roof leaking when it’s raining.
They treat you with love and respect, even when they’re drowsy and draining.
When fate hands us money, let’s help them
and the ones who mistreat the poor will be condemned
Ask your worker if you could quench his thirst
Whoever has a bountiful eye will be blessed
For he shares his bread with the poor
After all, they have a right to be treated with love, respect, and honor.
This world is filled with givers and takers.
The takers might eat greater
But the givers sure sleep better.
Light by Ritik Aggarwal
Lost confidence in his stature fell into a dark pit,
Confused and stricken needed closure as the story unraveled bit by bit.
Everything happened when progressing to a new stage where opportunities and doubts were all in place,
Deep down his self-belief was in a cage, trying to climb and recognizing he still has all to chase.
Took decisions to bring out some light is still trying to stand out from the crowd,
But will someday take the flight struggles but negative emotions will still keep him under the cloud.
Decisions will be questioned and will want to stop,
He has been destined to cry; he doesn’t have an option to pause.
Continuing the same path hefty burden still lies with him as pain,
In hope he was reminiscent of his past and what all he gained.
Reminiscing changed to recognition of self and he soon realized the error of the ways he took the right,
Yet difficult decisions in life, but tumbled down because he lost the light.
He picked up the pieces and started his new goal to take a plunge over the cloud,
Laziness, doubts, and delays were obstacles he faced, to name a few
he rekindled his candle and realized his faith to make himself accomplished and proud.
Lost Humanity by Arushi Sharma
Humans lost the tint of humanity,
Gave up on love, respect, and sanity,
They got hooked up on vanity,
Gave up on benevolence and chose inanity,
They say they belong to Gen-alpha or Gen-Z,
They made the science of everything easy,
No doubt though; but there’s more to see,
In this era of a surge of modernization,
They just lost the ability to realize,
Surely, you come and ask anyone,
Everyone is hurt by someone,
See the youth having mental health issues,
And everybody’s blind to the happy cues,
Different opinions building up dominant views,
And the unwillingness to be in someone else’s shoes,
Intolerance, aggression and irritability, and lust.
All I can find is total instability and broken trust.
See the shattered faiths and cold hearts,
Fake faces; hollow relations with hoax starts,
Bewildered hopes and hyped lunacy,
All I can see is disappearing courtesy,
And dying emotions with unneeded ferocity.
The ‘oh-so-cool savagery and vanishing generosity,
Deteriorating inner peace and declining productivity,
The boost in soreness of hearts and discarded proclivity,
Fading smiles and absurd words,
Growing greed and desire for perks,
Individuality as a concept is misinterpreted,
And the youth is walking all unregretted,
Humans were supposed to be sagacious,
But you witness them being all malicious,
The sensitives keep on hurting on and on,
And the poor keep suffering on and on,
The strong don’t show empathy,
The rich don’t show sympathy,
All that is dominating is psychopathy,
All that is flourishing is sociopathy,
See; the extinction of humbleness and gratitude,
Is replaced by the evolution of ego and toxic attitude,
Oh, Lord! I never prayed for a world like this,
That’s intellectually strong but emotionally weak,
I never wished to live in a world like this,
That’s financially bold but morally meek,
Can we all together just change it, please?
It’ll take time, but at least we’ll be at peace,
Would you take the pledge to start a change today?
Or you’ll sit and watch the homecoming of Doom’s Day?
Because Karma is something for real,
Until the humans are ready for burial.
A different Love Story - Vani Shukla
On a cold winter morning,
It was the month of January.
I peeped out of my window; everything was blurry,
so blurry as if someone had painted it white.
This cold sent a chill down my spine.
Sipping onto the coffee cup in my blanket,
I wondered what if he was here,
I would have been fine.
I got up, plugged in my earplugs, lifted the weights,
my picture in the mirror depicted someone who had been thugged.
Tears were rolling down my chin; I might never grin.
His picture hung on the wall,
his courage and valor stood tall.
The dimple on his cheek, in his eyes, a tweak.
they say he is away, very far away.
Seeing that I even blushed today,
His uniform in the cupboard smelled of him as I held it.
I could feel him beside me, like a strong tree.
My duty for the nation then came to my mind,
I wore my uniform that lined.
He was brave for the nation; it was his life that he gave.
What if - Shivangi Kumar
Last night while gazing at the stars
Some thoughts crossed my mind:
Giving me a feeling of content
Making me think about the what-ifs?
What if all this time the struggle which we endure is nothing but something that is leading us to a beautiful destination in our life?
What if everything will work out, even if it doesn’t seem like it right now?
What if whom we become is whom we’ve needed to be all along?
What if all of this sadness one day leads us to be our happiest selves?
What if we replace all the pessimism with a little optimism?
What if I fall?
Oh, but my darling, what if you fly?
Would our way of looking at life as nothing but a trap will change?
I believe so and maybe you do too.
Covid is a fall
And seems God's call
It cuts breath
And make people forever asleep
Countless get infected
Many more affected
Medical care getting exhausted
What to do? Where to go?
Are the questions being subjected
Life has become hell
And is a sign of God's bell
The king is helpless
And the mob lying restless.
Oxygen is taking its last breath
Lying ahead is only God's wreath
Remdesivir has gone from the shelf
And now no one comes for help
The crematorium is full
Their scene is very awful
A life spent waiting in a queue
After death also nothing new
Now God is the hope
With His help only the man can cope.
Life can only be saved
If God's comes to prevent this deadly wave.
By D Dhananjay Singh
if everyone was a hero
tiptoe in the shadows
without an ego
standing tall and proud
in a crowd
if everyone was a hero
towering will power
of the hour
if everyone was a hero
avowed and endowed
if everyone was a hero
true full grown
if everyone was a hero
liven to an oath
come to the forth
give the time
when in need
if everyone was a hero
if this it could be a status quo
if this could grow
if this could always glow
if this could be echoes
it would be a better place to be
By Guy Chambers
on a wish
on a daybreak
on a wish
on a wake
cast it into a day
on one’s heart
an eye to
a tick of a cloak
on a wish
on a windbreak
ear on the wind
can’t tell you everything
on a wish
on a make
upon a will
one’s finger thin
on a wish
on a sake
too the eye
lie in wait
for arise of fate
on a wish
on a keepsake
By Guy Chambers
In Towards Understanding, her first book of poetry, Lillian was able to share her real-life journey of growing up on her own, struggling to survive, breaking the chains of inner conflict, and finally growing "towards understanding" of her value and purpose in life–but not quite reaching it. Readers witness her survive childhood trauma, learn that her life does indeed have value, and discover a passion for the environment, animals, gardening, and writing. The collection of 125 poems is arranged chronologically in order to walk the reader through her experiences over a 17-year period (1988-2005). Many of those poems won awards and literary recognitions for Towards Understanding were published in a wide variety of online and print publications in Africa, UK, US and Canada.
AMAZON USA: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1475221703
AMAZON CANADA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1475221703
SOMEWHERE DOWN DEEP BELOW
*Note by author: This one shows the emotional upheaval and recovery process, the exhausted, elated victory of one wall eroded away while the realization that there is so much left to do sinks in.
Somewhere down deep below,
Feelings inside me multiply and sow.
The harder, colder feelings than enhance,
And outside, they are determined to show.
Sticking to all four sides, they take control.
Bouncing back and forth, the inner starts an echo.
Resounding lessons and sermons –
All mixed up words that reap confusion
As they bond and fill every hollow.
Somewhere down deep below,
The ability to love dimly glows.
It sends a shadow down the forbidden path…
And then one wall begins to erode.
One down, yet thousands to go…
Slower, yet steadier, the programmed feelings flow.
This endless battle has made the slightest advance,
Behold! The cycle has surely begun to slow!
*- Ode to Dave B. – my loving husband of 31 years (so far), written when we first met. He patiently waited for me to trust in love.
Who are you to disturb my inner thoughts?
To come here, innocently driving my fears away;
Creating new fears as the old ones fade?
Don’t go - but for God’s sake don’t stay.
Show yourself to me or just go away.
Your feelings are welcome here I think,
Wanting your smiles and tears;
And with you, I lose some fear.
Yet I try not to care.
I may not be able to stop the flow.
Gotta ask you to stop this but please don’t you go.
I am confused between my fears and you
To you, I am who I am.
Still, you stay where you stand.
I fear I may enjoy this too much
Might not let go of your hand.
I’ll be strong, take it as it comes, and enjoy our time.
Wait for the inevitable chime.
I’ll try not to push you away, I swear.
Nor will I show you too much.
Yet it is so hard not to believe in this.
Poem by Del Gibson
The resounding voices in my head,
too many names, but much the same,
indeed, it can be distracting, always listening,
never learning. But it seems such a waste
to set aside my vivid imagination,
hastily closing it inside a box, the box that leaks words
of pain and fear inside my head.
Did I disappear somewhere? Never to return again,
except in these pages I write, my plight,
to see if I just might, come through this undestroyed.
This madness inside my head, my mind turned
and reeling and looking at the ceiling,
as the pills bliss me away from the stress and the pain,
never to return again, except in broken dreams, and fractured sleep.
This madness is insane, will I ever be myself again, or not?
Maybe this is all I am, my lot, in life?
This is me, that is you. This is whom I have become.
Mad and strange, and odd, just me blowing in the breeze,
hiding in the trees and bushes, dead weeds and rotten roses.
My crazy and demented mind, it belongs to me, alone!
And alone I will follow and never wallow in the memories
of when, life was so simple and then so grand, and then
here I am, standing in the rain, wondering where I’m going,
and where the hell I’ve been?
Written by Harshita ✍️
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past, stop planning the future, stop trying to figure out precisely how we feel, stop deciding with our mind what we want our heart to feel, and sometimes we just have to go with 'whatever happens, happens.' but why ???
It's an internal connection with our soul
Am I healing - Soul talks to me
Am I missing - sometimes miserable feeling from inside out
Am I living - living things are living but we internally Happy or sad soul
Am I looking - what I am looking at,
Who we are looking for, who is noticing us? Why we feel this moment of looks, grab moment which we feel good about ourselves.
Am I recovering - Reconstruction and reconnecting our soul from bad to a good time
Am I selfish - self-care and self-respect is selfish isn't nooo
Am I laughing - internally happiness can recognize from the way how we full-on laugh on our face
Am I breathing - Breath inhale good and exhale bad vibes
Am I listening - our ears listen to many things, thanks, bad good, but change the habit to hold on concerntatre on best
Am I hearing - yes we used to hear many voices loud, hard shout silence scolds treasures but don't want to give importance to the negative matters
Am I contributing - yes we all are facing life with many ups and downs Believe in karma, the contribution of smile happiness care love Motivation importance Respect
Am I Forcing - We are nobody to force anyone for anything live your life which gives you happiness just do it
Am I speaking - We spread positive words to the world with full sense and humor
Am I silencing - We allow us sometimes to sit alone to make us happy in our time in silence
Am I calling - Calling sometime to Talk with random is good for us for our judgements
Am I calming - Yes, we feel calm when we are Healthy, fit fine from inside
Am I stopping - Life never be stop so why we Stop Living.
Am I starting - We start every day with Positive Spiritual vibes
Am I pushing - We nevertheless push ourselves to accept wrongs and compromise with a bad life
Am I crying - Cry sometimes ok, We make ourself more strong enough to face life again
Am I cursing - the curse depends on our karma better understand for spread love
Am I walking - Walk is always good for health, our legs and foots our best friend because one foot automatically gives instructions to each other step by step.
Am I Amazing - We are amazing in our own ways to Praise each other everyone has different opinions, liking , thinking and creative mind
Am I praying - Always pray to god what we have,
Am I paying - We all are paying directly or indirectly depends on our karma
Am I thanking - Be Thank full for every minute, god and well-wishers even our haters they give us power to grow
Am I Healing - it's an internal connection with the soul
Am I healing - a process of being positive soul spread love
©️ Jazzbaat e Harshita
Every one has a right to be happy
Not because of others
It's our own efforts to find happiness
Which gives us happiness just grab that opportunity
Whether it's small or big
Day or night
Long or short
Coffee or Tea
Food or Drink
Cake or shake
Fake or real
Loud or silent
Freek or creak
Woods or Muds
Sore or sweet
Happy or laugh
Black or white
Fees or free
Bee or butterfly
Park or road
Flat or mountains
Light or Dark
Pink or link
Sharp or blunt
Ifs and buts
Right or left
Happy or healthy
Smile and sweet
Happy, happy soul
Just do it ,
Happiness is highly appreciated
When it comes to our own life
Happiness is good for health
Happiness is playing an important role
Improve own inner peace love
Laughter Blessing charm Positivity
Smile n Smile, inner peace
©️ Jazzbaat e Harshita
#Jazzbateharshita #happy #smiles
HARSHITA DAWAR is a proud single mother of a beautiful princess. She has been the epitome of feminine power who had made her mark despite all odds. And her this selfless love for her princess was duly recognized as she was awarded by Actress and Model Sara Khan.
Her passion for poetry had made her spectacle into the world through an altogether different prism which symbolizes her personality.
Awarded and features in many national and international platforms and published in many newspapers.
This book "THE FRAME OF INSPIRATION" is a collection of poetry, in which she gave a frame to her feelings, emotions, thoughts, and inspirations.
Giving this opportunity to be part of it.
Self-nomination opportunities mean a lot
If you know more about details, you can
Google also my name Harshita Dawar
Here are some achievements details below:
Now I am a Published Author to date 7 E books published on Amazon Kindle.
✔️Nex8 awarded me Author of the year 2019
✔️ Dr Sarojini Naidu international Award for Prominent Poet, She is a source of inspiration for every woman towards society from Hope International World Record
✔️ Gujarat Sahitya Akademi and Motivational strips Honour with Certificate of Appreciation
✔️ Real super women Award 2020 from Forever Star India Awards.
✔️ Awarded as Certificate of Commitment for best-promoting Awareness and self-help for Covid 19 from World Book Of Records London.
✔️ Awarded as Certificate of Appreciate for selfless service in Covid 19 from Mentor And Mascot India Film Federation.
✔️Featured on best story of the year
on international platform Galaxy.com
✔️I featured on many platforms National and international and Newspapers.
✔️Open mic pehli udaan with Sheroes chief guest CEO Sairee Chahal and poetess sabika
✔️literarymirror.com publish my article of feelings-of-mother-defies-all-odds
✔️vocealiterara.ning.com e magazine of Romania features as harshita-dawar-published-her-7-e-books-on-amazon-kindle
✔️ Interview on 91.7 Fm as inspiration for many women and being a published author.
✔️Jashn E rekhta 2019 first TV interview from Delhi 99.tv
✔️Open mic with Delhi99.tv
✔️World Book fair 2020 of Author's interview from mangodigitv
✔️Interviewed on Wahwoman channel be Motivational speakers on Single parenting and Published Author.
✔️ Dhasu womaniya award featured as Story of the Day on Safejob.in
✔️Open mic with Mangiodigi.tv
✔️Form 4 News published my poem
✔️NNS MEDIA Meri delhi NEWSPAPER Published my article
✔️Guest of honour Honour by MLA And chairman at NNSMEDIA at playschool fair 2020
✔️ Guest of honour Awarded at Sai Sewa samiti 2021
✔️Many certificates from story mirror and mostly I nominated many times for Author of the week
✔️Certified from world literature academy
✔️Careneedy foundation organization panel discussion on sexual harassment on women at workplace get certification for participation.
✔️World poetry association given a certificate for appreciation.
✔️Herstory.com published as best inspirational story .
✔️ Most Sparky contributor Felicitation best BE community Blogging elementary.
✔️Interview was published in the being
proud single mother and published Author magazine 'Taare zameen par National magazine
✔️ Awarded as Best Father's Day poem selection and published in National magazine Taare zameen par. ✔️Best Hindi Poetry writing Category Winner at Orange Flower Awards 2021 Organised by Womenweb.
✔️ Awarded as Best Love shayari award from National Magazine Taree Zameen par
Many More are lined up for publishing my writing.
Feel free to contact
Author Harshita Dawar
INDIA New Delhi