To Be… #Poetry

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To hear a newborn baby cry
A toddler laughs with joy
The clash of stars above our heads
Whispered secrets from the universe
Those strange moments that enter our heads
Thoughts, we think we placed there
Later to find the gifts sent in disguise
Most welcome, please send more
The last book dictated by the invisible realm
Went to number one, I would like to do it again
I would love to hear the music of the spheres
Like a soft breeze that passes my ear
Leaving a smile on my face
That reads, I heard you…

To see the hurt on someone’s face
To feel the pain that lies between the ribs is a gift,
do you step up, hold out a helping hand
Or walk away?
When fate lies a stranger’s burden at your feet
Pick it up, carry that cross, as far as it needs
Your karma will feel the cleansing power of such an act
The more you do, the more you receive stain-free karma
If in doubt, check out the new and wonderful gifts
That enter your life when having helped when seen the need…

Speak in soft tones that hold love close
That soothes the brokenhearted
Stays the tears of a baby fighting sleep
Speak on fresh lined paper, to a pen pal far away
Words that are wanted, welcomed
Speak of adventures, stories from grandpas days
Speak of love as I lay in your arms
Words that keep me there for more years
Than beads on a rosary…

How do you learn to fly a plane?
To me, it seems out of reach
As does driving a car at 200 miles an hour
To ride a horse at 40 miles an hour at Ascot
My legs turn weak at the thought
Those that do, I believe, are gifted at birth
Or it could be written in their destiny
It could be that simple
There are those that do, and those who wish they could
I did pass my driving test first time
It’s the best thing I learned to do, until now
I check my thoughts before I let my mind speak
This saves a lot of aggro
I do that thing where you praise someone
To make them feel better
That’s a good one, it seems to work both ways
There are many things we can do
That don’t involve a plane or a horse
Little things that mean a lot…

Unspoken words tear at my mind
The thoughts of others, like flying arrows
Looking for a mark, a place to be acted upon
Beware the second-hand thoughts
that can change your destiny
Think twice before you act
You could be living a half-life, never knowing
Who or where the strange thoughts came from
Not recognising it as a usurper
We too readily accept that which enters our mind
Lucky is the man who knows his own…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt ~ #Poetry

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Dance – April 22, 2021

My soul, lost inside a rainbow world
I dance. My body sways, bends, stretches
Inside a penny gobstopper
I am a mass of energy
My mind screaming to be set free
Let me dance where there can see
Let me bring the colours with me
Let me turn the gobstopper inside out
My hair flying behind me
My body contorted by muscle memory
I cannot stop until they can see…

© Anita Dawes 2021

The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 495

I have given up on the idea of becoming enlightened

By some trick of the mind, meditating,

floating over your favourite meadow.

Ideas written by supposed enlightened minds

don’t work for me.

I resign myself to the fact that my shine is hidden miles away.

I stab another needle into my homemade doll,

Whispering rude things

while telling myself I am entitled to get my own back.

The child in me remembers the fright.

The evil intended by so-called friends.

There can be no reconciliation.

Their denial of wrongdoing falls on deaf ears.

The bile rose in my throat

As I stabbed the last needle into the doll’s image

Let the deed be done…

© Anita Dawes 2021

Just Words… #Poetry

I flick through the pages of my mind
The words strange,
as if from another in a parallel universe
A gift from one mind to another
With no way of giving thanks
I am grateful for the shared wisdom
And dutifully write each word as given
I know there to be more than one sender
Some better than others
I cannot afford to ignore
even the smallest word sent
For fear of offending
I have no wish for this magic exchange to stop
Here are today’s words…

© Anita Dawes 2021