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 Jun 2016
Paolo Garcia
Pain equating to tears
But if he tries to resist the pain to avoid crying,
He is allowing pain to reside in his heart --
restoring tears for later
 Jun 2016
Paolo Garcia
Every cloud has a silver lining;
but, if a tumultuous storm
   appears on your head,
just call me and
   i'll be there
in a swift
 May 2016
Michael Blonski
Pour energy
into your
words

Write with intensity
so great
that if you held the page
from a mountain's peak
your words
would be mistaken
for
stars
wow! I'm so honored to have been selected for the daily. I feel like there are far more deserving writers than I!
Thank you everyone for reading my work and all the lovely comments.
Please use the tags below to read some great works from great people :)
-MB
 May 2016
Ronell Warren Alman
Just follow your heart
Do what you say you are going to do
Now is the time to shine
Find your way through
Those seas may be rough
But, you can adjust the sails
Continue to rise up through the air
So you can prevail
She exchanges her black dress,
for a white robe of Righteousness.
She trades in her lies, believed and spoken,
and embraces the Truth.
She decides to turn her words into actions,
no longer fearing people's reactions.
She trades in her sorrows,
for His joy.
She exchanges her selfish deeds and her
negative thoughts,
for deeds of kindness and a mind like Christ.
She trades in her old self,
for the New Creation which now she is.
She exchanges all she is,
for all HE is.
And walks FREE.
 May 2016
SøułSurvivør
Worry* is a scurvy rat
It is a man's main bane
It chews on your self esteem
It nibbles at your brain
It will take your precious time
Your energies will claim
It will hobble your very life
It will make you lame
You may try to capture it
But that is all in vain

Doubt is like a cancer
It eats at your bones
It takes breath from your very lungs
It turns your mind to stone
It makes you feel incomplete
It makes you weep and moan
Under it's all-nagging pain
You will retch and groan
It is resistant to all cures
And you cannot atone

Fear is like a little death
It turns the heart to straw
It strikes like a rattlesnake
With poison in its maw
It's like a fascist dictator
Who makes the harshest laws
It can take your greatest strength
Make it pernicious flaw
Like a sadistic doctor
With a large chainsaw!

How can a person battle
Worry, Doubt and Fear?
How can our lives get better?
How can we have cheer?
Jack Daniels has no answer
It's not Budweiser beer...

It may be elusive
At first just like a wraith
But once you have a hold on it

The answer is our *FAITH.*



SoulSurvivor
(C) 5/27/2016
Found the beginnings of this poem earlier while I was looking through some boxes (I'm cleaning an old storage area).
It showed promise so I started working on it today.

This cleaning project has been taking up a lot of my time. Hopefully I'll be able to get back on the site over the long weekend.

May you be blessed this Memorial Day!

-
 May 2016
WendyStarry Eyes
Worries in life
★Are just a bad dream★
When they begin to occur
Pinch yourself awake so
You float into the
Realization that things just
Aren't as bad as the seem

Let your brain realize
○ºEach morning brings forthº○
A new sunrise
Thoses worries you carried
In the past were gracefully conquered
They had no purpose
They did not last

Today step forth
++Knowing you are alive++
Be thankful for this day
Live life to the fullest
Do your best to strive

Glowing with a smile is
:-D Guaranteed to be :-D
Less stressful than worries
in life so realize
Each vibrant moment
Be happy to be
ALIVE**
♡♥♡♥♡♥♡♥♡
:-D
 May 2016
RAJ NANDY
Dear Poet friends. After reading Dolly Lama’s poem ‘Poetry Helps Heal’, I was reminded of a poem I composed many years ago titled ‘The Healing Power of Poetry’. This poem is not a work of fiction, but based on reality. Hope you like it, and tell your friends to read the same. Thanks, - Raj, New Delhi.


  THE HEALING POWER OF POETRY:
    KNOWN  AS  ‘BIBLIOTHERAPY’

The word Poetry derives from the Greek word ‘poesis’,
Which means ‘a making’ of a literary art form,
Where language is used for its evocative, aesthetic,
and emotional response.
A poem is an emotional-intellectual-physical construct, -
meant to touch its reader’s heart!
Poetry links one individual to another by its
distilled experience.
Through its rhythm of words and imagery,  -
driving away our inner loneliness!

‘Words are the physicians of the diseased mind’, -
Oceanus  tells Prometheus in ancient Greek
Mythology.
Thus the Oracles at Delphi used the healing power
of poetry, -
Through their various ritualistic chants and
incantations;
And tamed many a savage mind into subjugation!

The Roman physician Soranus in the First Century
AD,
Had prescribed poetry and drama for his patients
who were mentally oppressed;
Tragedy for his maniac patients, and Comedy for
the depressed.
The great psychiatrist Sigmund Freud had clarified,
That it was not he but the Poet, who had discovered
the Subconscious Mind!
Freud went on to say that the human mind is a
poetry-making *****;
Focus of ‘poetry for healing’ is self-expression and
growth of the individual.
Whereas focus of ‘poetry as an art’ becomes the
very poem itself!
But both use the same technique Freud had said;
Words, rhythm, metaphors, sound, and images,
But in the end the result is the same.
The word ‘therapy’ comes from the Greek word
‘therapeia’, -
Meaning to nurse or cure through dance, song,
drama or poetry;
Perhaps the divine way to poetic therapy!
It is therefore not surprising that Asclepius, the
Greek God of Healing,
Is the son of Apollo, the God of Poetry and Medicine!

The first hospital for the mentally ill in the American
Colonies,
Was set up in Pennsylvania in 1751, by Benjamin
Franklin.
Where a number of ancillary treatments were used,
Including the writing of poetry and reading it aloud.
Written by the patients who were mentally ill.  @ (see notes)
‘Bibliotherapy’ was the term used for poetic therapy,
Which had become popular during the Sixties and
the Seventies.
It was also effectively used in Group Therapy,
With patients sharing their feeling and emotions,
Providing a release for their inner pain and tension !
The rhythm and repetition of words often created
a hypnotic trance, -
Reaching out to those ‘secret places’ - creating a
bridge, -
To that unconscious mind from which poetry springs!
Friends, in support of what I have just said let me
quote,
Those immortal lines which Robert Frost once wrote;-
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
  But I have promises to keep,
  And miles to go before I sleep,
  And miles to go before I sleep” # (see notes below)

Foot Notes: ** Initially poetry was ****** recited and also sung to the accompaniment of the lyre. After the invention of  writing, it started to develop its own form. Forms make arrangement out of derangement, harmony out of discord, and order out of chaos!
@= Writings of some of these patients were also published in a newspaper titled “The Illuminator”.
# = Lines quoted above are from Robert Frost’s famous poem, “Stopping by The Woods on A Snowy Evening”, - were extensively
used for poetic therapy at the Hospital.
        All Copy Rights Reserved By the Author Raj Nandy

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If my heart was a cup,
Your love would be the deep blue sea.
You fill me up like wild rivers overflowing.
With springs of Living Water flowing within me.
Flowing within me.
Flowing within me.
Until I am completely lost in Your love.
Overfilling my cup.
Your love like the deep blue sea.
Completely overtaking me.
 May 2016
Zoe
These hands hang down
and my heart droops within;
these feet are tired - my back sags
shouldering so much,
visible and invisible.
Oh Lord, sustain me,
I pray!
Lend me
strength to
continue,
lest I should
fall and not
be able
to get
up.

...
 May 2016
Alysia Michelle
You see the prejudice runs deeper
than just racism or sexism
the problem is
this "us and them" mentality
the problem is
separatism
when you separate people from all the prejudices
all you see are a bunch of humans
there is no
"us and them"
we are supposed to be
one nation united
instead we are
one nation divided
too focused on outward appearances
not focused enough
on what everyone is actually made up of
guts
if you boil down to it
everyone can be summed up into
a skin sack full of guts
too focused on location
that we decide
that some people
don't deserve help
because they aren't "one of us"
so focused on our differences
that we miss the similarities
so focused on what offends us
caught up in our own prosperity
when it all boils down to it
we're all composed of the same stuff
just in different combinations
all simply human
across the many nations
every single one of us
is a warrior of our own personal battles
we feel the need to shake up
other's lives as if they were rattles
why have we become a culture so poisonous
quick to strike anyone
who doesn't agree with us
kindness has become a rarity
most of us would rather please ourselves
than give to any charity
I'm not saying that i'm not guilty
i'm just saying that
we all need to try a little harder
to smile at passing strangers
to pass a little kindness
because it's become endangered.
 May 2016
Ann M Johnson
My Life was filled with different hues of black and white until you added color to my life.
This poem is dedicated to all my Hello Poetry friends and my friends and family near and far away too. I have much gratitude for all of you making my life filled with more beauty!
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