Posted in Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering Small Life Improvements that can Enhance Ones Daily Flow

Daily writing prompt
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
Most of us often have elements we feel we could evolve,
To improve the overall everyday flow of our lives,
For when something is out of sync we have a tendency to flail,
Thus need to gain time to relieve moments later in a day that ultimately thrives...

Now in theory ‘improvements’ like waking earlier may be an easy enough ideal,
Though they’re not always as simple as it may seem,
For challenges shall always find their way to test if our goals are solid/real,
Before manifesting results revealing the perception of the universe being on our team.

Yet every time one successfully implements even the smallest of improvements into our day,
A ripple occurs throughout ones existence of energetic possibilities to parlay,
In turn shifting our entire perspective of the life path that was within reach to foray,
Which though ’twas the way we were headed it wasn’t the course we’re supposed to stay.

Thus why as humans we often have a tendency for striving,
To improve our lives even when they’re an illusion of perfection,
As when stagnation and boredom of the mundane creep in conniving,
We start seeking elements we think need improvements self inspection.

So whilst those that enjoy a more lackadaisical lifestyle,
Are less likely to want to take a plunge into something perceived rash,
With the right methods/support/guidance most can implement anything they truely desire,
And though realigning oneself to match a manifestation is rarely a seraphic picnic at the poetic life 2.0 we can make the impact a little less brash.

Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment When Deep in the Bliss of Ones Favourite Tasks

Daily writing prompt
What activities do you lose yourself in?
When we uncover that one thing we truly align with passionately,
Irrespective it be writing that perfectly poetic piece/wildlife photography or something else entirely,
One can lucubrate endlessly never noticing the time glimmering by for it seems to freeze,
Whilst enchantment takes its hold upon ones mind allowing one to near not ever be quanked,
‘Till comes the point what one’s creating ’tis ready enough for it’s launch preparation to be embanked…

For when one delves deep enough into a task that within aligns to one completely,
They can become as one ~ flowing through the processes involved with increasing ease,
Like when a writers fingers float over the keys of their beloved laptop effortlessly,
Or ink flowing onto a blank page filling it with immense amounts of words like ocean waves upon sand,
Seraphically ones task manifests swiftly through each quintessential element touched by ones hand.

Thus one is enabled through their chosen task to gain a level of meditative qualities like mental bliss,
In the moment they’re flowing through their favourite task in the quiet whilst nothings amiss,
Irrespective if ones method brings feelings of imposter syndrome and elements of ludiosis,
Ones seraphic state of mind when ones deep within crafting ones moment through their task ’tis what needs convey,
Holding the chaos of the world around you in eremition whilst one lucubrates in its near hypnotic sway…

‘Till eventually one finds a natural completion point for their moment ~ though far from reaching the end,
Returning to the world with everyone else emanating their new found bliss for others through auras one subconsciously sends,
Unknowingly bringing an element of balance to our world as it endeavours to adjust and mend,
From the chaos and disconnect created by those before ignorant of what their actions would bring,
Soothing through every blissful moment one creates especially when in sync thus flowing with a seraphic quiescence styling.

Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering the Balance of Daily Blogging

When one first creates a blog ~ especially if  ’tis their first,
They may think they have all they require to succeed,
Perhaps even have an abundance of content prepared that they need,
Which whilst perfectly necessary for the initial stages novelty burst,
Will still leave one at some point with an empty page flailing with one’s worst…

For what most starting a new something tend to forget in the moment,
’Tis that all marathons require rest to be a balanced never forgotten component,
Yet even those that are in the habit of writing already each and every day,
Know there can and near always will be times the divine shall throw elements in our way,
Stopping us from undertaking our desired plans so what we’re manifesting can seraphically parlay…

For even the most perfectly organised of us with content created by the mount,
Can have challenges thrown their way long enough for it to dwindle ‘till out,
Despite ones attempts to stay in front of ones scheduling plans in theory,
Some of life’s challenges can push one beyond ones ability ‘till they’re rather quanked and bleary,
In turn adding frustrations ineluctable to traversing this filipendulous moment less teary.

Thus whilst algorithms and other elements may push one to create what one thinks they require,
Long term it should really be irrelevant unless ’tis what YOU truely desire,
For there needs to always be an element of balance to ones blogging (and sharing),
An element of being mindful to how in ones life overall both physical and sophrosyne’s faring,
As if one’s alamort their blogging attempts may gain a tenebrous nature from your lack of caring…

Now while most of us have moments we tend to forget we’re not amaranthine,
Life always has ways of teaching us heuristic lessons through experiences we glean,
Often at a forced quatervois with an interstice large enough we’ve space to reflect,
Time to acknowledge and heal all we’ve of late tended to forget and neglect,
In our efforts to push through continuing our blogging schedules irrespective of the effect.

Thus for those whom also enjoy the vocation that can be near daily blogging,
Remember to keep it within a humane balance rather than over slogging,
For no-one can enjoy your creations if you cannot create due to burnout,
Taking a lackadaisical weekend to replenish may make robots whirr and ‘shout’,
But ’tis at times necessary for one to continue upon this flippercanorious route.

Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment Pondering the Facets of the Universe


Envision a moment ~ a leaf… seemingly dangling with the same purpose as every other…
Yet no two are ever exactly identical ~ no two in exactly the same spot,
Each has a differing view ~ thus despite similarities all have vastly different lives…

Now picture yourself as this leaf you’ve chosen upon in your mind,
’Tis it one warming in the full sun or perhaps the shade’s what you’ve timed…
Be it on a lower/mid/higher branch ~ the type of plant really doesn’t much matter,
For now look out from your spot through all the other leaves you can see…
Notice how different though similar all the leaves around you happen to be.

For to those looking from afar they may all seem to appear exactly the same,
Yet with a closer view one may notice an abundance of variants less tame…
As whilst some bring a cooling element others provide a place for eggs to call home,
They can protect a bud yet to bloom too soon or carry insects on the wind to roam…

Thus much like us each leaf though so similar ’tis quintessentially unique,
Each creating its own seraphic element to a facet for our universe to be complete,
Cycling through and constantly adjusting/evolving ‘till the moment ’tis bittersweet,
Then taking another element onwards for nothing can last too long within its respective feat.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment of Realignment to Overcome Creative Blocks

When one feels like all their ideas have left them for naught,
Drained of all they believe they require to continue in that they think need be fought,
Sometimes we just need to reconnect with what was our original muse,

Rather than continuing to drag on with whatever we happen to choose…

Thus once one’s a moment to realign and in turn again connect,
With what lies deep within that we’ve managed to thoroughly deflect,
Ideas will again flow easily in a quintessentially seraphic state,
Despite one having thoughts that they all may be way too late.

For though in these styles of moment one may feel like past low moments shall collide,
Increasing the pressure beyond known limits to see if you’ll survive or epically explode,
Though ‘tis not exactly much more than the illusion of one’s thoughts remembering,
All you’ve overcome before this moments attempts to take ones confidence and erode.

Whilst ones path to realignment may be rocky and invisible to all including at times you,
What shall define the evolved and connected path onwards is reliant on abilities to stay true,
To whom you define and subsequently create yourself into henceforth,
Be it lackadaisically done or more proactive following your own way to your north.

Whichever style you choose none of us can succeed upon our chosen paths too well alone,
Unless we’ve a near un-human vigorous drive and laser focus to our alignment with not even a groan,
Thus why for a perfectly supportive element for idea creation projects and an abundance more,

to where ’tis rather inspiring/supportive/loaded with knowledge and rarely a bore!

Posted in Mindful Moments, Nature, Poetry

A Mini Mindful Moment in the depths of a seeds cycle

Picture yourself for this moment a seed ~ warm within the earths soil,
Knowing of nothing else with potential for near anything it can toil,
It slowly starts to sprout growing just a little every day,
Innocently ascending it’s unfurling into the unknown worlds foray…

With elements of pure nearth force pounding through every element of sap,
This tiny little being expanding forth into where ever it can follow sunlight through a gap,
For upon this venture into life and that it may find through it’s place in that lying beyond,
This little one continues through its phase as sproutling, through roots and frond.

Eventually it reaches a point when it basks with ease in the gentle mornings sun,
Focusing on the cooler elements it’s roots enjoy when the midday heat’s no fun…
Replenishing in refreshing nighttime dew drops ’tis its evening reprieve,
‘Till wintertime brings a full retreat within to all whom don’t take their leave.

As sap carries nurture for it throughout every element of its entire life,
Each root tip onwards within seed upwards in stem, branch, twig ,leaf sans strife,
Slowly seraphically soaking all it needs from cooling water to variants of foods,
Long after it grows and flowers seeds pass and it turns towards times broods.

‘Till comes the sobering moment it wilts to the end of its vibrant lifetime,
Bowing to cycles closing number drying leaves floating upon winds chime,
Eventually dissolving to dust molecules supporting others to grow,
Adjourning to its next position in natures multifaceted cycles flow.
Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Reminding to Realign with Creative Goals and Visions

Sometimes when we’re caught in the path to creating what we desire,
We can get so tense and obsessed in what we have to do next in our plan,
Loosing our vision and alignment to the joy and spark in our creative process,
Creating elements of our creations that become duller ~ near boring and bland…

Though often we never even notice we’ve gained tunnel vision and disconnected,
As in the moment we cannot see our goals just the step that lies next in line,
’Tis not ’til we get the opportunity to step back and assess what we’ve done,
That we even realise we’ve strayed and thus need to redo elements and realign.

Thus we commence the task of troubleshooting and adjusting,
Hoping through doing so we are actually fixing the issues rather than just blustering,
Not making a bigger mess that would be epically harder to fix than what we’ve already created,
For to fix this with ease and evolve through these lessons to what lies ahead would leave most elated.

Yet should we then find we’re in need of an element of guidance to find our way back,
Be it meditative or external filled with knowledge of what’s needed it can’t lack,
As it supports our journey back into alignment with what we’re trying to manifest,
So we can grow our creations into what those that resonate with them can enjoy as the results of our quest…

Thus onwards we venture hoping the support we seek is enough by our side,
To keep our focus aligned with our goals throughout the rest of the upcoming ride,
As we manifest all we plan and more to create within our evolving quintessential stride,
With our variant of what one can find through thepoeticlife2.biz as our supportive guide.

Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Pondering Objectified Empowering of Confidence: The Power of Personal Talismans

Whilst some where tiaras and gems in their hair,
For others ’tis lucky socks or a bracelet they wear,
As a lot of us have talismans of some kind to empower us more,
Tokens we wear or carry to support our confidence to soar,
Yet why do need them? Why not stand on our own?
Could it truely be we think we cannot do things alone?

Or do we need things to anchor energetics we cannot yet fathom,
To support our endeavours so that they can happen?
For we’ve heard people say that girls can use makeup to hide,
Though perhaps ’tis a trigger for what’s deep down inside,
A way to empower their confidence ~ help it to rise,
Support them through the days/nights/lows and highs.

Soldiers, great warriors of the past, were often recorded,
To be in possession of things to remind of homes where applauded,
Reminding them of why they left to fight at the start,
Whom ’tis they adore and keep close within their heart,
We’ve tales of hero’s whom drove beyond their natural limits,
Believing what they possessed could empower them beyond summits!

And yet to another our empowering trinkets are often useless,
There’s those that enjoy pointing that out without rest,
Though often one may find even they have or do something,
Perhaps a sacredly timed deep breath, hairstyle or to themselves they sing,
We all have a something or someway that’s just for us,
To empower our confidence to rise from deep within without fuss.
Posted in Mindful Moments, Poetry, Thought Provokers

A Poetic Moment Contemplating A Page of Potential 

A page, as fresh and unmarked as the skin of a new born babe,
’Tis a symbol of pure potential that can be filled with imagination boundless,
For it is a clean slate awaiting to be filled with one’s creation,
Which never can be wasted even when it’s deemed a mess.

Even a page one may consider to be trash bound,
Has had epochal affects on your journey through this life,
It’s existence at one moment was your best attempt,
Before you tossed it like a steak stabbing knife.

‘Fore the moment you tossed it you learned, you grew,
You adjusted your way of viewing what you had created,
Thus evolved your thoughts on whatever you were doing,
And on the cycle of that page you have at least now contemplated.

On the flip side a page can hold secrets, never a soul to be told,
They can become great record holders ~ of any linguistic,
The stage for an artwork famed or privately pulchritudinous,
Part of a great story or idea mapped out so fantastic!

A page need not even be marked to fulfil its roll so often inconspicuous,
Many make sculptures and origami creations mind blowingly amazing,
From a humble piece of paper blank, though often from a tree majestic,
This quintessential being of potential can send one’s mind a blazing!

Yet still we see a page as a disposable resource,
Something to just use once and throw into a bin,
Rarely consciously thinking of the being it once was a part of,
Or the overwhelming state we have thrown this planet despicably in.

So perhaps we should all take a solitude sobering moment,
To be grateful of the sacrificial product of trees,
How we can honour their being through use of this paper page,
Rather than mindlessly doing with it whatever we happen to please.

Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

From Stuck in Mental Mud to Unstoppable: A Writer’s Path to Flow

Flowing as a leaf does upon a twisting, raging river that’s winding eventually to the sea,
Words finding themselves on paper through whatever method the writer does please,
‘Till eventually they run aground into a bank of extra sticky mud,
Getting out of this messing spot is likely to be a mega mouthful of cud.

Yet on one must continue, despite the challenges this moment has created,
For stopping now amidst defeat ’tis not something one wishes demonstrated,
So on one sludges gradually with a deep breath and cup of hope,
Praying evidently that this patch of muck’s not a steep slope.

Element by element one seems to find momentum in their task,
Unaware if their making progress or getting absolutely nowhere fast,
Thus on they drive themselves, determined to be free of their bind,
Free to flow further along the path they’re upon to see what adventure awaits in kind.

Finally they grasp a momentary splash of perhaps illusionary freedom,
Hoping what they perceive ’tis not also sinking or seldom,
One reaches for another word, another grain of momentum,
Rising above this sludge has been nothing but excruciatingly fun.

Eventually, word by word, grain by grain of super sticky sand,
One assesses their progression to unglue their task at hand,
To discover they’ve crafted themselves into an unknown solution,
And freed themselves once again to flow further towards fruition!