Poetry
One Universal Energy
This poem arose from a great deal of thought and meditation on the belief that all matter and everyone is merely made of energy. The
Vaughan Jones
5th February 2021
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This poem arose from a great deal of thought and meditation on the belief that all matter and everyone is merely made of energy. The
A few years ago, I responded to a challenge to write a poem in the Gwawdodyn form, which originated centuries ago in Wales. Gwawdodyn is pronounced Gwow-Dod-In. The challenge was to write the poem to the theme ‘Kept in the Deep’.
Is not color wonderful to perceive,
Pure beauty in its incredible range.
Whilst for some it is only to deceive,
partially color blind, it is so strange.
The article covers the creation of Prose Poetry with a prose poem that the writer wrote in response to a challenge.
Come over and enjoy the fun of poetry and creative writing.
A poetry challenge in Licentia form.
– In looking up at heaven’s deep void cask,
in the blue illusion of the day I bask.
Our Sun radiates warmth and light to Earth’s realm,
nature and our solar system at the helm.
Creative writing rocks. I received a response from a dear friend and fellow writer in response to the challenge to write a ballad as I proposed in the article covering my ballad, ‘Pigeons Nesting on my Stoop’, published in last week’s SAFREA Chronicle. Merely having received the response was exciting, but once I had read the poem, I was exhilarated and blown away.
A Ballad by Vaughan Jones
It’s beautiful when nature touches you, join her in song, being one with her too.
Bono, Paul David Hewson, of U2 fame wrote the lyrics to this song in response to his heart-felt misery for his friend Michael Hutchence, singer of INXS music group, who died in 1997.
The music for the song ‘Stuck in a Moment and You Can’t Get Out Of ’, was composed by the U2 band members Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen, and Paul Hewson (Bono). The music of the song is beautiful, and it enhances the mood and the emotional feeling expressed by the lyrics.
Using my senses and meditating,
I transform into a spiritual state,
Sitting on a rock at the riverside.
There in calm and faithfulness I abide,
Remaining still, ever contemplating,
Earth energies rising through my body.
Fake war in Afghanistan to kill just one man,
A weak excuse for war against Iraq, same shit different day,
The value of human life is zero,
slaughtered for an ideology or the price of a barrel of oil.
There are no straight lines or linear parameters in the valley