Goddess of Metal…

My Pay It Forward Thursday pick this week is from Eric Syrdal, who never fails to capture my imagination.

My Sword and Shield....

She was born in the bow wake
of a E minor chord
shattering through the stratosphere
the resonant tones
of her sacred timbre
have sculpted oceans of dreams
deep valleys of pain
between mountains of liquid starfire
the voice of her heart
has woven into existence
sonic personifications
of rage, hope and joy
they imprint themselves
upon the pages of my soul
a fathomless magic
that draws my spirit down
into the depths of its power
and there
I am released from the shackles
of this world
a humble supplicant
at her altar
I pray for her intercession
that with teeth and tongue
she interpose her divinity
between my mortal shell
and the hostilities of this place
wrapped in the armor of her voice
ever to trust in her
to deliver me
from that
which seeks
to harm

*Photo: Charlotte Wessels, Lead Vocalist for the band “Delain” and one of…

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The Heroics of Parenting

JAMES F. O’NEIL nominated this piece for Pay It Forward Thursday

Intentergy

The beauty of cinema is that it often has the power to put into words what we most need to hear at the toughest times in our lives.

This summer my husband and I took our kiddos to see Incredibles 2. As the film progressed it was clearly a flick for both kids and parents. There were many powerful messages for parents who doubt their “super” status in the realm of child rearing and a number of messages for kids about the importance of always doing what you know is right.

EdnaIn a scene where Bob (the dad) is at his wit’s end about being a good dad, Edna (the family’s designer) shares a powerful message. One that we need to remind ourselves of often. “Done properly parenting is a heroic act.”

The elements of “properly” and “heroic” give this statement some serious intentergy.

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Everyday Tempos

This Pay It Forward Thursday piece was nominated by V.J. Knutson

Wind Rush

grandfather clock

tick tock Thich Nhat Hanh
a rhythmic metronome,
meditation’s cadence

tick tock keyboard clicks
emerging words reflect
expressions of my thoughts

tick tock beating heart
listen to vibrations
pulsing through the cosmos

tick tock bedroom clock
white noise in my chamber
footsteps to a dreamland

Read more about Thich Nhat Hanh (pronounced Tik · N’yat · Hawn) at the Thich Nhat Hanh Foundation.

Thich Nhat Hanh

Photo of grandfather clock from a LuxeDECOR ad for their Ridgeway Cherry Grandfather Clock
Photo of Thich Nhat Hanh from bohemianvagabond.com

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Consequences of Fear- The Invisible and Visible

This Pay It Forward piece was selected by Megha

Amitav Chowdhury

The unseen fear without realising the ghastly consequences

All avenues lead the thronging consciousness towards that dilemma

Guilty of not joining the commotion?

Everything could be wrong if the coercion was unheeded and silence preferred

Desires that are passioned like the majestic bull

For carnage and mayhem that will follow across the unrepentant annihilation

Fear spawns the devilish acts that slay indiscriminately; macabre deeds

There is no victory in this war but without a hint of guilt a catastrophic episode

No one understands the diabolic nature of fear and how it smothers life

~Amitav

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One Package

Chuck chose this piece by Sarah Doughty as hi Pay It Forward Thursday pick

Heartstring Eulogies

“Don’t you see? Darling, all I want is you.”

Don’t you see? All I want is you. Nothing else matters. And nothing ever will. I suppose that’s what love really is — sacrifice. But it doesn’t seem that way. At least to the ones in love. When it comes to love, it’s not giving anything up. It’s never too fast. Too slow. Too much. Or too little. It’s getting everything you’ve ever wanted in one package. So, don’t you see? Because all I want is you.

© Sarah Doughty

All I want is you. Just you.

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The Possessive Sin

Eugenia chose this piece for Pay It Forward Thursday

KaylaAnn

It should be mine.

She

Slides softly

Skirting

Across the ground

A slight hiss

Fills the air

Leaves rustle

Twigs crack

Fangs bared

Poison drips

She strikes.

It is mine.

***Credit for the amazing image displayed alongside this poem goes to Marta Dahlig. I found her collection of the Seven Deadly Sins years and years ago. When I decided to embark on this project, I immediately recollected her collection and knew that I wanted to showcase her amazing art. If you love this picture, be sure to check out her other work on DeviantArt.

Envy

This series of poems was written in response to a prompt that I saw on Pinterest.

Envy, also known as jealously, is desiring what someone else already has. Beyond that, it desires to take that certain something away from the other person.

Happy Writing Everyone!

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