Fuck It

I wrote this poem, with tears in my eyes, for the words are real and raw. I’ve always struggled to believe in myself and especially my writing. But it seems I’ve turned a point in my life now and there’s no going back. I’m realising that I can write. And am going to, no matter what. So ‘fuck it’ can be my mantra. Because I’m moving out of my comfy home and into the wild 😜

Thanks to my dear friend Cassie for the mantra 💗

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Poetry by Kim M. Russell

Poetry by K M. Russel

Hands

When he reached out to take her hand,
She knew it was the start
Of his journey to her heart:
Their worlds collided,
Hands touched,
Sculpting her skin
With fingertips
And his lips
Reading each scar,
Each line on her palm;
Smoothing cracks
And callouses,
Healing the broken
Heart in her open
Hands.

Summertime

I long for the sunshine of another climate
But cannot stand the agonising wait,
The jostle of station and airport queues,
And tourists who obstruct the views.
Instead,
I hide inside
From rainy grey,
Waiting for the flash
Of random rays,
Any hint of sunny days.
At last,
I smell the gentle singe
Of sun upon my winter skin
And, without hesitation,
Haul a chair into the garden,
A book tucked underneath my arm
And,
In my hand,
A glass of wine,
Cerise and sweet,
Licence to bask in summertime.

Rain in Vallagrina Valley

Sticky with kisses of raindrops,
The town overflows with red rooftops,
Splintering like slabs of toffee
On the slopes of Vallagrina Valley.
Ghostly bells in each church tower,
Mumble and mutter on the hour,
Warning every square and alley:
A storm is brewing in the valley.
Mountains choke with fermenting cloud
And thunder threnody echoes loud.
Umbrellas mushroom in the streets,
For daily errands cannot wait.
Puddles and overflowing gullies
Are typical in Vallagrina Valley.

 

BIO

My name is Kim M. Russell, my website is Writing in North Norfolk and I live in Norfolk, England, not far from the North Sea coast: the perfect place for inspiration. I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager, a very long time now. When I lived in Germany, I wrote in German and English, and had several poems published. Now I write only in English, with a few translations now and again.
Until a few years ago, I was teaching at a high school and didn’t have much time for writing, but since I’ve retired, it seems like I can’t stop! I’m in the process of revising a novel for children, set in Second World War Two London; I’m half-way through a young adult novel set on the North Norfolk coast; and I’ve started developing another young adult novel set in Norwich.

 

‘My first love will always be poetry.’

Poem’s by Lele Harris

Beauty of The Lost Mind

by Lele Harris

LELE

Is it the face among which I appear?

Is it the craft of clothing that I wear?

Is it the image of another soul whom I loved?

Is it the texture of my skin that I pursue?

Is it the spoken words which rattles my mouth?

Is it the pride of guilt who caused me pain?

Is it the song of my voice which leads another heart?

What is it within the beauty of my lost mind?

Changes Of Nature ; Seasons Of Change

By Lele Harris

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The sun shines.
The moon glows.
Peace is a great feeling when the wind blows.
The grass is green.
The flowers bloom.
The chirp of the birds makes your soul gloom.

Nature is there.
Nature is here.
The seasons of change when times are near.
The mind rests.
It’s time to think clear.
The silence of people talking will have you in a cheer.
Let your light shine through troubles.
Let your light shine through sorrows.
It’s all a gift when you see a smile.
The next time you pray rejoice for a while.
The heart is full of happiness.
The soul meek in joy.
Spring is here.
The changes of nature will now glow.

Positive People, Positive Life, Positive Vibes

The more I take a look around I either see a face with a smile or a face upside down.

Where is the happiness among those you choose to hang with, unless they are not the ones to play with?

What happened to the times you laughed, talked, & smiled? Was there not enough room for others to share your proud?

This may not be the only time you worked hard & thought of being a failure. You can not forget God lifts us up when our work is always heavier.

Try to remember that Joy always come in the morning. Is it not so of you having faith or are you in mourning?

Take my shoulder for you to lean on. We all need someone to help & keep us lifted up, just someone you can depend on.

Smile your day is already here. For God loves you more & more & you definitely won’t have to shed another tear.

Positive people, positive life, & positive vibes is what you need. No more of sad frowns & keep in mind God hears your every need.

Hello.
It is very nice to have the opportunity to have three of my poems of my choice published. I am from Mississippi. Each poem represents motivation and a time in which I was going through my toughest life situations and only God could bring me out of. I hope I get the chance to inspire others and make a difference in this world. May God continue to bless each and every one of you.
And remember to always Stay Blessed & Stay Encouraged.

Lele

 

Life force

Originally posted on Peace, Love and Patchouli:
Here In this place of calm waters And rivers that meander Like thoughts on a sultry Southern night she will bring in close and gather the rhythm of a moment of a heartbeat…

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Hearts

LOST in the jagged LITTLE edges of your HEART. 

JCALVERT 2016

I AM

6755737b24cd7eaf71094ae8d4d1860fHow can I sit in idle?
And allow you to ridicule my being,
Who I am
and
who you think I am
are completely contrasting,
My colours shine through
the light I allow
and you can’t blind them
with your negativity.
You don’t know me,
You don’t even know you,
So take your judgemental eyes
And cask it back upon yourself
I am not a victim
I am not a pushover
I am not yours to influence
I will not allow you to
determine who I am.
I follow my own path.

JCALVERT 2016

Don’t interrupt my inner peace with your toxic mind.

The Sound Of Flight

Under maple trees,
Of golden light,
She swayed to the sound of flight,
With wings of plighted oath,
Tied in fabric around her back,
Taunt by the weight of the knit,
Draped and folded over,
She whispered a mellow song,
Delicately echoed across the land,
A melody of murmured tune,
Swept in the wind,
For she had forgotten how to fly,
Her heavy heart held a burden,
Of gravity, unfathomed,
Unsound,
On the brink of the edge,
She trusted in herself,
Opened her wings,
Plunged,
Head first,
To fly amidst the clouds.

Hide My Scars, Part 2

‘In reflection, I see my skin, behind the paint I coat it in, Wrinkles and crevices and blemishes adorn, the face, I’ve looked upon, In years of self-doubt and time ticked on, I finally see, the one, who I’ve been looking for, is ME.’

JCALVERT 2016

Part 1 of Hide My Scars