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Friday, 5 July 2024

"I STOPPED" by Lim Teck Yong

"I STOPPED"
by Lim Teck Yong

I once asked a very successful woman to share her secret with me. She smiled and said to me…

“I started succeeding when I started leaving small fights for small fighters.

I stopped fighting those who gossiped about me…

I stopped fighting with my in laws…

I stopped fighting for attention…

I stopped fighting to meet peoples expectation of me…

I stopped fighting for my rights with inconsiderate people..

I stopped fighting to please everyone…

I stopped fighting to prove they were wrong about me….

I left such fights for those who have nothing else to fight…

And I started fighting for my vision, my dreams, my ideas and my destiny.

The day I gave up on small fights is the day I started becoming successful & so much more content.”

Some fights are not worth your time….. Choose what you fight for wisely.

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Author: Lim Teck Yong

Artist: Pepper Tharp

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Wednesday, 3 July 2024

"A VERSE FOR YOU MY LOVE" by Ann Marie

"A VERSE FOR YOU MY LOVE"
by Ann Marie

As seasons change and years unfurl,

The heart recalls a vanished world,

A love once close, now far away,

Grows deeper missed with each passing day.

The first year's shock has come and gone,

But absence lingers with the dawn,

The silent spaces speak your name,

In every shadow, still the same.

The laughter shared, the whispered dreams,

The love that flowed in endless streams,

Now echoes in a quiet room,

Where memories dance and softly loom.

They say that time will ease the pain,

Yet here I stand, in grief's refrain,

Missing you more than words can tell,

In every detail, I know well.

Your spirit, though, remains so near,

In every thought, I hold you dear,

A guiding light through darkest night,

A gentle touch when nothing's right.

So here's a verse for you, my love,

A testament to what we're made of,

For missing you is love's own face,

A timeless bond, no years erase.

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"OKAY" by Becky Hemsley

"OKAY"
by Becky Hemsley

Sometimes it takes nothing

And sometimes a little more

Sometimes just the smallest step

Will get you out the door

Sometimes it takes only

Just the tiniest breath in

Sometimes just a pause

And you are able to begin

But sometimes just that little step

Feels like a giant leap

And where that leap will take you

Feels too dizzying and steep

Sometimes that small breath

Feels like it’s trapped inside your throat

As if you’re underwater

And you cannot stay afloat

Sometimes when you pause

It’s like you’re rooted to the spot

Tied up in disquiet

With your stomach in a knot

Sometimes it takes nothing

And sometimes a little more

Sometimes life feels harder

Than the way it felt before

Yes, sometimes it takes all your strength

To go about your day

And sometimes it takes everything

To simply be okay

*****

Becky Hemsley 2023

https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild

Artwork by Femke Muntz

"Okay" is from 'Letters from Life' https://a.co/d/5fbxBqB

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Tuesday, 2 July 2024

"SIGNS" by Becky Hemsley

"SIGNS"
by Becky Hemsley

There's a robin on my fence today,

A feather by my feet

A heart-shaped leaf that blows along

Beside me down the street

Your song played on the radio

This morning in the car

And just last night I could've sworn

I saw a shooting star

The sun and rain are dancing

Making rainbows in the sky

And on the slightest breeze I watch

A butterfly go by

And people might say these are not

The signs I know they are

That it is just coincidence

Your song played in the car

That it is just the sky

And it is just the birds and breeze

A little windy weather

And the nature of the trees

But there is nothing little

About the way they make me feel

The sense of peace they carry

Is both comforting and real

Because it's just one song

And just one butterfly and bird

Just one star and just one leaf

In one enormous world

And so the probability

Of noticing it all

Is close to nearly nothing;

Almost infinitely small

And that is how I know

That when that leaf floats into view

It isn't a coincidence,

But a sign of love from you

So keep on shooting stars to me,

Keep playing me your song

Whilst you dance atop the rainbows

And blow heart-shaped leaves along

Yes, keep on sending signs my love

I'll always look around

For your butterflies on breezes

And your feathers on the ground"

******

"Signs" by Becky Hemsley

https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild

Art by Laron G. S. via Midjourney

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"I SHALL BE THE MOON" by Joanne Boyle

"I SHALL BE THE MOON"
by Joanne Boyle

I stood in the shadows of daylight,

so that I could see you shine.

I didn't mind being unnoticed.

Being in the background was just fine.

You didn't know that I was watching.

Just like I did back in the day.

I find myself still laughing now,

at the things that you would say.

Everybody you met loved you.

You were like a breath of fresh air.

Something about your presence

made everyone stop and stare.

You brought joy to every moment.

Lit up the room with your big smile.

Nobody but I saw the real you

that would surface once in a while.

It was then I'd come from the shadows.

I didn't mind being second best.

I just knew you like no other,

and knew when you needed to rest.

You cared so much for others.

You forgot to care about you.

I could see the sun going down

and what you were going through.

Now you watch me from the shadows,

as I try to be your light.

And with every breathe I take

I will be your fight.

I miss being In the shadows.

I will go back there soon.

Once again you will be the sunshine

and I shall be the moon.

******

Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art Steffi Krenzek

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"LIVING" by Becky Hemsley

"LIVING"
by Becky Hemsley

Life in its essence is breaths that we take

Our very next breath is just seconds away

And breathing ensures we survive, we exist

But being alive is a lot more than this

It's climbing a mountain then looking back down

To see where you started and where you are now

It's loving the view that you see from up there

With the earth at your feet and the wind in your hair

It’s meeting with friends to catch up over tea

And laughing until you forget how to breathe

It’s dancing all night ‘til your feet wind up sore

And singing along ‘til your throat feels raw

It’s walking the beach and it's watching the tide

It’s finding a shell to hear oceans inside

It's flying ‘til you can see clouds from above

It's counting the stars and it's falling in love

It's watching the sun rise and watching it set

It’s gathering moments you'll never forget

The moments that teeter and flutter between

A world full of wonder and one of routine

So breathe in and out - it'll keep you alive

But know that you're here to do more than survive

You’re here to let music dance on through your veins

To climb to the top of the mountain again

To see yourself fly and to feel your heart leap

The world is a show and you’ve got front row seats

So in the next seconds, when you breathe on in

Remember the wonder of life that’s within

‘Cause taking a breath keeps you living for sure

But the breath taking moments?

They’re what we live for

******

Becky Hemsley 2023

https://www.facebook.com/talkingtothewild

Beautiful artwork by Dima Dimitriev

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Monday, 1 July 2024

"The Enchanted Locket" by John A Elliott 2024

"The Enchanted Locket"

by John A Elliott 2024

In the quaint village of Mistwood, where ancient oaks whispered secrets and fireflies danced in twilight, lived a girl named Evelyn. Evelyn had eyes like moonstones and a heart that hungered for adventure. She spent her days exploring the mossy forests and listening to the wind’s ancient tales.

One misty morning, as dew clung to spiderwebs, Evelyn stumbled upon an antique shop tucked away in a forgotten alley. Its sign swung on rusty hinges, and the windows were veiled with dust. The bell above the door jingled as she stepped inside, and the air smelled of aged wood and forgotten dreams.

The shopkeeper, an elderly woman with silver hair, greeted Evelyn with a knowing smile. “Ah, my dear,” she said, “you seek more than trinkets, don’t you?”

Evelyn nodded. Her gaze fell upon an exquisite silver locket displayed in a velvet-lined case. Its delicate filigree held a tiny sapphire, its blue depths shimmering like forgotten memories.

“An heirloom,” the shopkeeper whispered. “Passed down through generations. But beware, dear child—it carries a secret.”

Evelyn’s heart fluttered. She purchased the locket, its clasp cool against her skin. As she fastened it around her neck, the sapphire pulsed with life. The mirror on the locket’s back reflected her face, but something else lingered—a hidden doorway.

That night, as moonlight spilled through her window, Evelyn touched the sapphire. The locket trembled, and suddenly, she stood in a moonlit glade. Trees whispered her name, and stars wove constellations above.

This enchanted realm held forgotten magic. Evelyn met luminous sprites who danced on dew-kissed petals and whispering willows that shared ancient prophecies. She followed silver threads that led to timeless lakes, their waters reflecting lost dreams.

But as days turned into weeks, Evelyn missed her cosy room in Mistwood—the smell of rain on her window, her grandmother’s bedtime stories, and the warmth of her quilt. She longed for human connection beyond mystical beings.

The locket appeared, its sapphire glowing. “Two choices remain,” it murmured. “Stay or return.”

Evelyn gazed at the moonlit glade, then stepped back through the locket. The bell above the shop door jingled, and the shopkeeper smiled.

“Did you find what you sought?” she asked.

Evelyn nodded. “I found magic,” she said, “but my heart belongs to both realms.”

And so, Evelyn balanced her life—threads of curiosity and moments of nostalgia. She wove her own tale, one that whispered through moonlit glades and silvered memories.

As for the locket? Well, that remains a secret, waiting for another curious soul to touch the sapphire and discover the enchanted threads that bind worlds together.

art by DELL-E (AI) 2024

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"LET US ALL MAKE MEMORIES" by Joanne Boyle

"LET US ALL MAKE MEMORIES"
by Joanne Boyle

Let us all walk together

into the month of July.

With hearts full of kindness

for both you and I.

It is a month the sunshine

comes out to play,

and to the tune of summer

all of the flowers sway.

July is for jumping

and for endless fun.

A month of beauty

underneath a shining sun.

Children play outdoors.

Roundabouts and swings.

Sandcastles and water

and many wonderful things.

July also brings with it

Independence day.

A celebration for all

In the U.S.A.

The schools break up

so we can stay up till dark.

We can play hop scotch

and dance in the park.

Let us all make memories

to store in our hearts,

for us to look back on

when each new month starts.

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Author Joanne Boyle Heartfelt

art by Steffi Krenzek

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