I will be posting a link to a video of which this poem is based, please have a look!
This is about what really works in the world, encouragement, positive re-enforcement, searching for solutions instead of seeking what’s wrong. Building, comforting, and bringing people together. That poetry inspires any part of this process, what a joy that is. Always look to those who build, create and till, you will find greatness and always such goodwill.
I know my poem is not good, but the idea that inspired it is my goal!
Poetic Rejoice
Musical notes become antidotes
Teachers become motivators of youthful hope
Symphonies become beacons from negative yoke
Musical notes dancing with poetic spoke
Wheels in the mind start yearning and turning
With praise and hope and endearments true
Reciting dreams and reciting creative desires
Making his peers expose their joyous tears
Running to better places
Knowing glory is in the effort of all smiling faces
Now hear is a young man, with goals afloat
Ignored those who tried to sink his boat
Glory sings when you see kindness ring
Not when you see little ones pretend a sting
His peers where drowned with happiness tears
Youth has its wisdom as teachers smiled in the rear
Triumph and victory all held dear
The boy was reciting a poem by Margaret Atwood a famous Canadian poet like me!
The Moment
The moment when, after many years
of hard work and a long voyage
you stand in the centre of your room,
house, half-acre, square mile, island, country,
knowing at last how you got there,
and say, I own this,
is the same moment when the trees unloose
their soft arms from around you,
the birds take back their language,
the cliffs fissure and collapse,
the air moves back from you like a wave
and you can't breathe.
No, they whisper. You own nothing.
You were a visitor, time after time
climbing the hill, planting the flag, proclaiming.
We never belonged to you.
You never found us.
It was always the other way round.
By Margret Atwood
