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Hiding From Himself

As plain as the nose on his face
he runs from the truth—ignoring red flags,
he climbs every mountain, sails the Seven Seas,
and searches for a way to sustain the light of the world,
subdued by bloodshot eyes.
He meditates like a monk, prays like a priest,
rants and raves to know avail—even tries dancing
like a Whirling Dervish, but ends up weeping
in a puddle of tears listening to his tinnitus ringing church bells.
He cannot forgive the Divine Mother for creating human beings—
the only creatures born knowing they will die.
But when someone you love is about to pass, they always turn into a poem.

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 89-year-old psychologist and a veteran
of the Korean War. He has published poems in Poetry Review, The
Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary
Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, and the New York Times.

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All that sugar

Hello guys!

Here we are on another Friday that used to be a joyous occasion pre-2020. How are you doing?

I’ve had many small, little addictions through my life, whether it be a TV show or smoking. Well, that’s an extreme range to pick from – a show and an addiction that can cause lung cancer.

You know how I deal with my issues and pass the time – I go and have little projects like learning how to cook, do makeup, starting a Youtube channel. I sound like a person that has a lot of free time and trust me that is not the case.

One little project I wanted to start in order to better myself is….. Drum roll please….Kicking my sugar addiction. I talked a little bit about my toxic relationship with food in Recovery and Coffee

I was able to just stop smoking, one day I said enough is enough. I stopped smoking when I was 23 after 7 years. And yes that does mean that I started smoking when I was 16. I am not here to be role model as you can see.

Considering how decisive I was when it came to kicking my smoking addiction, I am amazed at how difficult it is to stop eating sugar. I am referring mostly to chocolate, candy, junk food of that sort. Since I was a little girl, I was addicted to sugar and can you blame me and other kids like me. It’s literally everywhere and people do not talk enough about the addiction it can become for some people. Us, sugar addicts, deserve our own rehab facility.

I understand that it is not a very popular subject because a lot of companies and people stand to lose a lot if sugar consumption becomes heavily regulated, but still…

I have never struggled with self-control as much as now. I have been experimenting this week to see how long will I last being sugar-free. I failed. Several times. And it’s really easy to fail, I mean have you ever been in a store? There’s just chocolate everywhere.

Some people think that this isn’t such a big issue and that we should just “not buy it, don’t eat it” but it a big issue because it still is a type of an addiction and the drug is very much accessible and cheap most of the time.

It’s just annoying and I do not like the feeling of not being in control of myself. Do you have any advice on this? Have you or someone you know been through this and have some tips and tricks to share?

Let me know down in the comments!

I know I said that I was going to upload Youtube videos on Fridays but that schedule did not workout so well for me but I think I will have a video up for you this weekend. Until then make sure to checkout my latest video if you feel like listening to me ranting and check out the other videos on my channel.

Thank you so much, talk to you soon!

Latest Poem: Poem #362
Youtube videos: Luna’s channel
Latest Coffee Date: Justifying Rape Culture Make You an Accomplice
Latest #savingme: Give Women Their Rage Back
Life updates: The Weather is Pregnant

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Marketing Plan

A plumber (who’s local’s) gone broke
Ignored basic tenet this man
He didn’t include any magnets
No magnets in fridge marketing plan

Don Matthews
April 2021

Don is an Australian Poet who writes different on Flippant, Comic, and Serious www.donmatthewspoetry.com

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The Light

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico-Swanson. I’m a woman walking this journey of life in truth. I am a certified master shaman and practicing the art of shamanism has transformed my life, liberated my authentic spirit, awakened and freed my soul. I use my sensibilities as superpowers and the power of my love fuels my magic as a shamanic healer. My creativity is my soul’s purpose and passion which I express through my healing services, writing poetry, hosting a blog, dancing, painting and practicing yoga. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, after a lifetime of trauma I became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. Healing integrates all aspects of my physical, mental, emotional and spiritual selves. Unraveling conditioning and programming continues to take introspection, patience and grace. I’m committed to my practice of healing from the human experience as an awakened soul. I believe I am here to help heal humanity one heart at a time.  I offer shamanic healing sessions, have written 4 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” “My Heart’s Song” and “My Soul’s Light For more detailed information follow this link❤
https://linktr.ee/Emotionalmusings
In light and in shadow, always with love. Namaste.

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Equilibrium

The ducks stoop down to feed, come up for air,
And bend their beaks to foraging again.
They represent my lightened load of care,
And symbolize the brief surcease of pain.
Today, I feel no anger, grief, or fear;
The blue sky and the breeze can hold me fast.
My spirit feels well-balanced, cool, and clear,
And no regrets have surfaced from my past.
This balance is a freedom I must share,
For freedom’s not just meant for solitude.
When carefree, I can bear another’s care,
And do my part to build the common good.
This equilibrium empowers me,
And counsels me to share my liberty.

Mike Walker is a theologian of disability, liturgist (one who curates worship experiences), and poet from Summerside, Prince Edward Island, Canada. He loves the written word, and has been writing poetry since his teens. You can reach Mike at michael.walker9@gmail.com, or follow his blog at lotusmw9684.wordpress.com.

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Callipygian

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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Deadman at my Door

I remember you—the Company Medic
who dressed my shrapnel wounds
at the battle of Chosin Rseservoir in‘50.
You look too indistinct to be ghostly,
a body transparent with glazed eyes
that don’t seem to be seeing anything.
What can I do for you?
I need you to order me some supplies:
Call Amazon Prime and have them deliver
to our main gate the following items:
Band-aids, aspirin and Dulcolax because
of an epidemic of constipation.
The population is not getting enough exercise
since so many sprout wings and fly around
causing their muscles to atrophy.
Also, if you can get to the Kasbah in Casablanca,
order us a dozen flying carpets since the self-driving
electric cars can’t make the trips that are light years away.
And don’t forget a compass since the GPS doesn’t work here.
As soon as I promise to satisfy all of his requests, he vanishes.

Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 89-year-old psychologist and a veteran
of the Korean War. He has published poems in Poetry Review, The
Antigonish Review, London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary
Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, and the New York Times.

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

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The weather is pregnant

Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuys!

The sun was not out today so this shouldn’t be counted as a day so I don’t know why I had to get up and work today.

It has been raining since yesterday, it’s sweater weather and I deserved sleep, cuddles, my blankie and Netflix.

You know that meme of Tom from “Tom&Jerry” where he has toothpicks holding his eyes opened?
That was me today trying to read e-mails.

The only thing I forced myself to do today is go to the library because I am late with returning a book and I also wanted another book to have something to read before bedtime so I went and did it and now I am just on my couch 100% sure I am not doing anything else.

And also this weather needs to make its goddamn mind. It is sunny one week, we are wearing winter jackets the next. It’s like a pregnant woman having different cravings every day. I want to tuck my winter clothes away and show everyone I did not workout enough for the summer and that I don’t say no to chocolate in my short shorts and tank tops. I deserve summer. This has been a difficult year for me (she said in April) and I deserve sun.

I am going to go and watch Youtube videos now and think about what am I going to make a new video about. I always do it last minute. Don’t forget to check out my last video tho:

Latest Poem: Poem #362
Youtube videos: Luna’s channel
Latest Coffee Date: Justifying Rape Culture Make You an Accomplice
Latest #savingme: Give Women Their Rage Back
Life updates: Am I really talking about this?

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Windy storms

When the sun shines
And the clouds gather up included
We all assume its gonna rain
Our simple mind frame.

No one knows what goes on up there
A fight or even a broad derange
There is on storm we need to attend to
The storm in our hearts which are as deadly as the flu.

Our dull faces begin the heavy winds
And then the thoughts that follow are at arm’s spring
Causing a storm in there
Making a cold and fragile despair.

Oh those windy storms in there
You keep hiding the without rest
Do you remember too much of everything is bad
But even a little of this storm can drive one to a sick bed.

Its deadly
With diverse effects consistently
Let that wind seize with a warm smile
And forget those thoughts too, they need a hike
Free your mind of all their insight

Don’t you worry over little things
They are all temptations to get back those storms within
Life is complete with a chill smile 😊
And not with the scares of the storm’s freight
So lit up your face with that sunny smile
To live a happy life and spread your joy world wide

I’m Esther but my pen name is KaylaYoung
poet and novelist 
For my art works visit my blog name5676.blogspot.com

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Shaun

Shaun had just got sheared
Of his woollen shanks
When Shaun got up the shearer said
What do you say Shaun? “Thanks

Can’t find shanks in dictionary?….

It’s in mine….

Don Matthews
March 2021

Don Matthews
March 2021

Don is an Australian poet who writes different on Flippant, Comic, and Serious https://donmatthewspoetry.com/

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com