Slow Walking Man – Poem


Man Walking - Poem
‘Man Walking’ – image by Adam Podlecki

This bench of mine is a little far,
Thick fog & the rain keep blinding my eye
Yet, I’ve embarked upon a task –
Observation of that guy…
Walking, in a misty weather
I noticed him take…
Two steps forward, one step back.

He keeps walking though…
Slow, slow, slow…, but steady…
He keeps on… walking…

Oya! Oya! Honestly,
Someone, shoot a film about him –
Series called “Unhappy Feet.”
Same old picture, every day,
Rain drops falling on his head
Every day, the same old way…
This must be the pace of a snail!

He is rude. Never does he say “hello”
He stepped on my toe a few weeks ago!
Yes, I step on his toes – time after time,
But… my feet are smaller than his –
I’m a lady. He’s a man…

Err…

He’s a walking man, actually
While I am a seating lady…
Wasting my time watching him.

Eh?!
Yes, he might have covered but a little ground,
But I’ve just been seating here. I have covered none!

Oya!!!
Within his slow walk I have parked my nose
Focused on his journey rather than my own…

Oya! Oya! Oya, me!
Watch no more…
Girl, move! Move! Quick!

Meaning of “OYA!” – “Hurry up!” (Nigerian)

 

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The Balancing Act Called Life…


At the musem - BarcelonaI believe in hard-work – it’s a good thing. However, too much of a good thing can be bad for you. Life should be a balanced experience – we all need to find (and keep on finding) our equilibrium.

Most people living in London (which is where I live) work super hard. Meeting up for a coffee is a challenge. You want to do it, but often don’t because of work, family responsibilities, school or whatever else. So, you live in the same city but do not get to see the people you’d love to see or do the things you’d love to do for years, sometimes.  Well, I want to be a lot more intentional about how I spend my time on this Earth!

La IglesiaBarcelona happens to be one of my favorite European cities. This week, I was blessed with 2 ‘take it easy’ days in the city. The weather was beautiful and the trip, although not entirely recreational, so refreshing. I’m not sure what you do for fun (what do you do?), but I enjoyed the old town’s beautiful churches, museums, colorful features and narrow streets. I only wish they were a little less crowded, but I guess there’s no perfect place under the Sun. Sometimes, we need alone time to relax. At other times, we need to share it with the people we care for. Laughing, talking, eating and sharing my time with this lady here (plus the music, of course) made the trip super special. 

Back to the main point of this post – one morning, I was passing through the Las Ramblas boulevard and noticed La Equilibrista (The Balancer). She was petite and super focused which caught my attention. Of course, a yellow head-to-toe coverage and the fact they’re standing on a bike’s seat also helps you notice a person. 😊 I’ve digressed again, but check out her balancing act (the short video here). It may look like a passive activity, however, try this for about 30 minutes and I’m sure you’ll know that it’s not. Such is balancing in real life too – we cannot be passive if we’re going to stay balanced. 

We’re surrounded by people and forces (sometimes intangible) pulling us in so many different directions. For most of us, our culture and surroundings encourage everything but a balanced life. Working hard is good, playing hard (reasonably) is good too and so is praying hard etc. However, we need a little bit of everything to be happy and fulfilled in life.

Barcelona Streets 1My recent trip to Barcelona was a treat indeed, so it was a little hard to say “Adios” in the end. But again, I remembered that balance is key and too much of a good thing can be bad for you…

When it’s time to go it is time to go (ask the Spaniard in the picture – he knows) 🙂 There’s a time for everything. Balancing is not passive, and it is an ongoing activity. So, take charge of your days and be intentional about how you spend or invest your time.

What do you do to stay balanced? I would love to know.

Oh, and take a moment to watch the video from my previous trip to Barcelona  – expect to see La Mercé, Partying and Music, The Giants, Museums and stuff… 🙂

Peace, Love & Poetry – Merry Christmas…


I’ve been relaxing with family ☺️ (in between dramas 😠) while preparing for Christmas which, in Poland, starts tomorrow with a rather fancy dinner called “Wigilia”. We’ve just celebrated my grandma’s 80th birthday & I’m so grateful for being able to share these  special moments with the people I love. I hope you are surrounded by warmth, kindness and loved ones in this wonderful season & that it truly is a jolly season for you.

Reflection time:

In the beginning, I thought I’d start a blog to share & to inspire others, but truly… I’ve been so inspired, challenged and enlightened by your words! I really feel like reading your expressions enriched not only my blogging experience, but my world altogether. Thank you for your labor of love and for your support of mine. 

On that note, this is the season of giving & I don’t want to miss out on an opportunity to give you a little Christmas gift!  With no further ado, I want to encourage you to get your free e-copy of my book “Do Lend Me Your Ears.

Alternatively, if you prefer to be the giver 🙂 click right here to see how you can support a worthy cause with my book.

I’ve got to run as I still have a few more gifts to get before Wigilia. Yet, once again, thank You so much for being here and for sharing your precious thoughts & time with me.

Stay inspired & inspiring,

Merry Christmas ♥♥♥

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Quick! Before the Drama Blooms! Poem


Drama Trap Pic Final

They have seen too many fights

Teary days & weary nights

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Respect, trust,

Communication

Seem like ancient arts

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Instead, there are…

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Fast flying arrows

By a rebellious Cupid

And mean accusations

Some way beyond stupid

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Whenever she wins a battle

She knows she has lost

When she opens her mouth

Her heart becomes closed

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She can’t hear his heart

He’s convinced he’s right

Every common goal forgotten

Overshadowed by pride

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What are we doing?

Why do we fight?

Where are we going?

Where is the light?!

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If there was a drama trap

She’d buy it – whatever the price

She would lay them all around them

Like the ones used to catch mice

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If there was a drama spray

He’d spray it all over their rooms

He would spray before it comes

Quick! Before the drama blooms!

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Yet, there sure is such a trap

Yes! There sure is such a spray

They remember the old battles

They decide to kneel & pray…

This Feeling – Poem


angry face

What you gave me tonight…

I am talking ‘bout this feeling

Didn’t drive me up the wall –

It did drive me up the ceiling!

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I would like to say some words

Decent people shouldn’t share

I would also like to show you

How much I don’t care…

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I would, but I won’t…

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Not because I’m scared

Not because I don’t know how,

but because there’s enough drama

We don’t need another row

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There’s pain on the left

There’s pain on the right

I won’t let your careless thoughts

Rot and stink inside my mind…

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I must own my own feeling

I need to do it today

I can’t let your ignorance

Ruin everybody’s day…

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I must dispose of this feeling

As if it’s rubbish or clutter

I need to save my strength for tomorrow

For battles that really matter.

Story of a Broken Friendship


umbrella and girl

Once upon a time, a fine umbrella was left behind

It happened so fast, a man jumped on his train

Forgetting his fine umbrella

That had sheltered him from the rain…

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Umbrella laid motionless on the station’s bench

Frightened it would be picked up & thrown in a trench

It was closed, no longer open, very very sad –

Unable to understand why life got so bad

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It remembered the early days of flaunting its price tag

 “Wait! You have forgotten me! I’m not in your bag!”

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Questions and a guessing game forced it to contend

Yes, okay – during a strong wind I do tend to bend,

but I have been good to you. I am a good friend?

Could you please forgive me? I’m sorry I bend 😦

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Confused, emotionally drained,

Silence feels so loud…

The umbrella bursts in tears

Whilst its sadness turns to wrath

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“I’ve been there for years & lasted through many a storm!

Why have you abandoned me?! Did I not conform?

Will you now exchange me for a friend that’s fake?!

You know how they are – tiny winds & they break!”

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The umbrella’s heart was broken & needed to mend,

so it wrote a ‘goodbye’ letter never to be sent:

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‘Though I’m truly sorry our love had to end

Thank you for our time together

You were a good friend

I pray the Sun shines

When you’re off that train

I pray you are not alone at the time of rain

I wish you another faithful and a solid friend

One that wouldn’t break, although it might bend’

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The end.

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Oh wait, wait, not yet…

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A girl sits down on the bench to wait for her train

She looks up & thinks, ‘No doubt, it will rain.’

She picks the umbrella up, with joy in her eyes

She opens it up & flaunts it in front of the skies

 ‘I’m back in the game!’ The umbrella thinks & smiles. 😊

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