Mirakee
I forgot where I had to start...
Nevermind.
Greetings everyone to whom
this voice is reaching.
What a pleasant day we have here
to live and try for surprises that
awaits us.
But let's not forget about the fuel
that keeps this gift and efforts to
never extinguish...
The Dreams.
Last night.. I had a horrible dream.
Hope you guys understand what happens
when you sleep after watching
a horror movie.
But I did not stop there.
I woke up and tried again.
I saw a wish.
I beautiful wish.
To have what we need at every moment,
to give what we could to help someone,
to take what we should to grow better,
to breathe that forgiveness
which will quench our thirst for peace.
Wipe those tears
that had kept you chained,
crush those weaknesses
that had kept you down.
Let's not wait for a better tomorrow
and bring the best out of the day
we have with us right now.
©outofleague
outofleague
Brother | Friend | Devotee.
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#JustThat
(I am not good at typing.)
Have you heard of writing pace?
Not like the one where someone
is saying something and you are
trying to write it down as much
as possible.
The one where you are not actually
having a specific gap in between
the word you are thinking and the
same word being written by you.
That was an old preference for me
when I would use a notepad or
paper (Like a single paper?) to write.
Now the world has changed and so
like everything else I am also
shifting to clickity-clicks.
It is kind of hard for me to actually
go on with this as when I start to
write to portray exactly what is going
in my mind, I just stop writing (typing)
and just get lost somewhere in my mind.
It pretty much becomes difficult to alert
myself when that starts to happen.
That getting lost part is something
I really want to express myself.
Bit by bit, glimpse by glimpse,
pause by pause.
It is something that has let me evade
many not so uplifting moments.
And for that reason I am very grateful
for that weirdness of mine to ease down
some difficult times in my life.
Right now this is what it seems like when
I sit down and type (whatever comes to mind).
Really liking the shift from pen and paper
(eco-friendly).
So how about everyone just write down what
is going on in the mind at that moment.
It can be anything. Don't use edits later on.
Discover yourself the character that owns
your voice.
©outofleague -
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5w
Read More¶
A wise person loses its honour
when a challenge of intellectuality
is provoked by them.
(As you are supposed to be the most
calm individual to be a wise person
and I think they all need to
fall under the category of complying
to the conditions that arise
against them.)
Also there is this fact that they
understand the uniqueness of one's
character to be not always comprehensible.
Upto the present discoveries that
has been achieved by the humankind,
the amount of inteligence that is
within and is being cultivated is
still miniscule compared to the
knowledge that is present actually
(that is what we presume as we can't
actually estimate how much there is
to be discovered).
If they boast about being wise
they are committing that they are not
entitled to the discoveries made and
yet to happen.
So the most appropriate designation
by default one is suitable to, is
the word idiot.
And anyone who confronts an idiot to
test their strengths or to show-off is,
well they are voluntarily accepting
that they are not wise person to begin with.
(So much for gathering knowledge)
Speaking of knowledge,
I think a lot of us have read, listened
or heard that "The world is fake" or
"The world is full of fake people".
If we are supposed to believe that,
which part of the information which
is being received by you is not fake.
Then the language that you speak,
the books which you learn from,
the friends that you make,
the understandings you encounter;
all compared with the vast domain
of fakeness they are from are not pure.
And if you belong to the world that
is being mentioned above then you
are not real as well.
I am not against any beliefs or culture.
I am just putting forward all the overheard
gossips that I have been exposed to.
So now the question is,
whether all discoveries are real or not?
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Hello everyone.
Hope you are all doing great during
this time that is existing with us.
#prettypic367.
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#present
that line of events
which connects
as well as separates
possibility and probability.
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joybirdpoetry
4w
Read MoreSpirit guides
Today my first born turned 24
and so we sat comfortably
with each other's company
his girl by his side
and his loyal dog
curled up beside him
as we played old country tunes
and I regaled him with tales
about his hillbilly granddaddy
who came to Australia
as a young man from Tennessee.
I talked of his intrepid adventures
and daring escapades
as I drank whiskey
from an old Nutella jar
and the grand old gentlemen
of the Grand Old Opry
Johnny Cash
Willie Nelson
John Denver
and Tom T Hall
sang about Sunday mornings
country roads
highwaymen
and watermelon wine,
the ghost of my father
sat beside me
strumming his guitar
and singing off key
with the certainty
that Hank Williams
was sat right there with him.
My boy listened to my stories
unspoken of until now
and I could see the faces
of generations of kin
right there in his handsome smile
as we laughed and sang
drinking spirits
with the spirits
on this Friday night
full of birthday cheer
nostalgia
and reminiscences
and the beauty of this night
is not lost on me,
it will be carried in my heart
until such time
that I join the family circle
and my boy will tell his tall tales
about his crazy poet mother
to his own children
as she sips her whiskey
from an old jam jar
from her perch
somewhere in between
heaven and hell
heart bursting with love
at the fine young man
she managed to raise
part Aussie, part Hillbilly
and one hundred per cent
bloody awesome bloke.
Joy
©joybirdpoetry
#beauty #pod #writersnetwork #writersbay #mirakee #theidealist Photo is of my fatherSpirit guides
the ghost of my father
sat beside me
strumming his guitar
and singing off key
with the certainty
that Hank Williams
was sat right there with him
Joy
©joybirdpoetry -
joybirdpoetry
3w
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Letter to a stranger. I would love one of my fellow writers to write a letter back from the perspective of the stranger I wrote to. #stranger #wod #writersbay #writersnetwork #mirakee
Dear stranger
I walked past you again today
like I do most days
in the corridor at work
and as is customary
you averted your gaze
to my good morning.
You, highly educated
and highly esteemed
a boss man
and me, a very small cog
in a very big machine.
We have never formally met
yet I know who you are,
however I wonder what I am to you
as we rush past each other
each on our individual missions
as we go about our jobs
each equally important,
yet without people like me
there are no people like you
dressed for success
in your business attire
with impressive Jags and BMWs
in the reserved parking spaces
by the front door of the building.
Did you know I have a 10 minute walk
from the common staff car park?
You live nearby in an affluent suburb
whilst I live on the outskirts of the city
on the wrong side of the tracks
commuting in daily congestion
that sees my panic levels rise
as the traffic crawls
at an ever increasing rate
until the highway resembles
a shopping centre carpark
on Christmas Eve.
I arrive to work frazzled
before I even begin.
I'm not a corporate type
but I love what I do
and take my job very seriously.
I work my backside off!
I dress to be comfortable
but my sense of style is quirky.
Do my tattoos bother you?
If you were to ask me about them
I would tell you
that my mother's name was Joyce
so the Joy is for her
and the words inscribed
in the branches of the tree
are lines from a poem I wrote
when she passed away.
The tattoo of the mother
swinging her little girl around
reminds me of my childhood,
and the song lyrics
that form the shape of a heart
are my favourite lyrics
from my favourite song
by my favourite singer
and it was because of this passion
for this favourite singer of mine
that I happened to meet my man,
who happens to be the best man
a girl could ever hope to meet.
So the next time you round a corner
almost knocking me down
and I laugh and say good morning
how about shaking things up a little,
try making eye contact
throw me a smile and a nod
say good morning in return,
because you know what?
That little tiny thread
of human connection
will not only lighten your step
but also brighten your day.
It's a soul revival,
guaranteed!
Kindest regards
The little fish
from the big pond.
Joy
©joybirdpoetryThe tattoo of the mother
swinging her little girl around
reminds me of my childhood
Joy
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Break the cage,
Break your limits,
Be little bit hard on yourself,
Know your inner strengths,
Then,
You will know your are limitless...
©shashwatmishra_kanahiya -
March 25, 2021
Thursday
Confined
yourself within
walls Of what you should
and what you shouldn't,
you forget to embrace
how worthy you are
Of everything.
Every thing.
©sunshinespectrum -
March 26, 2021
Friday
A thousand words delivered at the door,
gave a price for their value lost
and the door then closed.
A few of same gifted as bouquet well arranged,
Received the price of a value lost before they came
the door open, well embraced.
How fair would it be to question their identity,
Which was abundant of itself,
Only when glimpses were shared
the glitter sparkles
more than just dust.
The glitter is glitter,
Not just dust.
©sunshinespectrum -
March 26, 2021
Friday
Jab khud sa rahi
tune band kar diye darwaze sare,
Jab khud ko dhala
toh tune bola khud si hi rahun,
Ye kaisa insaf hai re khuda,
Tu hi bata darwaze nhi,
toh dede khidki ka hi pata.
©sunshinespectrum -
March 27, Saturday
Muskura rahi thi
Muskurate muskurate padhne lagi
Woh jinse koi vasta na tha,
Kuch hi pal me ansuon ki ek choti si boond boli
Vasta toh hai, rasta na tha.
Socha arre nhi ayi hai yeh abhi, wakt nhi hua;
Toh zara aur paas akar boli muskurahat ke woh,
Me nayi nhi hun Jo mujhe ana pade, tera wakt hai,
Mera bhi tha.
©sunshinespectrum -
Today
Today is 27th March, 2021
Saturday.
©sunshinespectrum -
mirakee
5w
Read MoreRadio is a medium of mass communication catering to a vast population across the globe but writing script for radio is very different from writing for any other medium. This is particularly because the content is heard rather than read. Therefore, a radio script must be engaging and should be written without using complex sentences.
--Today, write a short radio script on love.--
Tag with #radioscript and share.
#wodMirakee FM
Fall in love
like leaves in autumn
and soldiers in war! -
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