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Winters Grasp

22 Dec

The long night settles like a velvet cloak
Quiet stars whisper to the sleeping earth
The frost paints silver on every rooftop
And the moon glows with tender rebirth


Our breath becomes prayer in the crystal air
Soft clouds drifting from our waiting lips
Old stories rise where the shadows gather
And time slows to the beat of winter’s heart


In the hush we feel a stirring of hope
A shy promise beneath the frozen field
The dark holds the seed of light within it
Bright treasure hidden but soon revealed


So we lift our gaze to the patient heavens
And welcome the dawn that follows the night
For even the coldest hour of winter
Holds the first warm note of returning light
JH

 
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Posted by on December 22, 2025 in poetry

 

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Advent has arrived

05 Dec

Advent has arrived like a soft-footed guest
slipping through the dusk with a lantern in hand
and the whole world seems to hold its breath
Candles wake with gentle fire
their small bright voices rising in the quiet
as if they wish to sing before the choir begins
The air tastes of spice and promise
of pine trees dreaming in the stillness
of stories that knock at the door of the heart
Each morning a little more light is poured
like warm gold upon the windows of our hope
and even the most tired soul lifts its head
Advent is here
a tender reminder that wonder still dares to return
that patience has a song
that love is already on the way
So let us gather our waiting
tie it with laughter
and place it beside the candle glow
For something beautiful is stirring
and if we listen carefully
we may hear the first quiet notes
of joy beginning again
JH

 
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Posted by on December 5, 2025 in poetry

 

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Now

19 Nov

I stand in this breath
as if it were a soft doorway
opening to the wild hush of everything.

The world leans in
holding its cup of warm light
and I drink it slowly.

Time forgets its hurry
and becomes a friendly stray
curling at my feet.

For a moment
there is no before
no after
only this
bright bead on the string of living.

JH

 
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Posted by on November 19, 2025 in poetry

 

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In Quiet Fields

08 Nov

In quiet fields where soft winds roam, we stand

And feel the breath of those who marched before.

Their names drift through the grass like distant sand

And settle in our hearts forevermore.

We promise them our memory will stay

As still as dawn that trembles into day.

The poppies rise in gentle crimson light,

Their petals catch the turning of the sun.

They glow as if they gathered up the night

Then traded it for hope when morning won.

So when their red blooms stir beneath the sky,

We look, we breathe, we remember why.

JH

 
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Posted by on November 8, 2025 in poetry

 

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I Want More Kindness in the World

09 Oct

I want more kindness in the world

not the kind that hides in silence,

but the kind that rolls out like sunlight,

warming pavements,

healing strangers.

I want kindness that speaks up

when cruelty takes the stage,

that plants itself firm as an oak

and says, “No. Here, love grows.”

I want kindness that lingers

not a passing smile

but a steady flame,

lighting doorways where the lost wander,

offering bread,

offering rest.

I want kindness in the clumsy,

in the ordinary,

in the hands that hold shopping bags,

in the voices that say hello

and mean it.

I want kindness

not because it is easy,

but because it is strong

a rebellion,

a revolution softer than steel

yet sharper than any sword.

I want more kindness in the world,

because kindness is not small.

It is the thing that saves us,

the thread that mends us,

the promise that

we are still

worth saving.

JH

 
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Posted by on October 9, 2025 in poetry

 

Autumn is here

24 Sep

The air grows cool with whispers low
As leaves drift down in a golden flow
The trees wear crowns of russet and flame
Each day arrives yet never the same

A hush of smoke curls from distant fires
The dusk draws near with tender desires
Crisp apples gleam in the orchard light
And owls awaken to sing through the night

The earth now rests in a slower song
The season knows where hearts belong
In fields of bronze and skies of grey
Autumn invites us to linger and stay

JH

 
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Posted by on September 24, 2025 in poetry

 

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I Am / I’m Not

12 Sep


I am a voice that listens,
a heart that leans forward,
a soft light in the corner of the room.


I’m not the door that slams,
not the echo of anger
that bruises the air.


I am a hand reaching out,
a thread tying strangers
to the same bright sky.


I’m not the scissors of cruelty,
not the knife of silence
that cuts connection in two.


I am curiosity,
the spark that asks why
and keeps asking.


I’m not the wall that blocks,
not the heavy lock
on imagination’s gate.


I am a messy, learning. human
a traveller carrying both shadows and suns.
I’m not perfect,


but I’m not done,
and I won’t be done
until love has the final word.
JH

 
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Posted by on September 12, 2025 in poetry

 

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Letting Go

14 Jul

There’s a moment in the hush between heartbeats,
When holding on becomes heavier than hope
and in that silence,
you learn the art of release.
You untie the knots you tied in stormy weather,
loosen your grip on ghosts in the mirror,
and find that your hands
though empty
are free.
The past does not apologise,
nor promise not to sting.
But you,
gentle and fierce,
choose peace over proof,
flight over fear.
You are not the branch that broke,
you are the wind that moved on.
Not the anchor rusting below,
but the tide that still sings to the moon.
So let go,
not in weakness
but in wild, sacred strength.
Let go like dusk lets go of the sun,
trusting it will rise again.
JH

 
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Posted by on July 14, 2025 in poetry

 

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Whispers of Fado

30 Jun

In an alley where lanterns lean low to the wall,
And shadows lace gently across evening’s shawl,
A voice like warm velvet begins to arise
A sigh wrapped in music, a tear in disguise.

Fado, they call it the song of the street,
Where sorrow and beauty in silence meet.
A woman in black with a lantern of flame,
Sings of lost sailors and love without name.

Her voice climbs the stones, where the old trams have been,
Where laundry sways softly and hearts have grown thin.
A guitar responds with a tender refrain,
Like waves kissing rooftops again and again.

It’s not joy, not quite sorrow it lives in between,
In the corners of cafes, where time is unseen.
It lingers in hearts like a kiss that won’t fade,
A memory worn, but never betrayed.

Fado remembers the ones who have gone,
The night with no moon, the silence at dawn.
But still it keeps singing, both broken and bold
A story of Lisbon forever retold.

So sit by the window, let your thoughts drift away,
To a city that sings even after the day.
And if you should weep, let it be soft and slow
For Fado is weeping, and wants you to know.

JH

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Posted by on June 30, 2025 in poetry

 

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“You Belong, Bright Soul”

02 Jun

They called you names like broken glass,

Threw words like stones, each meant to pass

Their shadows onto you, but dear,

You’re forged of light, not born of fear.

They saw your quiet, called it weak,

But silence roars when kind hearts speak.

They mocked the way you danced alone

But stars don’t ask for praise to shine.

You are the storm they couldn’t tame,

The ember they refused to name,

The poem scribbled in the night

By hands that dream in black and white.

Unwanted? No. You’re carved from grace

A universe inside your face.

Each scar, a tale of battles braved,

Each bruise, a flag for what you’ve saved.

The bullies bark because they break

They see your joy, and theirs is fake.

But you, sweet soul, you rise and rise

With every tear, you claim the skies.

So lift your head. You’re not alone.

This world is yours. This heart’s your home.

No cruel word can dim your worth

You are the fire that warms the earth.

JH

 
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Posted by on June 2, 2025 in poetry

 

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