Daring to Dream

Have you ever considered how many ways violence occurs in our society? Occasionally, the media discusses a new incidence that occurs, a brief glance and once again it is out of sight, out of mind unless it is happening directly to you. Victims of abuse live in the moment 24/7, for them it doesn’t flash across a screen and then disappear. I know this all too well.

Thankfully, the media has raised awareness of the physical and emotional scars that linger long after the abuse ends. But did you realize that for years after it can affect victims financially, too!

Their confidence levels are impacted as a result of the abuse and hence their career choices are affected. Low self-esteem ‘s hard to overcome.

My personal experiences shared in my writing reflect many of the issues women face daily trying to reclaim their lives.  It is not easy to begin again.  The key is knowing you are not alone and you are stronger than you think. I found my voice in poetry, you can find yours too! Just dare to dream…

http://www.lyncrainpoet.com

http://www.liveyourdream.org/our-dream/ending-violence-against-women/index.html

 

 

Featured Author Dan Tanguay

Bullying is one of those topics  discussed all the time but unfortunately, still exists in our society. Change is happening but for those who are victims of bullies, it isn’t happening fast enough. Like Dan, I know all too well how destructive,  how hurtful words and actions can be to one’s self-esteem.

Dan wrote in A Day Like No Other chronicling his personal experiences in a very difficult situation with amazing courage. Reading his book, I found myself saddened that this kind of behavior exists. It is deplorable that anyone would treat a fellow human being like that.

This book is an inspiring read. I hope you find it as engaging to read as I did.

About the Author

Dan is a person who believes that life should be lived and not struggled through because of the actions of others. Sadly, he has faced many bullying encounters in his life.  He is a teacher in the Lewiston, Auburn area in Maine. (The state I call home)
I hope you join us in raising awareness that bullying is not acceptable.

Reliving Barefoot Memories

Reliving Barefoot Memories

©Lyn Crain

Barefoot on the sand 

is it a warm place
that I dabble my toes
in the inviting water?

Say it is so, it has
been so dreary here.
I really need to escape
to a place the sun shines.

Sparkling and glimmering
crystals catch my attention
like a child discovering a
diamond or a new toy.

If only I could be barefoot
walking along the beach
every day in my real life,
I really need change.

You take my hand and away
we go to our special place
where we share our dreams
barefoot on the sand.

Featured Author Marcus Julian Carbos

There are people you cross paths with in life that when you hear them speak you find yourself leaning forward because their voice is mesmeric and entertaining. At our local writing group in Langhorne, there is one writer who not only has impressive writing skills he has a public speaking voice that captivates your attention. His name is Marcus Julian Carbos, and he is the author of the upcoming book The Path to Arcadia, a military sci-fi. The tale takes place shortly with an insight of our political world and its shortcomings.  Even if the military is not your cup of tea, the story from his point of view is very engaging.

Marcus also does his take on society with his youtube videos called Society is an Illusion. He also is out there on Twitter, if you’re into the tweet world.

If you are into getting fit, he teaches Tai Chi in the local Philadelphia area for beginners to the more advanced levels.

In Marcus’s own words, “A modern day Renaissance Man, well rounded and firmly grounded, I recognize that all disciplines came from the singularity, and all are interconnected. Whether the art of rhetoric, the discipline of history or the science of astrophysics, each can be used to interweave a picture that can attract many from the outskirts while forging new paths in industry. As a problem solver, I like to get to the core of issues and believe in the evolutionary theory that all systems are emergent and should never become stagnant. But as a writer, I recognize and utilize the power of the literary and oratory. No matter the industry, no matter the group, without communication, both internally and externally, they are destined to fall. In that way, communication is a science but when utilized as an art, not only will an organization survive, it will thrive.”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B0wGRPNtvsE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tuv90k5oQq0&feature=youtu.be

Fighting the Darkness© Lyn Crain

Fighting the Darkness© Lyn Crain

My salty tears cascaded silently by,
eventually ceasing leaving but a choked sigh.
It’s a bitter taste, this essence of sorrow.
Wondering if there will be a new tomorrow?

My utter sadness filled me with despair,
with an overwhelmed mind gone beyond repair.
My pretend existence is not real living.
Why are those in my life so damn unforgiving?

What the hell did I do to have such bad luck?
I’m beginning to think I don’t give a fuck.
I should give up, life has lost its splendor.
It’s totally fucking pointless, I surrender.

However, thankfully there was one glimmer of hope.
My stubborn muse gave me a way to cope.
Write, write even more so with my beloved pen
and paper I did just that with a fury, Amen!

My haunted memories became bold on the page

Releasing years of pent up rage.

Frustrated Moment©Lyn Crain

Her doe in the headlight stare

the man’s defiant stance, just

waiting, wanting…her to dare

but only the glaring notes bounced.

A diffident stranger watches

hoping she will look his way

noting the burly man, more notches

of arrogance in his demeanor.

She hesitantly glances back

before moving toward the door.

The deafening soundtrack

blasts silently, denying the moment.

The strangers stare offers assistance

she shudders and quickly shakes her head

hoping to deny any further insistence.

Praying he doesn’t see the stranger.

Her subdued plea shouts don’t intervene,

reluctantly the stranger walks away

frustrated with the whole damn scene.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poetry Refreshes the Soul

Arnold Adoff explained his definition of poetry: “…a fine poem combines the elements of measuring music, with a form like a living frame that holds it together. I really want a poem to sprout roses and spit bullets; this is the ideal combination. My poems should be read three or four times – once for the meaning, once for the music, and once for how the music and meaning go together.”

From this Bus Window by Arnold Adoff

From this bus
pulling away from the curb
I can stretch
my neck. I can just stare into
the eyes

of a bicycle
messenger:
he is the
meat

of
the
sandwich
between
this bus and the moving van
on his other side.

Then he blows the whistle glued between his lips,
and sprint-pedals out of the sandwhich
and slides ahead of us both: bus and van,
and around
his corner.
We ride on.

“Poems should be like fireworks…ready to explode with unpredictable effects.”~ Lillian Moore

“In poetry, syntaxes have little meaning, the order of the words is the order of your heart.” ~ Peter A. Rosado

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arnold_Adoff

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Poems should be like fireworks…ready to explode with unpredictable effects.”

Featured Poet for Today

” Bill Waters lives in Pennington, New Jersey, U.S.A., with his wonderful wife and their three amazing cats.  :- ) ” He leads a writing group that meets once a month in the Princeton area. He loves writing Haiku’s and Senryu’s  This is the one I saw today and it reminded me of my grandmother’s front porch so I decided to feature it today.

paint so cracked and blistered

a fresh coat of sunlight

can’t make it new

 

https://billwatershaiku.wordpress.com/2016/07/25/paint-so-cracked/

I recommend you check out his work, the poems vary daily in topics all in his favorite forms if expression.

 

 

After The Storm

After The Storm © Lyn Crain

The torrents of raindrops flee
randomly down the street
into the gutters that
take them to peaceful streams.

If only I had a place
like that of my own, too!
I’m tired of being just Mom
and fulfilling their oblivious dreams.

I want to flirt with fire in a bright red dress.
I want to kick all those dust balls aside.
I need to dance outside these confined lines,
not live in these lies of tight seams!

I envy the storm.
It does what it wants
and flows to places, I long to see
without all the angry and tireless screams!

102 w/c
16 lines

The Random Titles Spoke©LynCrain

The Random Titles Spoke

©LynCrain

My Brilliant Friend
wound
A Spool of Blue Thread
In The Little Paris Bookstore
For a man Called Ore.
He gave it to
The One With You
The Luckiest Girl Alive.
They had
The Milk and Honey
while we watched
The Murder House
In a Dark, Dark Wood Room
I remember when he
went to the other
One with You
and
The Boys in the Boat
acted like
The New Jim Crow
when
Alexander Hamilton
entered.
The Power of Habit
from their
Barbarian Days
rattled a
Dead Wake
to
Quiet,
oh the SILENCE
spoke more
than any title
could to me.

Using book titles as inspiration from New York Times Book Review. The titles are in Italics to distinguish them.