THE CORNER 4 WOMEN

Friday, 16 February 2024

YOU WERE BORN BEAUTIFUL by Tahlia Hunter

"YOU WERE BORN BEAUTIFUL"
by Tahlia Hunter

And on the days

when you struggle to look at yourself

in the mirror,

for you feel dissatisfied by what you see,

Remember that feeling that something is less beautiful

does not make it so.

That you were born beautiful,

and will die beautiful,

for beauty is no two-dimensional thing,

that can ever be captured by an image,

as it encompasses the soul.

And a single flaw

that you believe that you possess

based on what you have been taught

to believe is beautiful

cannot come close

to reflecting

the entire essence of who you are.

And so, if you ever find yourself

fixating on your appearance

and wishing to change

what cannot be changed,

I would suggest, my dear,

that you shift your focus

from the beauty without

to the beauty within,

that shines outward

but originates inside,

that remains with you as you age,

and cannot ever be taken from you

when you die.

And change the mirror of the body

to a mirror of the soul.

Words by Tahlia Hunter https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

Brought to you by https://thecorner4women.com together with our sister website http://www.nicheebookcollections.com and our growing e-book library available FREE, through our Newsletter sign up page here:-

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

Artwork by Katarína Vavrová Artist

I WAITED AND I WAITED by Joanne Boyle

"I WAITED AND I WAITED"
by Joanne Boyle

I wondered where I was,

and where it was you were.

I was in familiar surroundings,

from a time when you were there.

I looked for you My sweetheart.

I wanted to say goodbye.

I looked both high and low,

but there was only I.

Were you hiding within yourself?

Locked inside your grief?

Come say goodbye my love,

come hurry, make it brief.

I waited and I waited,

for you to let me go.

To kiss me one last time,

but you didn't show.

All those years of happy moments,

drowning in your tears.

Let me go my sweetheart,

don't trap me with your fears.

I turned to walk away,

and I saw you standing there,

hiding in my shadows

like you always were.

Watching me in the sunlight,

you liked to see me shine.

You came to say goodbye my love,

now I know you will be fine.

******

Joanne Boyle

https://www.facebook.com/poeminabottlle

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

Art by Steffi Krenzek

YOU by Tahlia Hunter

"YOU"
by Tahlia Hunter

Sometimes in life,

What you lose

Is what you gain.

You lose the doubt

So you can find belief.

You shed tears

So you can find hope.

You release fear

So you can find courage.

You let go of the pain

So you can find healing.

You break free from the chains

So you can find liberation.

You cast away darkness

So you can find light.

You relinquish the ego

So you can find humility.

You let go of pride

So you can find authenticity.

You lose the old version of yourself

So you can find renewal.

You leave the past behind

So you can step into the future.

You drown out the noise

So you can find your inner voice.

You unravel complexity

So you can find simplicity.

You lose the judgment

So you can find empathy.

And you lose self-criticism

So you can find self-compassion.

Words by Tahlia Hunter https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

Artwork by Kate Morgan Art

I LOVE by Becky Hemsley

"I LOVE"
by Becky Hemsley

I love listening to the rain pitter pattering on the hood of my coat.

I love watching storms dance around the sky from behind a window.

I love feeling the warmth of the sun when I’m sitting in the shade.

And I love hearing the waves crash against the rocks when I’m a mile away from the shore.

I love being reminded how the world lives so loudly, so proudly. That it crashes and falls and burns. And yet, it never fails to get back up and dance.

Yes, I love being reminded that the world is so completely, unapologetically alive.

As long as I’m sheltered and safe.

And I think that’s how we should love others.

I think we should show them how spectacular it is to be alive. What it means to truly see and hear and feel and thrive in this world.

But we should also be their safe space.

So they know that,

if they fall,

if they crash and burn,

there’s someone in their corner

helping them get back up

to dance.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

Beautiful artwork by Anna Fila (@after.anki.malowanki on Instagram)

This poem is from 'Letters from Life' https://amzn.eu/d/cVWmmsI

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

HOW SHE CHANGED HER DRUNK HUSBAND

"HOW SHE CHANGED HER DRUNK HUSBAND" (author unknown)

When a woman wants to teach you a lesson, even Satan sits down to take notes. My neighbour was a big drunk. His wife used to pick him up in bars and in trenches. Her family friends advised her to leave him but she was hopeful that she'll find a solution.

One Saturday she went to pick him again, he was completely drunk. Instead of taking him home, she headed straight to the mortuary. She negotiated with the mortuary attendants to make him lie with the corpses and when he wakes up, help me to teach him a lesson. She then went back home. Fear Women!

When he woke up, he started screaming when he found himself sleeping in the middle of dead bodies. He started screaming and calling for help pleading that he's not dead. The mortuary attendants came laughing and told him that they are used to corpses being brought to the morgue and start practicing witchcraft. They told him to lie down and that he was dead and whatever he was seeing was not in real life but in the other end of living dead.

He continued screaming and the morgue attendants came with an axe and hammer and told him that stubborn corpses are beaten and hacked until they become cooperative. He was told to lie and wait for his post-mortem later that day since his cause of death hadn't been established.

He stayed there frightened in the middle of corpses the whole of that day and Sunday night. On Monday morning they released him and told him to go home, say bye bye to his family and then come back to the morgue for preservation since he was now a mere spirit.

He ran home on foot, straight to the mirror to check if he was seeing himself. His wife pretended not to see him which made him even more worried. He went to the bathroom took a shower, dressed up and carried a Bible. That's when his wife told him that it was a Monday morning and not Sunday.

Several months later he's yet to reveal what happened to him and where he was the 2 nights he wasn't at home. He stopped taking alcohol completely, not even soda, just milk and water. He goes to church religiously.

The power of a woman!

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

PATCHWORK by Becky Hemsley

"PATCHWORK"
by Becky Hemsley 2020

Your life is like a quilt

And everybody weaves their share

Some weave huge great tapestries

And some weave tiny squares

Some squares bring you laughter

And some will bring you tears

Some are stitched and sewn by those

Who are no longer here

In places there are threads

From people choosing not to stay

And every time you touch these threads

It brings back all the pain

But every little thread

That weaves its joy and pain and fun

Has stitched a quilt together

Of the person you’ve become

And every little tiny part

Has slowly taught you how

To weave your contribution

Into the blanket you have now

So I know there are squares that comfort you

And some that you dislike

But without them all you wouldn’t have

This patchwork of your life

*******

Becky Hemsley 2020

Image created with Bing

'Patchwork' is from the book Talking to the Wild

https://a.co/d/4I7vHJl

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

Thursday, 15 February 2024

TO LOVE A ROSE by Tahlia Hunter

"TO LOVE A ROSE"
by Tahlia Hunter

“How can you love without pain?” she asked.

“Love is not about ownership, but appreciation.

The secret of love may be found in this rose.

To love the rose

is not to possess it or to pluck it

but to savour its beauty

and witness its magnificence

and in the process,

to be made more beautiful.

This is how you may love even when the one you love is not near you, even when the one you love is no longer with you and even when the one you love knows not of you. Because love is not found outside of you, but is found within you, for it is a way of seeing and engaging with the world.

To love

is to be inspired

and to be transformed for the better.

And so there is no pain in loving, because to love is not to lose anything, but to gain everything.”

Words by Tahlia Hunter https://www.facebook.com/TahliaHunterBlog

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

Artwork by Catrin Welz-Stein

THERE IS NO PERFECT ARTIST by Joanne Boyle

"THERE IS NO PERFECT ARTIST"
by Joanne Boyle

Today we gathered our paintbrushes,

to create a work of art.

Some painted pretty flowers,

whilst others drew a heart.

Love shone through each picture,

of a pretty facebook page.

Valentines showed no prejudice

and it had no age.

No violence to be seen,

or fighting in a yard,

only words of tenderness,

written in a card.

Some had an empty canvas,

their stories still untold

but in time that empty canvas,

will have a painting to unfold.

Some paintings weren't of perfection,

in the eyes of some,

but in the name of love,

they were pleased with what they'd done.

There is no perfect artist.

No picture loved by all.

Yet love is something felt,

by all creatures great and small.

******

Joanne Boyle

https://www.facebook.com/poeminabottlle

https://tc4women.nicheebookcollections.com/NEWSLETTER-EBOOK-LIBRARY-SIGNUP.html

Art by Steffi Krenzek