I am the hush before the sunrise,
the breath between the words,
a fleeting thought that lingers,
a whisper that still burns.
I am the weight of echoes past,
the spark of what may be,
not just the path I’ve walked before,
but waves still breaking free.
I am the laughter, I am the ache,
I am the stillness and the quake.
I am becoming, I am undone,
I am the night, I am the sun.
No name can hold me, no cage can bind,
I am the seeker, the journey, the find.
Art By Julan
A shadow creeps where light once lay,
A poison seeps into the day.
Once hands were clasped in human grace,
Now fear divides and scars replace.
The echoes of the past return,
Old lessons are taught, yet none we learn.
They build their walls, they mark their lines,
With hollow words and hollow spines.
And watch as justice bends and falls.
They paint their hatred in disguise,
Yet we see through their veiled replies.
The colour fades from hopeful dreams,
Replaced by cold and broken schemes.
A love once free is bound in chains,
As tyranny reclaims its reigns.
But still, we rise; we will not bow,
Not then, not ever—not now.
For love will burn through the darkest night,
And truth will stand, and truth will fight.
So let them shout, let them conspire,
We’ll fan the flames, ignite the fire.
For though they try to make us small,
Love and justice rise for all.
JH
Art By Julan
Love knows no borders, no walls and no chains,
It sings through the heart like the soft summer rains.
It glows in the laughter, it shines in the tears,
Unbroken by hatred, unshaken by fears.
A rainbow of voices, so strong and so bright,
Refusing to fade, standing up for their right.
To love without question, to live without shame,
To walk in the light without fear of the flame.
But still, there are whispers, still, there are laws,
Still, there are hands that would silence the cause.
Yet love is defiant, it rises, it grows,
A tide that no hatred can ever oppose.
So here we will stand, as we always have done,
For love and for justice, for battles not won.
Until every heart can beat free, without fear,
We’ll march on together—proud, bold, and clear
Art By Julan
Though faces vary, features shift and sway,
Our hues like petals on a flowered hill,
Each soul unique, a spark in life’s ballet,
Yet bound by threads no time nor space can still.
The rivers of our thoughts may course apart,
Through lands of joy, of sorrow, peace, and strife,
Yet all streams share the ocean of the heart,
A tide that sings the symphony of life.
From farthest shores to close and tender ground,
We walk as kin beneath the same vast skies.
Our laughter, tears, in every tongue resound;
One truth persists where all illusion lies.
For we, diverse as stars in heaven’s span,
Are one in this: the miracle of man.
JH
I have been watching the documentary and have found it so sad what they have gone through. I can see Harry lovingly protecting Meghan, as Charles should have done with Diana. I think he sees what others in the Royal family do not. I have always loved the Queen; she has been our Queen my whole life. Harry has watched his mum be subjected to what Meghan was. So good for Harry to protect and love. Isn’t that what we all want in life???
I do not hate anyone or wish anyone to be bullied. An absolute fact I have lived by my whole life.
I am appalled at the venom-spitting public spewing out hate giving their “expert” opinion! No one is actually listening to them, they prefer to just be NASTY!
Read this..It’s an eye-opener…
https://www.tyla.com/celebrity/meghan-markle-water-bottle-un-assembly-genevieve-roth-20220720
The media have seemed to have it in for Megan almost from the very beginning! the press pack, “good word for them as wolves hunt in a pack” relentlessly hounding and crossing the lines on when and how to get a picture! remember princess Diana telling the press to leave her boys alone? Seem familiar? A good word to use here is “stalking”
This tweet from Mat Haig says it all…
Meghan is kind, and funny, a wonderful mother and adores Harry, you can see the love and affection from each other. And why not?
I think people should stop regurgitating the spew that the press lies about, never having a source, Journalism is bad, it has gotten worse, fake news and lies can be backed up by a fake website a brainless so-called “expert” or a TV guy who argues with anyone who has a pulse! People speculate for their 15 minutes of fame and throw a hissy fit if questioned!
I have now watched all of the documentary, shocked about how the Institution did not protect its own! and was annoyed at the popularity of them both over William! It’s almost mafia-like. Harry is definitely his mother’s son!
Good morning Britain, hangs on the bandwagon of bullying, twisting words that have been said..It really is sick to see this continuing.
check out this link… https://www.complex.com/life/2020/10/meghan-markle-cyber-bullying-teenage-therapy-podcast#cookie-settings
“Eight months of that, I wasn’t even visible. I was on maternity leave with a baby but what was able to be manufactured and churned out ― it’s almost unsurvivable,” she said “… That’s so big you can’t even think of what that feels like. Because I don’t care if you’re 15 or if you’re 25, if people are saying things about you that aren’t true, what that does to your mental and emotional health is so damaging.”
I say, if it’s not bothering your cup of tea, then leave well alone. leave THEM alone.
THINK before you speak and be careful what you write about. Research facts first.
This is a message to all the journalists out there… BEHAVE, please! and get back to the principles we all should hold as writers… Keep your boundaries.
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IMPOSSIBILITIES IN THE WORLD
1) You can’t count your hair. 2) You can’t wash your eyes with soap. 3) You can’t breathe when your tongue is out. Put your tongue back in your mouth, you silly person. Ten (10) Things I know about you…. Have a great Day. Laugh, and then laugh some more and sing “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” – even when it’s not. “Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.” |
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IMPOSSIBILITIES IN THE WORLD
1) You can’t count your hair. 2) You can’t wash your eyes with soap. 3) You can’t breathe when your tongue is out. Put your tongue back in your mouth, you silly person. Ten (10) Things I know about you…. Have a great Day. Laugh, and then laugh some more and sing “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning” – even when it’s not. “Do not regret growing older. It is a privilege denied to many.”  |
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