27 Tuesday Jun 2017
I’m not just a name, or an obscure figure; I am like the darkness of the sky, With skelfs of fires, Making them bright, at least they try. I’m the words that string up, The stories in my favourite books; Quotes that stir up, My soul, to every nook. I’m the lyrics of […]
26 Monday Jun 2017
Glowing rain. Striking window’s pane to reach open souls. Stirring puddles, filled holes. Showering my being in steady down pours. Water’s dive forming shapes to encompass. Let it overflow. Reaching feet that need to quench thirst. Drops sink or float on skin. Touch me and be mine. Sweet sounds of calming waters. Poetry.
13 Tuesday Dec 2016
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Written by Jacob Ibrag She reminisced on how her sister used to listen with intent, and how she always reacted to her stories with compassion. ‘Why couldn’t have I reciprocated? Why couldn’t I have listened to her voice when she needed it?’ Photographer Unknown
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Walk slowly, by Danna Faulds It only takes a reminder to breathe, a moment to be still and just like that, something in me settles, softens, makes space for imperfection. The harsh voice of judgment drops to a whisper and I remember again that life isn’t a relay race; that we will all […]
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There aren’t pinpoint developed or under-developed nations. The difference in development levels of nations are classed according to proximity to the best examples of the two extremes of the stages of development. Thus the term developing is firstly relative to both extremes. The seemingly endless process of developing is still quiet evident at both extremes. This fact is open dispute and debate.
Stagnation in under-developed nations isn’t permanent either, but the term aptly describes the state it appears to be in presently, just as being termed developed doesn’t describe the former. Development isn’t an infrastructural state, principally. Development is mainly attitudinal; a state of a culture and not the process it had under gone to get where it is. Development isn’t a stage a nation is but the state of the circumstances that surround the entirety of the national entity currently, not where it is at. Development isn’t a stage but a process, it isn’t ever finished but dynamic.
Here is a poem by Portia Nelson that might help us see that if we ever want this misconception of what development really is to end, we must do things differently not merely shutting little people up when they crave for true development.
There’s A Hole In My Sidewalk
Chapter 1
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in. I am lost….I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter 2
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the side walk.
I pretend I don’t see it. I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in the same place.
But it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter 3
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I fall in….it’s a habit…but my eyes are open.
I know where I am. It is my fault.
I get out immediately.
Chapter 4
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
Chapter 5
I walk down a different street.
07 Monday Nov 2016
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BE YOURSELF by Georgie Sicking, 1921-2016 When I was young and foolish, The women said to me, “Take off those spurs and comb your hair If a lady you will be. “Forget about those cowboy ways come and sit a while, We will try to clue you in On women’s ways and wiles. “Take off […]
via BE YOURSELF by Georgie Sicking, 1921-2016 — CowboyPoetry.com
03 Thursday Nov 2016
A fruit was hanging from a tree I tried to reach it But it was too high up for me The more unreachable it was The more I wanted it It was probably the same fruit Eve ate The one that made her naked and vulnerable What a strange fruit it is That I would […]
