Little Echoes spreading 2
From Kentish stones at Lympne's historic keep,
Where cameras roll and modern tensions creep,
The broadcaster delivered, sharp and loud,
A scathing judgment to the listening crowd.
The news of the return, he fiercely claimed,
Had left the royal household deeply blamed;
It landed heavy on the palace floors
Like rotting sacks of spuds behind the doors.
From sources wrapped in strict, protected shade,
He sketched the rift the swift arrival made
A rival camp upon the British soil,
Apart from those who do the daily toil.
He spoke of grifters seeking wealth and fame,
With shifting burdens and a fractured name,
While in the wings, a softer echo sighs
On lucky families under heavier skies.
Little Echoes spreading 1
Behind the gilded gates where history sleeps,
Huge ancient institution secrets keeps.
Yet modern spotlights pierce the palace shade,
To question how its wealth and power were made
Bound to the empires of an older age,
And written on the slave trade's darkest page.
The whispers spoke of skin and unborn heirs,
A shadow cast upon the golden stairs,
ink in Dutch translations sparked the flame,
And public voices rose to shield a name.
Then questions asked of origins and birth,
Denied a British citizen her worth.
The tabloids spun their headlines day by day,
As ancient structures blocked the modern way.
From old exemptions hidden in the past,
To broad exclusions never meant to last,
The crown still wrestles with the words it spoke,
And changes stirring in the winds that woke.
mark
time camp-
ing
in
a worldly chair
near your body
fun
scene motion which is a
pendulum at best because to swing
is
not at all a curse from birth but rath-
rather what the hanged man calls
for
once he sees from upside down the exit
door that traps death in with us
SPREADING WINGS
Inside a silver room
Walls embellished with morganite
A ray of sunlight shines through
Bringing in the ringing sound of laughter from outside.
The tranquil hush of a waterfall
Echoes softly through the room
Blush blossom petals descend
Behind a delicate veil of mist
While with blue bells and tulips the damp earth is abloom.
Yet a curtain of hopeless gloom
Hangs above,
Dolorous eyes gaze out in a silent plea
And even amidst the waterfall and bluebells,
The only real beauty is in a bird set free
Nishma Sovani. (Age 16 Grade X1)
Hear ye, hear ye, and understand,
something's spreading across the land.
Oh dread, it's like a virus or a bug -
or a most extraordinary drug.
This strange thing (they call it kindness)
does not cause pain or blindness.
It spreads, East to West, North to South,
when you smile and don't cover your mouth.
Warning: if you are feeling bad,
and you pass it on, you'll feel glad.
It has a life all of its own,
making folks feel they're not alone.
Great God, it spreads like wildfire,
a resistance is so hard to acquire.
I confess. I was down and exposed to it.
When you receive it, you can't forget!
This sentinel, with roots that grip the soil,
A continuum witness of seasons' endless toil.
Through storms and sun, a beacon in the breeze,
once a life of strength, among the ancient trees.
But time, marches, and its sharp axe will fall,
gently splitting, as life begins to stall.
The leaves, once vibrant, start to turn to gold,
a final chapter of this story must be told.
Ash branches weaken, and the bark begins to fray,
slowly descending, on life's departing way.
The roots, though anchored, loosen their embrace,
as nature's cycle finds its destined space
• A lone carton sitting in the bin
• Spreading the smell of burnt weed
• A breath of fresh air is what I desperately need
• I don't think I can bring myself to go back in
In a world that’s rife with cruelty, hatred and prejudice
may we spread a little joy and love and happiness instead…
because a world that’s rife with cruelty, hatred and prejudice..
needs all the joy and love and happiness we can spread.
So many words are spoken by people every single day
Try to use them positively, being careful what you say
Words have been used to start many different wars
Insult someone in a bar you just may end up on the floor
What you have to say shows people who you are
A well-produced resume may just make you a star
Politicians get elected by what they have to say
Words that flow from the lips spreading kindness and joy
will certainly make someone's day
Think of how quiet it would be if words never got spoken
The language of love would surely never be broken
Words to your favorite song for sure you would never forget
Open yourself to the universe, say the right things, no time to regret
desperately in love a song she sings,
for handsome valentine, rejoicing spring !
is he really aware,
breathtaking passion so rare,
how thrilled she is like a bird spreading wings !
Trying to branch out on here --
exploring verse of many a poet
to give them joy in being read,
that's how it goes, I know it! :)
I am spreading joy around the barnyard today
The farmer said in a voice that was both merry and gay
The sheep rolled their eyes, the pigs rolled in the mud next to the hay
The happy yellow donkey was brought in the gate next to Me Fay.
Me Fay was the bull who did not like any change in routine.
He hated the yellow donkey instantly, she was too perky and clean.
Snorting his best, he tried to intimidate her into running away.
Instead that enthusiastic donkey began spreading joy that very day.
S –Searching for
P –peaceful friends and better moments for every
R –reason to be happy has become
E – everyday activity.
A –Assure me that
D –day by day
I –in my heart will dwell a smile of Joy, from the
N –nectar of happiness I will suck, till I...
G –grow and develop
H – happiness within me.
A – And every
P -past
P -persons
I –in my life that has taken away the
N –nectar of joy filled and
E –expressed in my heart be
S –silenced and
S –sentenced to judgment.
S-owing seeds of positivity in every heart
P-aving way for a brighter tomorrow, a fresh start
R-adiating smiles and warmth, spreading cheer
E-ngaging in acts of kindness, year after year
A-iming to make the world a happier place
D-ancing with joy, wearing a happy face
I-gniting hope, where there is despair
N-urturing relationships, showing that we care
G-ifting the gift of happiness, spreading it wide
H-eralding a feeling that uplifts the soul
A- heartwarming emotion that makes us whole
P-ermeating through every inch of our being
P-ositivity and joy, it endows, freeing
I-nfectious and exuberant, it spreads like fire
N-urturing relationships, it brings us closer
E-uphoric and exhilarating, it fuels our desire
S-avoring life's moments, making memories fonder
S-haring it with others, increasing its worth
S-oaking in the happiness, that life brings forth.
SPREADING HAPPINESS
Sharing is form of kindness, spreads Happiness.
People, usually surprised to receive.
Readily appreciate, happy, and to be truthful,
Even more appreciated when we are the recipient!
Always reminds us there is so much more, we certainly should
Do, can imitate the givers kindness. We can
Imitate their unselfishness. Experience truth of, “more happiness in giving.”
Never, under estimate happiness of just being greeted with a,
"Good morning and how are you?" Wow! Made them … smile.
Happiness comes from outside circumstances, people, stuff, etc.
And as said, gives unexpected Happiness.
Personally I value Joy, and I
Prefer it over Happiness. Joy springs from
Inside me! Independent on any outside influences, nice or not.
No one, nothing can rob me of my Joy, only me.
Easy to get caught up in daily survival, but Dear friend,
Someone’ somewhere is lonely, grieving, remember how that feels?
Send someone a card, text, or call. Make someone happy … and God smile.
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