This felt like rap, song lyrics, slant rhymes to die for - my favourite type of poetry to read. Clever, but not too - honest, raw, I could see you sitting there letting it… flow.
Please write more. Loved. It.
And shit, I hope you find a home soon, enough for you and maybe a small family, too.
Yeah I think that a lot of my poetry will lean into almost a rap lyrics territory. ❤️ Thanks for the support. It'll figure itself out.. we've a month to find something but it'll be alright :)
Miguel, love the poem. I wish I'd had it with me the other day when someone was going on about how selfish the younger generation are not to have children. It was an odd argument I must admit. But to have been able to say "how do you expect them to afford it?" would have been a good response.
I feel for all of you - my own children included - who are stuck with rising rents, etc. I so good on you, go and enjoy yourselves, and just love on the partner you've been blessed by :)
Thanks Diane! You’re an angel for not being judgmental of us haha. I don’t want to be a cry baby about it. we’re doing the best we can and it’ll figure itself out 🫣
Imagine a roof over your head. Imagine a garden in the back. Imagine elderly landlords who could use your help with things off and on. Imagine their gratitude in finding someone to help them so that they would never raise your rent. Best of luck.
This is absolutely beautiful, Miguel! And it really captures the way the world is right now, and the way many people are feeling. I hope you can find a suitable home soon, that you and your wife can be happy in... 😎👍
Well, I'm not sure of shit, so it at least applies to me! And I have a strong suspicion that anyone who DOES say they're sure of shit is full of shit. 😎
Ok so I know this is a couple of days late but .... better late than never
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A Uncertainty poem [230 words]
Uncertainty enfolds me as I start to write this piece.
There are no boundaries, no word count, or any clear advise.
Should I write prose or poetry? Ramble on for a long piece or keep it short and neat?
Should I talk about my life and the uncertainty that can assail this new season?
Should I juxtapose that with the confidence I have in my faith?
Should I share about the world and the uncertainties in that?
Should talk with confidence about all the good things that I see?
Should I write about my children and their uncertainties?
Or write on how my life is freer with less responsibilities?
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My life is a mix of sureness and uncertainty as most of us can acquiesce.
Some days I know where I am going, some days I am a mess.
Some days I stand up bright and tall and others I regress
Some days I hold sure to my God and sometimes I am dubious.
Some days I trust the process and at times slide in ambivalences.
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Now I'm uncertain how you will receive my uncertain random thoughts
Will you give grace and kindness?
Will you give it a heart because you are quite nice?
Will you take the time to see the random of my life?
Or will you skim quickly through it all to get on with your uncertain life?
Never late at the fiction dealer 😁
Yes, more please :)
❤️ will do 🫣
Moving next month. I resonate with every line, looking back and look ahead. 56 and it feels like I’m walking dead.
Same, we need to find the place by August 1st 🙃 good luck with the moving. Walking dead is still better than just dead.
This felt like rap, song lyrics, slant rhymes to die for - my favourite type of poetry to read. Clever, but not too - honest, raw, I could see you sitting there letting it… flow.
Please write more. Loved. It.
And shit, I hope you find a home soon, enough for you and maybe a small family, too.
Yeah I think that a lot of my poetry will lean into almost a rap lyrics territory. ❤️ Thanks for the support. It'll figure itself out.. we've a month to find something but it'll be alright :)
this is great miguel ♥️♥️
Thank you Ej!
beautiful, heart-rending and heart-breaking. I look forward to more poetry from you.
Thank you Rananda! ❤️ I'll get some more out, soon.
Miguel, love the poem. I wish I'd had it with me the other day when someone was going on about how selfish the younger generation are not to have children. It was an odd argument I must admit. But to have been able to say "how do you expect them to afford it?" would have been a good response.
I feel for all of you - my own children included - who are stuck with rising rents, etc. I so good on you, go and enjoy yourselves, and just love on the partner you've been blessed by :)
Ooppss! ranting!!! X
Thanks Diane! You’re an angel for not being judgmental of us haha. I don’t want to be a cry baby about it. we’re doing the best we can and it’ll figure itself out 🫣
It is to remember you are all doing the best you can with what, I would say, the older generation has "bequeathed you with" x
Thank you for posting this
Thank you for writing with me ❤️🫡
PROMPT: UNCERTAINTY
THE UNCERTAINTY
It was a Frisbee,
Surely? Not a UFO,
But I'm uncertain... 👽😎👽
Definitely more
Okay! I'll bring some more ❤️
Imagine a roof over your head. Imagine a garden in the back. Imagine elderly landlords who could use your help with things off and on. Imagine their gratitude in finding someone to help them so that they would never raise your rent. Best of luck.
Thanks Pauline, I hope it'll figure itself out as things do in life :)
This is absolutely beautiful, Miguel! And it really captures the way the world is right now, and the way many people are feeling. I hope you can find a suitable home soon, that you and your wife can be happy in... 😎👍
Thank you Chris!
For certain there was birthright
Born American. Now possibly taken away.
States right to decide.
Nothin is certain including the gee
even the court can't decide.
There is a man named Miguel,
Who taught us how our hearts could swell.
In microdoses, wee bits of words,
We learned to write stories never heard.
In these dire days of uncertainty,
We all need moments just to dream,
To hide in a small place no one knows
Where tales are told that sooth the soul.
So thank the man named Miguel,
Who casts upon us happy spells!
Awww... ❤️
🙏
Yes, more please!
Ode to the Uncertainty Principle
The Nobels thought Heisenberg golden,
For the stale bill of goods that he sold ‘em,
His principal bit,
Is we’re not sure of shit,
Which is something that I could have told ‘em.
Oh what a wonderful limerick. And so true!
Thx but how can you be certain lol?
Well, I'm not sure of shit, so it at least applies to me! And I have a strong suspicion that anyone who DOES say they're sure of shit is full of shit. 😎