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Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul

I have a poetry podcast on Podbean called “Poetry: The Memoir of the Soul“. Let me know what you think!

The post is called ‘We Are Entwined Spirits’. When we feel isolated and lost, Poetry is our medicine.

www.podbean.com/ei/pb-vge9p-cffba6

https://meelosmom.podbean.com/
This podcast has a new poem in it.

Memoirs

Poems are memoirs

Of our human journey

Our life stories

And spiritual quests

In images woven by craft

The history of life in one poem

Comprised of many poems

Each of which is a cell in our ‘bio’

Our biography, graphs

Pictures of words

Poems are lines

Connecting the dots

Bridges to specks of self

From other selves

Poets are space holders

In a matrix

The Tree of Life

The Tree of All

 

Poem by Barbara Leonhard

Image by Martha Harris, marthaflares.blog

 

Writing

Status: Unfriended – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

We took for granted those easy days, believing in bonds, implicit contracts, soul groups, & kinships. Hugs were warm & kisses real. We could smell the hot coffee brewing for the brunches. Life…the miles… left us in the wilderness without food or drink or matches, only emojis, tags, and Messenger. We foraged & […]

via Status: Unfriended – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

My gratitude to Free Verse Revolution for publishing this!

Writing

Hope was Not a Loss – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

My body was a cage With only eyes for doors. My arms, contorted, Like branches twisted in shadows. Voices, hollow sounds, Called from the dinner table, but My legs, dead trunks, Held me to a bed With a view to other children. How they danced, Like pansies and violets, Their blooms outstretched, Gathering rays […]

via Hope was Not a Loss – Barbara Leonhard — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Poem · Poetry · Quadrille · Recognition/ Honor · Writing

Sunday Best: Cocoon — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

I feel honored my poem “Cocoons” was one of the top three submissions this week. Most grateful! Check out the other great entries and follow Free Verse Revolution for other opportunities to feature your work.

Dear reader, Thank you for all of your support this week; the stats have been booming and so much love has been shown to this week’s contributors. If you missed anything, catch up below: Tuesday – Jimmi Campkin Wednesday – Yacoob Manjoo Thursday – L. E. Friday – Basilike Pappa Saturday – Bojana Stojcic This […]

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Poem · Poetry · Recognition/ Honor · Writing

Sunday Best: Light & Scars

It’s so nice to get recognition for your work! Thank you so much, Free Verse Revolution.

Dear Readers, please scroll down to the part on Scars.

FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Dear reader,

First of all, my apologies for missing last week’s Sunday Best post. This week’s will provide you a catch up of both last week and this week on FVR, as a result of my forgetfulness. Without further ado:

Tuesday – HLR & Mark Tulin

Wednesday – Rachel Finch & Daniela Marin 

Thursday – RL Pencil to Paper Series & The Mush from the Hill

Friday – Megha Sood & Taylor Grace

Saturday – B.M.H & V.J.Knutson


There have been two writing prompts – ‘Never lose your light’ (in honour of FVR’s founder, Nicholas Gagnier) and ‘Scars’.

‘Never lose your light’ received three wonderful responses, linked below:

for Virgie – mb

Sacred light – judeitakali

Light in the cave – Phillip Knight Scott

‘Scars’ has received an overwhelming amount of response on WordPress and Instagram, so here are the top three:

Scars – Ranting Wordsmith

The Art of Warfare:…

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Bagua · Poem · Poetry · Tai Chi · Writing

The Art of Warfare: Enter the Dragon

He sees me at a distance

from the Salvation Army.

The soft glow of my white hair,

my short stature & square hips,

a slight limp,

a slow stride,

I am an easy mark to a

desperate bully.

 

Mam! Mam!

Come here!

Come here!

It’s like he’s found his prize.

 

He doesn’t see these deep lines

tracing the fingerprints of my soul

on my small face.

Each mark, a scar,

a battle won.

I am no kitten!

 

Come HERE! He commands.

I hear shouts of dominance,

impatience & irritation.

Does he think I’ll cross to HIS side!?

I veer into the parking lot of a bank.

It’s CLOSED!

 

Mam!

He is crossing the

street in pursuit of me!

Come HERE!

He demands like he is

calling the pigs.

 

I take to the ATM area to get to

Broadway.

He’s advancing!

Leave me alone! I yell.

Go AWAY!

 

He’s on my back.

MAM! MAM!

Give me MONEY!

 

Leave me alone!

Go AWAY NOW!

I do not cower to extortion.

My duty is to self!

 

Give me MONEY! MONEY!

He flashes the cigarette butt

burning into his fingers.

He shows his teeth,

planted cock-eyed behind

tense lips.

 

I show him my piercing eyes. The flames,

my shield, my sword.

I am no stranger to bullies.

NO MONEY!

GO AWAY!

 

I advance to his face.

My scars deepen as I scowl.

My spirit finds its gateway.

My light is charged.

 

He persists, speaking loudly in

Another language, but not imploring.

He isn’t my tribe. He doesn’t know

the rules here.

 

I’ve read the Art of War.

Do not press a desperate

soul too hard,” says Sun Tzu.

 

However, I assess the enemy’s

slight build.

Should he touch me,

I’ll advance & strike him

under the jaw with the root of

my palm & throw him into the

ATM.  His screams will be filmed.

 

MONEY! NOW!

He practically hits me with his

near-empty bottle of Dr. Pepper.

I see no tears or pleas

for pity. Only dominance

over an old lady.

 

Show your banners &

beat your drums,” says Sun.

 

I glare at the offender

with the eyes of a dragon.

Don’t let my shape or size

deceive you,

I am a round stone

gaining momentum

down a steep slope.

I will sweep you away

into a chasm.

 

Still he demands money. His tone,

You, Woman, give me money!

 

NO! I yell.

Leave me ALONE!

Go AWAY!

 

Sun Tzu says, “On contentious ground,

attack not. Lure the enemy by

pretending to flee.

 

One moment. I suddenly nod my head.

I open my purse & the perpetrator doesn’t

grab it.

He thinks I’m getting money, but

I take out the phone.

Police! I yell, I’m calling the POLICE!

911!  POLICE!

 

I gather myself, my troops, & my honor.

I withdraw slowly, back onto Broadway,

my eyes always on my foe.

I wave my phone at him as

a new saber.

 

The baying jackal curses me &

retreats into the shadows.
Battle bleeds another scar.

Victory, purifying fire.

Harmony, restored.

 

Such is the art of warfare,”

says the smiling Sage.

 

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©Barbara Harris Leonhard, extraordinarysunshineweaver.blog

Image: Google search, Sun Tzu, The Art of War