a perfect prayer
Prayer to Manannán mac Lir
a perfect prayer
poetry
napowrimo
Build
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Fun Platform.”
The question here was ”If you were the new leader of your country and had the chance to transform something that’s currently an annoyance (or worse) into a very fun activity, what would it be? How would you go about the change, and why would you choose that particular thing?”
I think one of many possible answers is that I find the slow response to our housing crisis MORE than annoying and many things could be done about that but the FUN version would be in helping, guiding and to some extent assisting and certainly encouraging people to get involved in building their own homes and helping each other to do so as this has some advantages
- the houses would be more expressive of peoples creative selves
- the owners would have far more understanding about how the house works when it comes to maintenance
- they could look into ways to make living in their home cheaper (re power etc) and this would be ecologically enlightening
- The whole exercise would be empowering and many skills would be learned and people would be truly proud of their neighbourhood
- If people built their own houses and neighbours were all helping each other to do so (which did use to be the case) a community would be built in the process, as well as the houses
I do not suggest that this should be the only solution to our housing crisis but it would be nice if it was encouraged rather than obstructed as much as it is in the UK now
The Circle
I look to the East at the sunrise
and the day, shining, awake,
the dew falls on the grass
I think of all we can make
I look to the South for warmth
where fire burns and renews
and the noon of day and completion of youth
and my heart opens, eager for truth
To the North I look to the sky
and the pattern of stars in the dark
seeing the light that shines, long after they’re dead,
from one strong kindling spark
I look to the West and the rivers that flow
remembering the salmons leap
and have faith in all we can do
and all of life’s treasures we keep
as the wheel turns and turns again
the centre remains ever still
one fixed point that sustains us all
to do whatever we will
I stand at the centre at last
to feel my own soul and know
that future, present and past
are all a repeating flow
I stand at the heart of a circle
my heart warmed by the sun
aware of the world that’s around me
beginning and end are all one
and where many circles overlap
and all of them intertwine
a wondrous, eternal flower is formed
of all the worlds souls, and mine
Not Poetic
I apologise to any who follow my blog that my last post is not at all ”poetic”
~I need more time!
see if this inspires you
~Day 2 of the 03 days 03 quotes challenge. I chose this quote cause I just began reading the book The Tike Keeper by Mitch Albom. I read The five people you meet in Heaven a few years back, and really enjoyed it! Anyway, back to the challenge. Rules are:
1. Share three quotes on three days in a row, one on each day.
2. Nominate three bloggers on each day.
~16/06/2015
Oh no, I`m late!
Oh well, I`m dead.
No need to pull out the
hair on my head.
If I was meant to be there on time,
I would have been, so no need to fret,
for what ever will be,
will be.
My Nominees for Day 02:
Forest of Desolation
the T of tree
Happy Birthday to me lol
Poet Robert Okaji Reads Rain Forest Bridge
good poem
Rain Forest Bridge
To cross
you must first
trust the strands
to hold.
The second tentative
step precedes
the next,
each successive one
gaining strength:
here to
there, now
to then, a summoning of
entreaties
within
one’s faith.
Vapor meets cooler air,
forming droplets,
clouding the far side.
I have feared endings
and the strictures of the unseen,
but here
in this vast
swaying,
I know
one line
bisects the void.
Paradise
nothing to say about this that is not said in the poem
Forget the clear blue sky
forget the golden shore
forget the secrete pathways
that others walked before
forget the drinks in coconuts
that exploit the passing trade
you go in search of paradise
in the wrong place i’m afraid
Forget the packaged desert islands
with a culture oh so fake
forget the holiday hot spots
that were designed to take
forget mind numbing tours
with nothing new to find
my friend I tell you paradise
is just a state of mind
Some find it in a crowed room
some find it on there own
some find it in a sacred place
where they go to atone
some find it by a babbling brook
or a car festooned with chrome
but some will tell you paradise
is to simply have a home
By
Forty Two
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