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Love for Unicef
There is no better purpose to a piece of writing than making someone smile or helping a child in need. Words matter!
Thank you to everyone who helped me reach my goal through my poetry in helping children have a better life. Every share, encouragement or donated glass of wine was important to me and to them. We didnt manage to build a well like I wanted, but we did manage to buy some crisis packages for children in emergency situations. For that I am grateful to all of you. Thank you!
Soar
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Indigo and Life
Soars 2016 in a nutshell – Counter-arguments to a bad 2016
Poetical thought
The Undone
Its done, the undone
with a rebound of life
where an unconditional soul
clung between the doings of
sometimes and hope
for no other reason than
the biggest love of all
stared at in silence
judged with no temperance
balmed on the wounds from others
used to enhance confidence
admired at the whims of chance
and stored
in a black box of porcelain
while she got dressed in the scars he had
upon his path
where present turned too easily into past
and future wasnt too much to expect
yet it guided her faith
towards the unknown fate
paid each time with coins of confidence
and there at the layer of patience
melted into the thick fog of recurrence
the undone was impertinently waiting
calling for the nothingness
to rewind the doings of causes and effects,
to obliviate their remembrances
and annihilate all happenings
yet the doings had a secret essence
which rose awareness every night to find
their mate care and to produce delays on the circuits of haste
calling off pride for the aftermath
and adding up uniqueness on the strings of facts
so that the undone could never initiate
and the doings could mend all that was needed
for the magic to perpetuate.
(2016, Soar, soaring-words.com, Picture credits: private source.)
#poetry, #storytelling, #soar, #soaringwords, #undone, #doings, #truth, #love, #life.
Sea thought
To make a poem right
(POEM)
To make a poem right
all you need is DISTRACTION and WATER
to flow and entangle your thoughts
into drops of feelings
pouring out as if they never existed before
at full speed and intensity
reaching to some sort of confusional awareness
in the bewilderment of the moment
while water runs loose and keeps the noise constant
dragging you along while you try
to stop
something you want to go on
to take over the pre-set logic of the mind
running for the dress code of the metaphors
raw and virgin in your palms
it flows
before you have a chance to put down
or at least to remember
through key words and broken lines
that uniqueness to define
with unabashed FOCUS and STILLNESS of time
a poemmade out right.
(Picture credits: Jeremy Mann, soaring-words.com)
#soar, #soaringwords, #poetry, #storytelling, #inspiration, #art, #jeremymann.
Change unchanged
(POEM)
Something changed
on that display
where a grin popped up
on the other side
at the touch screen producing memories
and she gazed in
lost in the Pierian meaning
of a sacred sin.
Something could have changed
though she couldnt tell
the why, the what or how
for she thought love was about remaining
the same
while different in the game
and that, heart by heart
or pixel by pixel,
love would come around.
Had anything been changed
in her versatile ways to indulge
the prescience of deeper senses
and to revere the little things
of all that there was and would have been,
then those grins over time
would have been home to both
if only for the care of their origin.
She looked at the display anew
sunk into the colours of the frolic and the playful
while hiding the dark background of the sacrifice
her main atout
as she chose the third option out of two
only to see it through
and be able to see on that pixelated screen
sentiments, floating between her and him.
Nothing changed
at any time one face reflected the counterpart
with the same mimic of the satisfied
while that mirror called display
furtively immortalized
a zoomed out quiddity
of the unchanged that changed
so that they remain the same.
(July 2016, Soar, soaring-words.com. Picture courtesy: LePrive)
#poetry, #storytelling, #soar, #soaringwords, #truth, #love, #life, #care.
A book for a puzzle
A book for a puzzle
Win one of my books (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QL3iJOoiZ1A) if you solve this puzzle. Send your answers to info@soaring-words.com.
I am very excited for your replies:-) Here it goes:
“We were five. All of us as one, trying to coexist in the best of times. In the worst scenarios it was hard.
One of them was tiring me out. Always. I could resist him for 30 minutes tops. Yet I needed him like a key to the hole of a whole I aspired to in my existence. But I didnt want to just exist. I wanted to live!
Then there was this woman; she looked old, like centuries. No way I could escape her, for she got under my skin…deeply. So I observed her, strict and unrelenting, or else she would break, the essence of my existence.
The other guy, part of my clique, was just too careless and carefree. My very first love and my last one too. With him all the f words sounded just right; deep…in meaning and easy going at the same time. Whichever I would think fit. No blush needed despite my blushy tendency.
Oh, forgive my French, but the next in line betrayed me. She played for a long time the damsel in distress and yes she had me, but all she ever was, was just a pompous face with swaying attitude. Big disappointment, minute loss. Apparently a needed part of the experience to quench my thirst…or search for the ultimate grail of my purpose. What a waste….just common sense my careless guy would say.
And finally, last not by choice but by alignment…of thoughts. Another she. Very similar to me, but I still varied here and there and in the middle. Thank god! For she talked a lot and she could also get loud. Many a time I rode along, but sometimes I just parted. Because she was too much. Yet, when I needed her, my god….fire along! No one could replace her, even if they tried to emulate and even dye their hair just to be like her. I dont know if shes ever been faithful…but I am grateful.
We still are five. In the worst scenarios and the best of times.”
(c) Soar, 2016.
Soar’s SEPTO-LOGUE
I am normally silent about my own views and choices on the matter but this right here got me started:
Copyright remains with the author, but XXX reserves the right to have entries performed at the Festival, on radio, TV, or stage, published on the internet, in an anthology or used for publicity purposes at any stage in the future.
REALLY???
While I highly respect all editors for their work to put the poor writer in a better light and shape, heres something about my own ethical practice:
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Soar’s SEPTO-LOGUE:
1. Any new piece of my work is shared, through my website and pages, first with my public who has been supporting me from the very start in this 6-year long artistic road! Its about the ones cheering, applauding, supporting, and especially encouraging, every time and all the time.
2. The editor can choose to acknowledge or not my (see point 1) submission, but cannot have my priority or exclusivity! The reason why I choose not to submit to those who have such requests in their guidelines. Note: if any of my work is unpublished yet it means I am not happy with it and I am still working on it 🙂
3. You are not allowed at any time to use my work without my consent in advance. I have the right to agree/disagree with your offer to publish my work, depending on the content of your magazine/show/festival. Its not because Im picky, but because I write for a certain purpose and to render a specific message to the world that is not to be altered by your visions.
4. If you want to complete your programs/festivals/shows with my work in my absence, there is a thing called royalties. A matter of respect.and law.
5. I will not respect the layout guidelines, ridiculously different from one editor to another. Not because I did not read your instructions (I always do!), nor because am lazy about wasting time on peculiar layout desires, but because its the content that should matter, not the package. And if the work is good, single-spaced or double-spaced should be irrelevant.
6. I have the right to decline (which I already did), any editor disregarding/ignoring/altering the sweat of my own collaborators such as: designers, animators, video editors and photographers who know me much longer and better than the editor and put their sweat at my service to make my work reachable to the public. I understand I may lose a great opportunity working with you, but I am sure you understand that I respect and trust the work of my fellow artists whom I choose to represent me. My submitted work is a single package: take it or leave it smile emoticon
7. I understand that I am not the Beyonc of songs nor the Bukowski of words, but my fame is really my public and the editor in my case is simply a one-to-one collaborator. Lets keep the respect and modesty on *both* sides alive and kicking. And I will be more than happy and honoured to be acknowledged in your pages.
Thank you!
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(Picture: Soar at work :-). Picture credits: private source. www.soaring-words.com)
#soar, #soaringwords, #mission, #ethics, #morals, #poetry, #storytelling, #gratitude, #love, #hope, #yourspoetically, #souldiary.
Violet and Life – A Poetry-in-Motion Story
“LOVE for Unicef” 2015
Like every year, here’s the outcome of my “Love for Unicef” initiative for 2015. It’s a little “surprise” help for the children in need from my poetry.
Thank you everybody for the shares and downloads!
Soar
#soar, #soaringwords, #loveforunicef, #charity, #poetry, #love, #hope, #children, #future, #ainitiativebysoar.
Musing
There is nothing more intimate than drafting a poem at heartbeat speed inside a minuscule plus note on your phone where you keep in check … your memory:-) Ideas rush in with splashes of words, grammar tries to catch up with the run, crying out hold on before they are gone or settled down, emoji are vivid only in your mind while you watch metaphors dance before your fingertips, hoping at the same time for them to be disclosed and yet to never die. Its the closest you can get to your own art.
#poetry, #soar, #soaringwords, #muse
Happy New Year everyone!
I hope you got your gifts, had your parties and made your lists for a better 2016. My list for 2016 is settled :-))))
Lets not forget that what is given with pureness of heart and wisdom of mind, not just today but any other day, is a gift to keep for life.
Cherish your gifts and appreciate your blessings every day!
Lets start this year:-))))
Soar
#soar, #soaringwords, #2016, #newyearseve, #poetry, #music, #blessings.
Mirror
(Poem)
with every smile and frown gazing at my soul,
I try to find new pieces
in my struggle to redefine
the cosy mirror of my eyes
set for so long to show
if only to find when lost
my unconditional truth
you
but your shards scattered in the composure
become mosaics of playful reflection
as though they were unfaithful replicas
of a carpe diem motto
which dissipate
before the rise of a new tomorrow
and I cant see myself through
them
changing perspectives and laughing
at my courage of loyal essence,
praising you boldly,
as I fall for your hopes and wear your flaws
so that you dont have to suffer from
imperfection and they wont ever have to know
what I fight and purge in
me
in order to preserve the best cut
from broken moulds and foggy sceneries
you were left with in reality
before the sun of my visions
that you met
on a platter of trust
while courting destiny with faith
once
as chance brought me there
along with my care
avowed to you
beyond the limits of compare
and I called you wonderful
while you, glazing my fascination,
showed me from within
innocence
so eagerly hidden
that it would smell only to the genuine
and ever since, every time you look at me,
I make sparkles from shards
and cracks become beams
with carpe vita indulgence
so that you remain complete
in the iris of my beliefs – perfect to me,
always.
#poetry, #soar, #soaringwords, #mirror, #mirrors, #justintimberlake, #me, #you, #them, #loyalty, #soul, #care, #diamond, #bestfriendship, #reflection, #flaws, #forgiveness, #love.
Picture Credits: Love-for-Life, By Ryan Woodward.
2015 Soar, www.soaring-words.com
