Poetry – Page 2 – Deb Hawken

As I Talk

A prose poem that came to me this morning as pure inspiration, it was interesting writing it to find out what it was about. It’s a walk through the learning of life and a journey to self-respect and compassion.

Source: What is Right?

The fifth poem in the Source questioning why we think what we believe is right.

Source: Time

The fourth poem from the Source series, examining the mistake we make with time.

A Song for All Democracies

Tonight I was watching probably the most uninspiring Last Night of the Proms I’ve seen. There were some wonderful songs and acts, the best of which was Bohemian Rhapsody. But the energy just wasn’t there. Something was just off compared to Proms of the past. It got me thinking though. Land of Hope and GloryContinueContinue reading “A Song for All Democracies”

The Time Before Bed

What are you doing this evening? The time before bedis spent on the couchsurfing hundreds of channelsthat all offer nowtWhen I were a young galI never once thoughtthat my life would be spenton the couch doing noughtI was going to travelI was going to liveI had a thousand ideasand so much to giveI had plentyContinueContinue reading “The Time Before Bed”

Space

Some simple ideas on how to relax, with a very quick mind-clearing visualisation, and a poem that might help to heal the past.

Thinking About Thinking

I think therefore I amWhich means that I’m not thinking rightbecause my ‘am’ isn’t rightI need to think more about what is rightbefore I think about my ‘am’But how do I work things out ifwhen if I think a duff thoughtit could immediately become my ‘am’Folks don’t tell you howtricky this thinking isOr whether theContinueContinue reading “Thinking About Thinking”

Out of the Dark

When you’re struggling you feel the sensuous voice of the darkness trying to dim your light, often using the voices of those around you. This was my response. Be your own light Deb xx

I See You Now

Age brings with it understanding. You see why your party’s may not have aged happily, lost their spark, become frustrated and disillusioned. You can learn from that and I’m grateful for the lessons my parents showed me.

Sugar-coated

My life is sugar-coated by moneyGlossed like an expensive donutWith the good old sturdy cake beneathPeople look at it and see the sparkleBut rarely the emotional costYou don’t dare to complainBecause you have MONEY It is one thing to be gratefulFor what you do haveAnd I am so gratefulIt is another to thinkThat the icingContinueContinue reading “Sugar-coated”