They told me my hands were for guns and gavels,

hard things that go bang.

Night and day an eternal battle fought, who should win takes up another thought.

It’s time to burn the old year. May all you to-do lists be burnable.

I love Barbara Hamby, she is such a great poet, here is one of her gems

My 200th poem. A moment i wanted to celebrate with you,us:

Love is the only way! Peace does not need protection.

In a world gone completely mad with faces in screens, the need to take notice has never been more urgent. Take notice of the little things. I mean it. Take notice of the tiniest things and make your life wonderful.

Natural disasters, are just that, natural. That they have become more frequent due to climate change does not alter the fact that they are natural. War and injustice are unnatural. I wrote this poem in response the way the news portrayed a natural phenomena.

Electrical storms are dramatic and call up images of Antics in the sky.

“Representation of the world, like the world itself, is the work of men; they describe it from their own point of view, which they confuse with the absolute truth.” - Simone de Beauvoir

This representation make the minds of women a battlefield. We must rise up against this injustice and oppression. A poem in honour of women.

There is no Planet B, yet politicians the world over cannot take the right steps even amidst rising pressure from voters. What will it take? A poem about our destruction and madness.

A beautiful poem by Kate Tempest. Hold your own and be your beautiful kind self.

As a child, do you remember the rain coming. I do. this is a poem dedicated to chilhood memories and the love of the sky for the earth.

The beauty of poetry surprises me again and again. Even though poetry is not mainstream or something one could earn one’s living from, its about love; love of words and ideas and just love itself. The well known poets are good, to be sure, but it is gems like this poem that makes my heart skip a beat and fall in love, all over again, with poetry. Long live the poets!!

Freely associate the disassociation of thought. A poem

Powerful, indictment, manifesto, reality, rally, war-cry. It’s all of these things. Please don’t look away. A poem by Warsan Shire

Being branded is a curious part of our modern culture. Paying to wear a brand. Curious and conscious, the author takes a new look at the branded culture

As low my fires of drift-wood burn,
I hear that sea's deep sounds increase,
And, fair in sunset light, discern
Its mirage-lifted Isles of Peace.

Have you ever thought about time and how it can be so many things, illusionary, a boundary, a freedom, a friend, a foe. Exploring some thoughts in this quirky poem. Enjoy

Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front by Wendell Berry