Saturday, 11 November 2017

Belief

We sleep beneath hoping and powder
A lesson of disbelief 
A test 
Our body waits in fury
Dirty and clear 
Each inhalation a mission 
It seems so clear in the palm of our hand
But it's a lie
Of that we know 
Instead of war we will eat cake and blow up balloons 
The Cheshire Cat taunts us but we shut the door
Keep away the bad men 
Write our own story 
We sleep beneath hoping and powder. 
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  1. Old Egg11 November 2017 at 00:57

    I'll go along with hope but powder less so. We always hope that something is better round the corner, or tomorrow when we wake up. The important thing is to try to enjoy each day and to grin back at that Cheshire cat! He shouldn't get all the laughs.

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  2. Sherry Blue Sky11 November 2017 at 18:05

    I love the hope......and recognize the truth in what feels right in the moment being a lie.......you are wise. I am all for cake and ballooms.......and writing your own story. It is always nice to read you, Jae.

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    1. Jae Rose12 November 2017 at 03:17

      And always good to read you too Sherry thank you

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  3. Sumana Roy12 November 2017 at 01:26

    Yes, I am for hoping, cake and balloon too against bad men, fury and lie.

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  4. hyperCRYPTICal12 November 2017 at 03:12

    Your wisdom shines through Jae.
    We may eat cake and blow up balloons - but the Cheshire Cat continues to grin. I think he knows humankind best...
    Anna :o]

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  5. Thotpurge12 November 2017 at 03:33

    each inhalation a mission.. so much sadness in that poem..a struggle.. you write like magic Jae.

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  6. Dr. Pearl Ketover Prilik (PKP)12 November 2017 at 04:31

    Wow! "We may eat cake and blow up balloons..." wonderful piece.

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  7. annell412 November 2017 at 06:47

    Ballons and cake, do sound like more fun than war!! Hard to find the fun in war...instead we will write our own stories. I like your write.

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  8. Donna12 November 2017 at 07:37

    There is a despair and sadness as we wait in hope for the fear of the world to turn and you have captured those feelings beautifully...

    'A lesson of disbelief
    A test
    Our body waits in fury'

    Our only way through is indeed to 'write our own story'.

    Donna@LivingFromHappiness

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  9. Magical Mystical Teacher12 November 2017 at 07:59

    The saving grace is writing your own story, and not letting someone else write it for you.

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  10. brudberg12 November 2017 at 08:00

    So sad that we have to shut the door... we need air, but when it's filled with war we have to hide...

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  11. Gillena Cox12 November 2017 at 11:09

    The first comment i read is from Robin he has influenced my appreciation pf uour poem and i so agree. The Chesire cat shouldn't have all the laughs

    Happy Sunday Jae

    Much💖love

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  12. Susie Clevenger12 November 2017 at 11:10

    We must hide from what we've become. It is so sad, yet when we can bring a breath of hope perhaps our doors will once again be cast wide open.

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  13. Mary12 November 2017 at 12:47

    Eating cake and blowing up balloons sounds like a plan!! Have a good week, Jae. Always glad to see your poetry!!

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    1. Jae Rose13 November 2017 at 00:05

      Thanks Mary and wishing you a good week in return

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  14. Anonymous12 November 2017 at 12:59

    Blowing up balloons instead of Parliament seems a good idea, but not that of excluding the cat. He is wiser than all!

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  15. ZQ12 November 2017 at 14:41

    Excellent topic interestingly covered as usual
    ZQ

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  16. Wendy Bourke12 November 2017 at 15:53

    The interjection of the line 'Write our own story' is impactful - a pop of attitude, that that has your readers nodding 'YES'.

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