Stages of Time

In our youth –

All the time in the world.

In our middle age –

I still have lots of time.

In our old age –

Dead soon. Time is running out.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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The Tales of Childhood

The years past are like yesterday
So close yet so far
A safe haven
A warm respite

The days of childhood I recall
To bring a smile on my face
To spread cheers all around
To be wary of my mischiefs and mistakes
And to know where I came from, and who I am

It’s strange how our childhood continues to thrive within us
Yet sometimes it doesn’t

I recall watching Dora all day with my close cousin
Learning counting, Ola, Gracias and Vamanos
Shouting where the castle is and screaming, “Swiper, no Swiping!”
As I grew up, Dora became blind to me
As she couldn’t see what’s in front of her
And I couldn’t see my cousin far from me

I recall bus rides to school
Fame was within my reach and my performance was anticipated……..
…………Vomiting everyday on my way to school
I still hear the audience’s voice rise with emotion as they witness the highlight of their day
Highlighted everyday
As I grew up, my body accepted that this world is turbulent, not stable
Round, not flat
Except when I ride up the mountains into the sky
Because my body believes that in order to reach such heights
Extra baggage is not allowed

I recall a 2-year-old being a great climber
That she hid all night from everyone during hide-and-seek
Watching the earth frantically looking for her
As she rested and gazed at the sky on the roof of her house
As I grew up, I still hid well
Not on top of houses and trees, but in lone corners of the house
Not hiding my body, but guarding my secrets from the earth

I recall a grumpy little self
With a selected circle of loved ones
Who despised everyone outside of it
Even a simple touch of a kind outsider,
Unleashed a tempest of a monster
As I grew up, I cut the ends of my circle
To allow everyone into my love
But the monster was dead
So anyone who wished to hurt me,
Didn’t need an invitation

I recall my attachment to my favorite movies
How Ice Princess lit up my spirit to swirl to my whims
To glide across the air so much I’d fly
As I grew up, my spirit still shines
On the dance floor, I dance
In the house, I dance
In the library, I dance………………..with my fingers
In my heart, the music never ends

I recall a toddler running away from my family, overflowing with rage
I recall being lost
All alone in the world
With strangers who took me to the police station
Where my family found me, overflowing with tears
As I grew up, I realized
No matter if the world rejects you, home is where you’re always welcome
Home is where you’re safe to be you
Home is where you belong

I recall birthdays and celebrations,
Where I dressed in an array of costumes
To celebrate acceptance of my gruesome self
And played with water balloons with family and friends
And slammed cakes all over myself and my friends
As I grew up, fashion and brands bloomed
Expensive dining took over
And people panicked over a little stain and a tiny pimple

I recall playing Hopscotch, Cricket, Football, Corner-Corner and Seven Stones
Where my friends and I meet up in casual clothes
Believing the day is not productive
If we returned home without sweat, stink and bruises
As I grew up, my friends grew up faster
They stopped playing games so I had to
They hated sweat so I had to
They became conscious of their stink and bruises so I followed
Yet they recall the ‘good old days’

I recall an 8-year-old who spent everyday with a smile on her face
Joyful on every joyous occasion, crying at every distressing situation
And wasn’t afraid to express herself a hundred percent
And appreciated every little thing
As I grew up, I am the same
Joyful on every joyous occasion, crying at every distressing situation
Still appreciating every little thing
Living the life of a 21-year-old
With the mind of a toddler

My name is Andale Seaworne. I’m a regular 21 year old Muslim Pakistani girl navigating through life, sharing knowledge and opinion related to different topics in life from basic moral values with relevance to Islamic teachings to travelling, books, food, personal experiences, observations, interpretations and anything that comes to my mind.

Blog link: https://andaleseaworne.wordpress.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AndaleSeaworne99/

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Soulmates

We met.
Met eyes, met hearts, met souls.
But we had met before. In another time, another place. Everything was calm, everything was familiar. And for one moment, everything was still and at peace.
This moment exists, it is fleeting and eternal. Unlike the nature of its being, this moment is not linear. It does not follow the rules, bound by nothing.
Like it’s essence, this moment repeats, again and again. New eyes, new hearts. Yet one constant. Without conscious, without fail. In this life and the next. My soul will search for yours.
I’ll see you then, and forever.

My name is Olivia, I am 20 years old and most of my writing is about love unrequited love and loss. I like to base my ideas off of strong or overwhelming feelings that I can’t seem to explain or fully encapsulate without writing. I like to use larger than life and fantastical ideas to bounce ideas off of, this allows me to create my world within my writing.
my writing blog: https://indecentromantic.home.blog/

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Fragile pieces

I’ve been wondering how could people ignore the broken slices to set foundation of their greatful buildings
With empathy and compassion, I picked up these pieces to make sure they still have value
Safety Locked in my pocket so that no one would hurt them anymore
I took a look into my pocket
Then I saw me

Hi, I’m Twizzle, 18years junior freelance writer. I usually make potery stuffs to match my dramatic life. My blogs can be found here https://fameorflame.wordpress.com/

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Secret Love

In the crowd my eyes always searched you.
I tried to be always around you,
But you had no clue.
You never knew how much I loved you.

I carefully hid my feelings for you.
Only afraid from the world and you.
Because, I always knew,
I would never even get a chance to speak to you.

We both are two different ends,
Of the same rope.
Which are always together,
But never meet.

Poet- Divya Parvatrao a budding poet. Got my first poem published recently at  https://www.poetrynation.com/poems/innocent-animals/

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Soap, Salt and Sugar

Give us soap, salt and sugar, and be our master.
Just a little soap, salt and sugar,
And let your learnt sons whore our ignorant daughters.
Give us another of your speeches,
In which you promise to build bridges
Where there are no rivers.

Feed us with all the lies our illiterate ears
Wish to hear,
And give us soap, salt and sugar
In exchange for our freedom for the next five years.
Throw us a beer party, pretend to be friendly.
Give our fathers meat to eat,
And they will give you the vote to enslave their sons
While you enrich yours.
They will vote you,
To kill their wives in hospitals without drugs
While your wives fly to Cuba for better medical care.

I say, give us soap salt and sugar,
And rule us until you get tired.
The big government jobs, we do not need.
We shall train our sons to be your son’s shoe shines.
And our daughters to be your baby seaters.

Just a little soap, salt and sugar,
And feel free to make the rules for our ingorant
Sons to obey.
Spare the fatty, juicey jobs for your in-laws,
Our sons and daughters will gaurd your gates,
Carry your briefcases and wash your limousines.
Our grand sons will clean your kennels,
Our mothers will make your delicious meals.
The good food, we do not need,
We are honoured to eat your leftovers.
Just give us soap, salt and sugar,
And we shall salute you while you wine and dine,
With other statesmen who also give their voters
A little soap, salt and sugar on their way to “power”

Poem by, Bernard Gabriel Okurut.

About the author.
Uganda’s fastest evolving poet, singer, songwriter and freelance journalist. Author of ” The Noisy Silence” and “The Curse Of A Poet” both poetry anthologies published by Kindle Direct Publishers on Amazon.com,He is a current student of English language and literature at kyambogo university Kampala ugh Uganda and the founder of Psychic Poetry, a young East African poets movement. More of his poetry is on spillwords.com, amazon.com and his website, psychicpoetrycom.wordpress.com.
Note;
The poem ” Soap salt and sugar” is a political satire that ridicules the rottenness of the African political system where leaders only attend their voters during election time and bribe them with petty gifts like soap, salt and sugar. After they are voted into power, the voters are forgotten and the leaders only think of feeding themselves and their families. As a poet, I call upon people all over the world to challenge this unjustifiable political system. We all deserve an equal share of the national cake!
Thanks,
Bernard Gabriel Okurut.

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Love Blossoms

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico and I’m a divorced mother of two teenage boys. I’m a woman living with Complex PTSD and am in remission from dissociative episodes related to flashbacks from my past traumas. I have overcome an eating disorder stemming from my extensive background in many forms of dance. I was Broadway bound in my younger years. I have practiced yoga for twenty years now. My blog for WordPress is Emotional Musings and I started it in October 2018. I have three books of poetry available on Amazon called “Emotional Musings”,”My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”. I’m an intuitive empath and I use that experience and my inquisitiveness to fuel my writing. I’m always interested in new ideas and information that can better our society and the human condition as a whole. . I’m a shamanic energy healer and practitioner. I strive to spread happiness, love, peace and light to all I may encounter.

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Lost Love

I nevver wanted to lose you.
I always wanted to hear you.
I don’t love you.
But I don’t want to lose you.

In the fear of losing you.
I never argued with you.
Though, I am a bad person.
But, I tried to be a good person.

I blushed when I saw you.
I was always happy when I heard you.
Now that you have left.
My smile has also left.

In the fear of losing you.
I lost you.
I know I am boring
But I am also very caring.

Before, at dawn I smiled.
At noon, I laughed.
At dusk, I blushed.

Now, I wake up missing.
Whole day I sit sobbing.
And I sleep crying.

Now there is no gain.
There is only pain.

Poet- Divya Parvatrao a budding poet. Got my first poem published recently at  https://www.poetrynation.com/poems/innocent-animals/

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The Poised Princess

Walking the tightrope,
A poised princess,
You filled my cracks,
With stained-glass insets,
I twist and I turn,
To impossible shapes,
You revel in my lustre,
They watch, mouth agape.

Knowing well if I fail,
I’d shatter to pieces,
I hate you for being,
My well-favored weakness.
Then one day I fell,
With no one to catch me,
The cruel trapeze broke,
And it set me free.

You tried to find another,
Put her name on the marquee,
But no one could capture,
The crowd’s eyes like me,
But she’ll keep on twirling,
At your every behest,
As you mourn at the casket
Of the poised princess.

Written by Shruti Iyer, a med student from India with a penchant for writing
My blog – https://musingsbyamedstudent.wordpress.com/
My instagram – shrutii_1005

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Boiling Over

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico and I’m a divorced mother of two teenage boys. I’m a woman living with Complex PTSD and am in remission from dissociative episodes related to flashbacks from my past traumas. I have overcome an eating disorder stemming from my extensive background in many forms of dance. I was Broadway bound in my younger years. I have practiced yoga for twenty years now. My blog for WordPress is Emotional Musings and I started it in October 2018. I have three books of poetry available on Amazon called “Emotional Musings”,”My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”. I’m an intuitive empath and I use that experience and my inquisitiveness to fuel my writing. I’m always interested in new ideas and information that can better our society and the human condition as a whole. . I’m a shamanic energy healer and practitioner. I strive to spread happiness, love, peace and light to all I may encounter.

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