Prompt 26 – What Can Change The Nature Of a Man?

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We are all born equals. Equal in that at birth the endless possibilities are there before us. Forget social or political considerations, man is essential born, given breath and at that moment most would like to think we are equal.

What happens beyond that moment are the circumstances in which we continue to draw breath.

Some people accept their lot in life, others take every opportunity to remove themselves from their perceived misery and create a new life.

What does become clear as we grow is the fundamental flaw in mankind. Greed.

No matter how we go about our lives we are all subject to the pitfalls of greed.

It comes in so many ways, often when we are at our most unsuspecting selves.

I have had experiences in life that have changed me. They have not changed my sense of self, but rather have impacted greatly on the way I interact with others.

For me it has been a rude awakening to discover the person I think I am, did not measure up to others and so those respective persons decided that their goal in life was to change me to become a ‘better’ person.

They failed to understand we are who we are. Trying to change the nature of a person is a fruitless task, easier I would think to change tin into gold.

You can modify behaviours, make people aware of their actions but they are who they are.

In many cases it is the fault within a person that can make them so loveable.

We love the people we love because they are who they are, warts and all so to speak.

If you try to change them they cease to be who they are and you have most likely destroyed whatever relationship you had.

The loves in my life are people to whom I am attracted because they have a mind I love crawling inside of and who look at me and want to do something similar, though one hopes something slightly more physical!

My answer to the question raised by the prompt is that, the things that change the nature of a man are basically ignorance and an inability to see the virtues that live in the ones we love.

The result of all that is a person who is withdrawn, isolated, lacking in self esteem and doing all he can to avoid social situations for fear of suffering at the hands of those who want nothing but ‘for him to be the best person he can be’.

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Poem 28

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a birthday unlike all others

no pressure

no fear

a celebration,

of age

of accomplishment,

with friends,

family.

children

who show their love constantly

never failing to astound me

their generosity

their love

overflows my heart

I realise

I am responsible,

how good is that?

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Trifecta – What Scares You.

What Scares You

Unplaceable creaks in the night

Unfathomable sounds

You hear as you lay down to sleep.

What causes it?

Where is it?

Will it get me?

Of course not silly.

Why?

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Milestones

‘When I get older losing my hair

Many years from now,

Will you still be sending me

A valentine,

Birthday greeting      

Bottle of wine.’  When I’m 64 – The Beatles

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18/10/2013

A milestone when reached is an important part of ones life.

Age and employment status being two.

And two that are pertinent to me today.

I roll over into a new decade of my life today.

I end my career as a teacher and begin a new one as a casual or substitute teacher, depending where in the world you live.

Since my father died a year ago, I have purchased our family home, a house once owned by my great grandparents.

My house is old and has been in my family for close to 100 years.

In my lifetime I have been a parent, a teacher, a writer, a performer.

I enjoy the writing process

I enjoy the thrill of creation.

I have written three musicals and a play, along with numerous performance pieces, taught a myriad of very talented students whom I will miss a lot.

I am father to six amazing children.

I never cease to be in awe of their respective achievements.

Each is an individual; four etched out lives as parents and two are astounding as human beings, successful in their chosen professions and still find time to love me.

They are tied to each other through birth and through an extraordinary love and commitment to one another.

They have in turn produced six grandchildren.

Today is a day to express gratitude,

I have had some experience of that of late.

Changes are about to happen for me

I will have choices like never before.

When you are a parent and your kids are little

Your choices are limited.

I had kids; I didn’t do much else other than that.

So the opportunity to travel is tempting.

Jump out of my comfort zone,

Be adventurous

Brave

Step into the unknown.

These are the goals I am setting myself.

To all the wonderful friends I have made in WP

Thank you for your support,

Encouragement and tolerance.

Sometimes I don’t take things as seriously as I might

Sometimes I am quietly scathing in my attitude

Sometimes I strive with all my might

To produce work I feel is

Comparable with others.

Many of you are such wonderful writers.

I am very grateful for the acceptance you show towards me

I have always been made to feel welcome in the WP community and I thank you, all of you for that.

To those I have befriended and with whom I email

And on occasion telephone chat

Your friendship is gold to me.

To you to whom I have personally expressed my gratitude

You are

Accepting of me and ever so tolerant

Never do you give me anything other than encouragement and support

Judicious in thought and action

Always every word wrapped with love and compassion.

So far my time in WP has been wonderful and I hope to continue in this way, participating in some of the challenges, exploring my own writing and of late even trying to express myself in a visual form, which I am sure and hope to hell, improves.

Writing is a wonderful occupation, or in my case hobby. I’d like to continue to engage in the intellectual activity that WP affords me.

And yes today is my birthday…no I am not 64……..you are welcome to shower me with cards and letters!!!!!

Michael

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Poem 27

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from across the seas,

you sent me precious gifts.

once again

wrapped with hands

of love and compassion.

a small black stone

from the Baltic Sea

ancient runes inscribed

giving me strength and fortitude.

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Change – Cubby’s Challenging Triolet

Change

Change can be a tricky customer

It creeps up, takes you by surprise,

Though you know it’s inevitable.

Change can be a tricky customer

To any unsuspecting new comer

Who ventures and fails to surmise

Change can be a tricky customer

It creeps up, takes you by surprise.

 

I nearly got the syllables right…its late now I shall post and hope not to attract scathing criticism.

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Friday Fictioneers – The Flood

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In the aftermath of the flood the devastation was apparent for all to see.

Cast about like playthings the trolleys usually so stoic and orderly had been thrown haphazardly and left to sink or swim in the torrent the flood generated.

All that remained of the three hundred new trolleys the K Mart had recently procured were three forlorn lost and wet shopping carts standing their ground in what was left of the car park.

As objects of pity, they summed up the feelings of so many. Nothing had been spared and now they, like everything else, were dislocated.

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Poem 26

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Most days my mind is blue

But today it is vexed

Troubled by immanent change

Directions

Altered paths

Enforced

For my good

Allegedly.

So my mind

Is motley

Of colour

No clear shape

For anxiety does that

When confronted

With the unknown.

Red I don’t like

It stresses me

Too many things happening

A new decade reached

The future vague

Uncertain

Keeping body and soul

Together a priority

Pills, pills and more pills.

But above all else

Towering way above

Is LOVE

I feel loved everyday

Unworthy as I am

I must embrace it

Rejoice within its folds

As my balance

Lies there,

Settling the riot

Inside my mind

Returning me to blue.

 

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Poem 25

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‘All my life’s a circle,

Sunrise and sundown

The moon rolls through the nighttime

Till the daybreak comes around”          Harry Chapin, Circles. 1972

 

A circle is about to complete.

Time to move on,

Find new pastures

Bask in the sun

Frolic in the rain

Find new lands new love.

 

Pencils down, time is up,

Red pen, blue pen

Mark mark mark!

Hours concentrating

Pithy comments

Oh so necessary

 

Country to city,

Home to house

Children turn up

Move in

Feed and clothe

Schooled in a fashion.

 

Play each day,

Discover self

Give it a go

See what happens

You never know

Might work.

 

Kids who won

Kids who lost

Care for each

Some days a trial

Others a delight.

Always we smile.

 

Finally feel

I have the hang of this

And its out to pasture

Out on top,

How good is that!

 

Life moves on

Another chapter begins

A new page, new song.

Be brave ring, book, commit,

Know folk love you.

 

My circle, like my life

Enlarges exploring new horizons

Excitement mounts

Doors now open

The past?

 

Words take on new meaning

Open ways to engage

Opportunity, advantage

New friends emerge

Fresh beginnings.

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Poem 24

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In a moment of crisis

I seek you

confide

trust.

response?

concern

hope

a smile

ha

my mood breaks

all good

you’re good

we’re good.

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