Social cohesion and consideration
the collective good
In excess one who prioritize there
needs and perspective's excessively
a negative consequence of extreme
individualism
making it harder to relate to others
by creating an extreme condition
not caring about others experiences
and perspectives or putting on a
empathises on individuals: without
creating ties with or within a
said community. Culverting shifts
that allow the empathise towards
self expression and personal
achievement Lacking Tradition or
respect for the past. Yet in reference to
society all things are futuristic..
One could quote things conservatively
and liberally say
"there's nothing new under
the sun: what's new to
us has already been done"
The roots: and origins of creativity
Being creative is the the hypocricay of
now!
Written by:
Tegen De Grappler
(The Other Guy)
"not Interested' was marked on his que card.
Seems she's fo
I stay stationary, collapsed, in a room unlike mine
I stay bare, as I wait for my thoughts to align
the bloodied hand continues it's repetitive round
soon the dust in this chamber will have me drowned
my scaffolding will be unveiled before I accept
this isn't a hallucination because I overslept
I cry, I kick, I bite, I scream
I weep, I hit, my eye's they stream
my feet move my carcass for the very first time
so back to my predecessor's cradle, I can climb
the circle of life I complete at one and seven
and I hope to have again before I witness heaven
my consciousness a station that's only channel is you
I theorised us as true, not our love debut
the favourable and dreadful constantly contending
no speculation was given to our feasible mending
I crave to be livid and despise your existence
instead I sympathise and empathise and acknowledge our distance
your presence and aroma was a familiar setting
with your forthcoming absence it's you I'll be forgetting
formerly I was craving your presence and touch
now praying to avoid your glance and clutch
dreading to glimpse dreamy eyes turned devil
as our look will never again be that special
betwixt vibrant bliss beats we feel
of fun filled moments with near ones
we do empathise with the fallen one
who is immersed in his dark world
we each stand alone ultimately
even though in truth we are entwined
though the wafting fragrance is impartial
each soul has a unique heartbeat
such is how it is
A piece of my soul
Who am I?
A Muse or a Poet?
A Lyre or a Melody?
Or just a plain girl?
What do I see
A dream or a vision?
Or a harsh reality?
Don't know, really.
But do I not possess wings
to take me to the
Infinite Galaxies,
Depths of the oceans
Tips of the mountains and
Dunes of Deserts?
Yes, I do.
Do I not possess the faculty
To see, to feel, another's pain?
To empathise, to be of aid?
The heart to rejoice in
another's happiness, to share in their joy?
The imagination which fuels my spirit,
That gives rise to empathy?
Yes, I do.
And that is why I'm everything.
A Muse because I inspire my pen,
A Poet because I observe, I create.
A lyre because I am the instrument,
A melody because I am what I sing.
I dream, sometimes I fantasise,
Sometimes I imagine,
Yet without losing touch with the world.
I am but a plain girl,
Yet there is a piece of my soul,
In each word I put down.
And that makes me,
A light and winged and holy creature*
*Reference to the dialogue Ion by classical thinker Plato.
we may experience life
vibrantly, yet without reaction
if our view be void centric
encouraging love to gain traction
agitated minds surround us
we empathise but do not connect
respecting each soul journey
we but try to do as God does direct
Speak the truth with intent to be helpful
Praise more, criticise less, with smile beautiful
Reach out often, rekindling past moments colourful
Empathise without attempting to weigh or size
Accept loving gestures in childlike surprise
Desist from declaring we are more wise
Illuminate the relationship with a touch kind
Nip in the bud discord that makes us misaligned
Greet and meet cheerfully, sowing seeds that bind
Hand out thank you notes expressing our gratitude
Appear when skies darken to fortify fortitude
Positivity and optimism be our attitude
Practice love’s presence without pretence
Inject in every moment soul’s innate effulgence
Normalise and harmonise faults using common sense
Energise life with the vibrancy pure love’s intention
Sanctify words we speak, through meditation
Surrender to flow of life, softening attention
25-March-2023
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unconscious minds
surround us
they lunge about
but we are not here
we empathise
but do not trauma bond
each soul has its journey
which we accept
there’s no one to forgive
all that is, is
a splash in the ocean
of oneness
21-January-2023
I know just how you feel
I empathise
saying
it was like that for me
so it is wrong to claim
it's beyond comprehension
and
personal to the survivor
the experience is mine alone
really
how can you know how I feel?
Now read from the bottom up.
It remains so disappointing that the well established 'Reverse' form of poetry remains absent from the available forms. How about a competition to promote this?
JOHN BUNYAN anticipated future, OUR neutral nomenclature
Some say God is "too male" - 'twere better "goddess" and "Mother"
My "preacher" saw sins since Adam and Eve, Face of Salvation:
"Such a comfort to call Grace, 'Abba, Father' - beyond ONE generation."
NOTES:
1. J. Bunyan, Works, I, pp. 627 ff. He adds, the one word spoken in faith us worth more than thousands filled with pride, "Father"
2. I am a Christ follower according to the Scriptures (both Testaments) but I empathise with those who, for want of a sensitive father in Earth, have doubts about the Goodness of our Father in heaven
Carolyn Devonshire-Poetess I never met
was similar to I for she also had regret…
Remorse maybe complexed and burdening to one
never brings no peace of mind and certainly no fun.
Before money there was trade and bartering in chase
no-one really knows who invented the replace,
Though many problems have occurred due to the creation-
homelessness, poverty, social deprivation.
To be compassionate, kind from goodness in our heart
we may share human feelings for others to be part,
To make known, to engage in hope of a solution
bringing all together so there is no exclusion.
For we’re people, we struggle for life can be hard
we empathise, sympathise and NO we won’t discard
Human beings- poor or sick, downtrodden often years
as we care so we will share overwhelmingly to tears.
* this poem I wrote after reading 'Regret' by Carolyn Devonshire.
The only soup, which blends the flavors from every nook of the world.
I too am an ingredient and I feel proud.
Not a pro, still today I count my writes.
I thankyou all for this wonderful platform:)
To my surprise,
No family member ever admires,
What I write and how I describe.
Neither I am an English student.
Nor am I a professional versifier.
Nah! I don’t even know the genre and type.
It is just Poetry Soup, which strives to hone,
My every thought, expression and song!
Every time I open to see how many views, how many likes.
I feel glad when my mentors cherish and recognise!
Yes, they are always by my side!
It’s not for fun that I write,
Poetry teaches me how to appreciate and empathise.
Let’s me share my laughs and hide my cries!
Helps to express during lows and highs!
Feel and sense the unseen,
Gather courage to express and mean,
From vocabulary to character, poetry adds a beautiful sheen.
Quotes…Stories….Blog…..Poetry; choose as per your forte!
A beautiful fragrant bouquet.
An ambiance which positively motivates.
Poetry soup deserves encomiums and accolades.
Think I need a husband
Perhaps you empathise
A miracle may happen…
The sun each day will rise.
Dreams and wishes do come true;
One day they will for me
Wish I had a husband now
To make a pot of tea.
I think I need a husband
To rock me off to sleep
I think I need a husband
And one which I can keep.
I think I need a husband
may buy him from a shop
I’d like to have a husband;
One which will not flop.
You know now what I’m thinking
For words I here do write
Be great to have a husband
For everyday and night!
From sky he may come falling;
May have a little crash
Then he’d know he’d need a wife-
To bandaid up his gash.
Perfect body, stunning eyes.
Looks alive, but dead inside.
Abused, bemused, used and broken.
Silenced, troubles stay unspoken.
Once bright eyes that since have darkened.
Devils, demons, bad boys harken.
Innocence that has been stolen,
Troubles, pain, the list keeps rolling.
Hidden from the world of love,
Cursed by your gift from above.
Good men too shy to speak to you,
Bad guys the only ones you knew.
They lust, they lie, don't empathise,
They hurt you, don't apologize.
They don't love you for who you are.
Once bright, but now a dying star.
Have we ever heard
a cry of despair
of a despondent soul
whose every night
is a moonless light
drowned in the deafening silence
of an egoic heart?
Do we have the courage
to come out of the comfort zone
of our delusional cocoon
and instead of searching
for illusionary truths,
empathise with the soundless whimper
of the bleeding souls,
living life worse than ghouls,
yet wearing an enticing mask
to allure the feral instincts
of a fallen civilisation
of which we are a part
and though we have a choice
to stand apart,
do we?
06-November-2020
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