Poetry by Jason Bayliss

Poetry by Jason Bayliss

Walk the Paths Well Trodden by the Brave

Poetry by Jason Bayliss

Walk the paths well trodden by the brave,
Live boldly my son, embrace your fears and let them drive you on,
Be master of your hurts not slave,
Value the story in your scars, pity those that have none.

Treasure every tear that rolls on your cheek,
Let them fall on barren ground knowing their waters bring life,
Their salt does not cleanse the lips of the meek
In the same way as those that shoulder their strife.

Let your heart be broken a dozen times,
Rather than close it in fear of all that would break it,
In love be fierce but never blind,
Love true and honest so that none can mistake it.

Face your end with a defiant smile,
Recount all the steps that have led you hence,
Insist that the reaper tarry a while,
Enjoy a few moments at his expense.

And in that final time, when he asks,
Fix him with a gaze both firm and steady,
Acknowledge that he has, “Other tasks,”
And calmly say, “I’m ready.”

Meet Jason

<strong>Jason Bayliss</strong>
Jason Bayliss

My name is Jason Bayliss. I’m 51 and live in a little village outside of Lincoln, UK. I wrote my first proper poem when I was about 12 years old. Poetry back then was a way of dealing with a particularly turbulent adolescence, a way of speaking when I couldn’t speak. I pretty much stopped when I was 16 and only really started again in January of this year. Since then I’ve written about 150 poems.

Writing for me is catharsis, experimentation and trying to share some life lessons with my kids. Also I’m dyslexic and it helps me to put my thoughts in order. I remain, at the moment unpublished. I do a tough and demanding job and in my downtime like to relax with my family and also enjoy a bit of archery. You can view all of my current work on Instagram @jason.bayliss.186

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Hold On. Let Go.

Hold On. Let Go.

Poetry by Liz Baronofsky 

It’s hard to explain the part of your journey
You have to face alone
I’ve been dangling on a thread
For a good portion of my life
Hooked by fear
Teetering between holding on
And letting go
Of most things
Of almost everything

I’ve been as close as a step away from giving up
5 steps away from moving forward
10 steps away from running
A mountain away from faith
And at times
Inches away from the edge

(Hold on tight the pendulum is shifting).

About the Poet

<strong>Liz Baronofsky</strong>
Liz Baronofsky

I grew up in a small town, right outside Philadelphia. I am a full-time Mom, Registered Nurse and also own a photography business (B Philly Photography). I spend as much time outdoors as possible and feel most connected and grounded amongst nature. 

Writing has carried me through the best and worst times of my life. I lost my father to cancer at age 7 and when you’re that young you don’t carry the capacity to truly comprehend such a large loss. As I got older, the only way I could give that part of me a voice was through writing. As an adult, right before my oldest daughter was born, I started having debilitating anxiety and panic attacks. Writing was one of the few outlets I had to help me process and navigate through those experiences.

Now, with the very recent loss of my sister, I have found that writing has truly been a saving grace for me. I am currently putting a manuscript together for a book. Hopefully, in the near future, it will be published.

You can follow me on instagram @wage_the_war  Instagram

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The Taste of Rainbow

The Taste of Rainbow

By Hadeel Rashed

You sit by the window sill,
quietly imagining what the rainbow tastes like.
Desperately in need for an answer.
Knowing it may differ from person to person.
I've tasted the rainbow and I'll tell you what it tastes like.

The red tastes sweet like strawberries but looks like blood.
The orange looks like an orange but tastes like a punch of pungent.
The yellow tastes sour like the sun.
Green has as astringent taste, looks like a lot of fun!
The blue is salty just like the calm sea
Purple tastes like flowers and smells just like me!
And the pink, has a flavour of soft marshmallows,
like pastel balloons floating in the sky.
Free.

About the Poet

<strong>Hadeel Rashed</strong>
Hadeel Rashed

My name is Hadeel Rashed and I am 16 years old and live in Canada.  I’m in grade 11 and my hobbies include writing poems, reading and cooking. 

I get inspired by the things that happen around me and mainly that’s what I write about. My greatest encouragement has been from my family and friends.

One of my poems will be published in an anthology by The Poetry Institute of Canada in February 2020 called The Winds of Change.  As an emerging writer, I am grateful for all the attention and time taken to read my work and hope that people enjoy reading my poems.

Instagram: @h16poems4U

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Cozy Stars

Cozy Stars

Poetry by Andrew Person

The couch needs air,
I know a magic trick.

Past the overpass,
at the edge of the winding barracuda’s neck.

A delta of delight, the ingredients for the perfect night,
stars to warm our eyes, the universe is comfier.  
<strong>Andrew Person</strong>
Andrew Person

Andrew Person lives in Portland, Oregon with his Jack Russell mix (Eleven) and spends most days diving into new books. And while writing has become a great pastime, he’ll always make time for healthy procrastination breaks. 

Instagram: hawnter_99

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Alluring by Richika Ghosh

Alluring by Richika Ghosh

Poetry by Richika Ghosh

And there will always be
Something more Alluring;
Carved more beautifully
Enchanting it seems
Enticing you to your knees

And magnificent on your lips
Etched forever, vivid details
In the back of your mind
With every passing second
With every stolen glance

Neither you nor I could
Have had her captive
For she was out of your grasp
Yet right in your vicinity
Bittersweet it felt;
Sore eyes, numb knees
Yet you stride towards a well known ending!!!
<strong>Richika Ghosh</strong>
Richika Ghosh

I’m from one of the metropolitan cities of India, Kolkata. I love to paint on fabrics, i.e. fabric painting. 

Currently, I’m studying at college.  Writing is both a hobby and a passion for me.  I hope to get my own book published someday.  Though I got my write-ups published in three different anthologies. 

My Instagram account is @lost_in_mirage.

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I Cherish

I Cherish

By Amrita Singh

I Cherish.
I Cherish the smell of the earth after the first rain, the greenery, the trees and the chirping of the birds.

I Cherish a long walk with wandering thoughts.
A sip of a cool lemonade in the summer heat,
The aroma of a freshly baked cake.

I Cherish the music blasting in my ears as I let my mind dive into the beats without a care of the world.

The scraping of the pen on paper, the musky scent of an old book, a flower in full bloom.

A smiling face, a beautifully and aimless conversation. A hearty meal and infectious laughter.

The heat of a lover’s touch, the butterflies in the stomach.
The dazed eyes, the sharp intake of breath.

The realisation that you are in love, the heartbreaks the sad songs.

The meaning in the medleys, the sadness in the lyrics. The loneliness and the happiness.

I Cherish them all.

I Cherish the soft fur and the soft purr, that someone who makes me a bowl of steaming soup when I am down with cold or to have a cup of piping hot coffee while I drift off to the land of the fairies.

An act of kindness, an admission of love. The asking for advice and that unexpected hug.

I Cherish it all. I Cherish them all!

Meet the Poet

<strong>Amrita Singh</strong>
Amrita Singh

My name is Amrita Singh, 23 bar din Mumbai, India.  

I used to plan Weddings for a living, but now I am looking forward to writing full time. I love it spin out poetries as they say so much in so little.  You can check out my work on Instagram: @lifettroves
 
Currently, I’m working on my blog and hopefully it will be routine and out soon! 

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Poetry by Patricia MacKay

Poetry by Patricia MacKay

In the Middle of the Middle

Poetry by Patricia MacKay

I’m stuck in the middle of the middle
Inside the most remote of locations
I’m a simple worn-weary life traveler
At a mid-point between two situations

I’m neither half way to where I’m going
Nor am I half way from where I’ve been
Inside a boxed-in middle of the middle
Waiting for movement to again begin
<strong>Patricia MacKay</strong>
Patricia MacKay

I live in Duncan, British Columbia, Canada.  My hobbies include hiking, ice-skating, cooking, and knitting.  I have always been a storyteller and began writing short stories and poems when I was six or seven-years old.   

My writing is serious insofar as I spend every available opportunity working on my craft. I am working on a novel (creative non-fiction) and have had selected poems published in anthologies.  Writing is a part of who I am and I can’t imagine not being a writer.  It sounds cliché but writing sustains me.

I post my poetry on Instagram @patriciahelenwriter

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A Somber Day in Autumn

A Somber Day in Autumn

A Somber Day in Autumn by Donnie Hamel

Bold hues of orange surrealism
sprout dynamically from trees
against the backs of foothills
glowing with natures altruism.

Trickles rise from my feet,
the rolling water laying
sporadic sounds of light rain
across the top of a lazy creek.

I came to this place of peace,
looking for something I could not see.
Leverage against life’s tribulation,
some sort of cathartic release.
<strong>Donnie Hamel</strong>
Donnie Hamel

I’ve lived in Denver, Colorado for my entire life. Aside from writing, I like a lot of nerdy things like superheroes and World of Warcraft.  Fitness is another passion of mine. 

Writing for me is just a hobby, and I have nothing grandiose planned with my poetry. It’s always just been a way for me to express how I feel when life inevitably gets tough. Plus, I’ve always thought the way we speak to each other every day is a kind of art form. 

Instagram: @noctum_

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Gemini by Elaine Waddell

Gemini by Elaine Waddell

Gemini by Elaine Waddell

Walls cradled her
and I found her here
crying
through broken eyes
A cane rolling 
white 
into the middle of a black linoleum floor

Alone she was
When she was
clawing her way back into almost black
But informed,
not even the shadows will spare her

I leaned against the door

And standing across from her
I cried too
Yet felt like the hunter
watching blood drain from a deer in Winter

I stayed until Spring.
I wonder if she knew.
<strong>Elaine Waddell </strong>
Elaine Waddell

Hi, my name is Elaine. I’m a lover and creator of both poetry and abstract art. I have been writing for almost 20 years and feel that Pen to Paper is an almost cleansing of my soul. 

I often write after the fact… reflecting and hoping that I will feel relief from the conflict deep within me. I sometimes do, I sometimes not.  And that’s ok.  I grow, nonetheless.

I hope my words touch you, or at least make you question.  And if you find yourself curious, I’m on Instagram, where there is more sharing of my soul (oh and of my cats too): @elaine.waddell.art

Oh, by the way! I’m nearing completion of my dusty manuscript.  A little book I’m going to self-publish and sell through Amazon.  A collection of my favorite poetry and paintings that I made over the past 15 years. 
Watch out for it… Overhearing the Heart. Thank you.  (My website will be released again once updated).

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Yellow

Yellow by Olivia Weeden

A poem by Olivia Weeden

You are yellow to me.
Sunny, happy, bright.
But sometimes,
A little too bright.
A little piercing.
A little blinding.
Yellow speaks of caution,
To slow down.
But sometimes,
We see a yellow light
And go even faster.
A little too fast.
In the right shades,
In the right amounts,
In the right places,
You are calming.
Reminding me of how real
And vibrant everything is.
Keeping me grounded
In yellow.
Yellow is beautiful.
In the right light,
You are golden,
You are soft.
In the right light,
You are harsh,
You are reflective
Of everything I don't want to see
In myself.
You are a highlighter.
Pointing out the information
I need most.
But sometimes 
I get a bit carried away
With my highlighter.
Sometimes I look down,
And an entire page is yellow.
You are overwhelming and
Underwhelming and not
A single bit 
Too yellow. Not
A single bit
Too much.
Because you are you.
You are yellow.
And you are wonderful,
And scary,
And bright,
And soft,
And perfect.
And I love you,
And I thank you,
For being yellow.
<strong>Olivia Weeden</strong>
Olivia Weeden

I’m from Saratoga Springs NY and am a student at Saratoga Springs High School. I love to read and write, and music is also something I’m very passionate about. I love to play cello and am in a quartet and a youth symphony in addition to being a part of my school’s chamber orchestra.

I have also worked part time at a flower farm for the past two years. Writing is something I’ve loved for as long as I can remember, and I am often inspired by the people and places I hold dear. Although it is only a hobby for me at the moment, I hope I can use writing in a much greater capacity in my future.

My Instagram is @olivia_weeden.

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