Posted in Belonging, Friendship, Hope Alive, Moments, Picture speak

Season Two of The Diverse Poets’

Getting better and stronger together…through the power that our words give us,that is all that we do.

Of passion shared through what our minds have concieved,through what our voices have spoken, through what our souls have sung, through what our hearts and eyes have seen…

IMG-20180622-WA0026[1]

 

Everyday all day its all about art and being artists. We are artists in our own mettle,not just because its what we do…but because we are too large to live in this life only as one character. The world is our stage and we are playing out our parts.

art artistic blank page book
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

To the friendships forged,the new breath of life we have received,the new lessons learnt,the challenges faced..we all shall keep up bettering ourselves and reaching to all who can hear our sounds and voices.

Dylan_Photography_20180622_221429[1]

We are Diverse Poets and that is our identity. Much love and all in all…let art keep uniting us all.

img-20180321-wa0002456850389.jpg

analog binder blank book
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

IMG-20180528-WA0072

Much can be said through our words,but with pictures,more than just a 1000 words can be said.

Advertisements
Posted in Belonging, Family, Friendship, Hope Alive, Moments, Picture speak, The Society

Our Daily Poetry Charity…

It takes more than just blood to form familial ties that bind…

It takes more than just words to express the deep set feelings that express all that we feel within us…

All we need in life is more love, laughs and that makes life more worth!!

It matters not who you are, what you think your circumstance makes you… We all are one…

So make moments now with all those that count…

Smile wider and let your light shine brightest…

Take pictures and freeze that opportune feeling in time…

Help all, even when you know they can’t help you at that moment…

D

Dance it all out through all seasons, make your own music if need be… And show your steps and moves to all

Service to others is the real humanity we need, so go out and serve…

Be afraid not of the challenges, for they make us strong…

Be all that you can be, for you are the best version of yourself that ever existed!!

When it seems you are failing, do not quit…. But with like minded individuals, take time off, regroup, brainstorm and come out stronger…

Teaching is the noblest form of profession… Teach and guide them, and watch them learn and come out approved by all

Above it all, give thanks to Him who is the author and finisher of it all. For its Him who gives us strength to do all that which we do… It’s by His grace, favour and love, that we see it all as joy and we delight in him.

Looking back at it all, it’s all joy, love and favour.

May the good Lord continue guiding your way little ones!!

Our Daily Poetry…

Giving hope!

Posted in Belonging, Family, Moments, Picture speak

First Open Mic…

Having friends is among the greates gifts of life…having friends who share with you in your passion now that surpasses all greater joys that we can ever think of.

T

o more events together,more love shared ,more joy harboured within..to all that and more.

I celebrate you all and rejoice in you all…may the poetry and passion within make all the ground we step on our everyday stage!!

Art flow…

There’s power in words indeed…let’s keep the fire burning.Our individuality is what makes us unique. ..so hide it not,but let it show!!

Diverse Poets…

Let our passion be our driving force!!

#Photography credits all go to DylanPhotography…may the fruits I your Labour be tested far and wide.We appreciate your support through everything!!

Posted in Belonging

YOUR WOMAN

Set her up above the rest,
See her smile widen as she goes up,
Let her smile give joy to the rest,
Her twinkling eyes lighting up our paths,
Her laugh ringing in our hearts,
Her words touching our soul,
Yes…
She is the woman,
Your woman.
©Joy🌹

Posted in Belonging

ESSENCE OF COLOUR 

She understands not

The rush of it all

Of the various colours you wear

From whom are you hiding?

What really are you hiding?

Is there really a reason,

Of the various shades you have,

Changing more drastically than the seasons?

All this and more she wonders,

Too shocked to ask,

But still curious to find out!
Why hide the scars beneath

Yet they tell of a conquered past?

Why hide the dark spotty spots,

Yet in them she sees a passed teenage?

The dark black or brown markings

Along your eyes I see their marks

Is it to prevent the flowing tears?

Or are you covering the seen past

To clear way for a brighter day?

Your bloody lips she fears,

As its colour can never erase

All the words uttered in the past,

Nor can they sweeten,

To calm the unseen wraths!
Convert her not

To your undefined clique

That takes the beauty of colour

Too far and too much

To destroy the already beautiful form

That was once the real you

Maybe to the ways of the world

She is too young to understand

What really the essence of colour entails,

But for now please spare her,

Let her watch you in bewilderment,

And maybe…

Just maybe,

She too will know that essence!
©Joy🌹

Posted in Belonging

ALL WILL BE WELL. 

Times comes and seasons pass,

Each day I find a new reason to surpass,

All this anguish that lives within,

Of the distance that cuts right within,

To keep us together and still far apart,

Physically away but together at heart.
Right from my ribs you were born, 

and behind yours I found life. 

thus distance  hath done it’s part,

you my love, are in my heart

and that’s where I shall keep you always.
In the wide world we both wandered,

In the deep blue seas adrift we each sailed,

From the south you came along,

To the east your path led you to me,

Now in our hearts forever we are entwined!
from the river bed I watched our love like  tides pushes back and forth,

fighting doubts and obstacles.

for a moment I lost my thoughts to you,

thou  proved without doubt you worth every sweat.
Many at my presence have come,

Tall ones and the fair ones alike,

But to you Im still betrothed,

For you I will for ever wait on,

Till when I have you in arms,

I shall always stay by you.
temptation showcased her talent,

but my eyes hath only sight for you.

still! “unquaked” 

was my trouser

for your thoughts weight more than a moment pleasure,

and that’s how much I value you.
With you in heart Im happy,

Despite the distance between us 

I shall always be with you

Deep within me I know,

Someday all shall be well with us.
Distance may trophy my Corp, 

But you have my soul, 

And I shall someday find my way to your arms

For home is where the heart is,

and you are but my Kingdom!

©L’jay Motadi- South Africa

         And

©Joy Munde-Kenya

Posted in Belonging

MEMORIES OF THE UNTOLD.

I am still in denial…
A day shorter…

Maybe a month longer

Still a memory of the smile that never fades,

A beauty with no shades

A womb that carried us in all sizes….!!
A womb that protects from all,

Its all I anticipated to be in,

Where the warmth within would embrace,

To feel the gentle and lovely kiss on my face,

Just a wish that was,

As prematurely I was ejected from my chill spot!
So small, little with no knowledge of her face

A C-Section that opened her virgin tummy

A cut that distanced me from her warmth,

A bitter, sour pain, a today with no chance of yesterday

I was out of her

She felt the pain, the cold love,fought the war just to have me as I am today…

Her tears on the operation table as she struggled to her last breath!
Her life for mine she gave,

Selflessly and with love for all for me to have,

In her tears I gave my first cry,

With her fading strength I breathed my first,

Oooohh mama…

How much more I wish to have had,

To be in your arms for always!
If only I could shake her hand…

Hug her shoulders and be hugged back,

Just to embrace the love she gave .!!

I would have known her not by the name

Nor a photo that looks upon from the frame.
Her eyes they say I have,

My silly moods from her I sure did get,

All these I keep them in heart,

To close my eyes and wish to see her,

To mess up and anticipate her scolding,

But all this is in sheer vain.
But by her warmth disciplined stare…

Even clearer as she gazed,

I will tell of when Im grown up

Tears of a memory but a cry that I still wish a wand to grant

A love that will and still is, A parent that held me till today.
A love that compares with that of the Father,

From her memories never to move further,

In my tears I shall always rejoice,

Staring down at the mound of soil a top her,

I still smile as she lives in me,

Years come and go but still this I know of,

That forever will she live in me…

My dearest mother,my all time heroine,My superwoman!