“THE SOUL

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Yuval Noah Harari is an author in fashion - he incites the passions, love and fury; I’m reading his ‘21 Lessons for the 21st Century’: in it, he refers to two beliefs about the source of our desires and emotions, one which is biological, some will view it as heretical, the other, based on religion, some will treat it with derision and ridicule, as if the ...

WHAT’S THE POINT?

https://www.facebook.com/james.gould.754/videos/10160051134860828/ IMPORTANT, re the following poem, it does NOT reflect how I feel NOW! PLEASE DO NOT BE CONCERNED! I nearly didn't post it, so sensitive is the subject of suicide, and I know that it'll concern a lot of people but, please, do take note of the positive attitude in the second half of the poem. I ...

FRIENDS…

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"Acquaintances don’t live in your heart, your soul, they live in your brain, they’re off when it rains. Friendship, that’s made in your soul, friends make you feel whole. Friends give, they don’t lend, they’ll stand next to you till the end of time, friends get their own poem, they are celebrated in rhyme. I miss the guys – and the girls – back ...

END OF THE DAY…

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“Suddenly, tired, my mojo has expired, no more spark, I’m in the dark, I feel the end of this day, my mood is grey, I can’t think straight, my poetry ain’t great, there’s nothing there, I’ve lost my bit of flair. It’s time to call time on this day, nothing more to do nor say, except that tomorrow is another day, a new start for me and my ...

WHY POETRY?

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Day and night, I have to write, crunching words, playing with rhymes, thinking, in poetry land, always a notebook and pencil to hand. Scribbling, dribbling words on the paper, it’s like a caper, verses dancing, whilst I’m romancing about perfection. Writing is my art, I have a passion, but why this fashion, why poetry, why not the spoken word, why not oratory? My mind is a laboratory, always playing with ...

MY STORY: LIGHT, NOT DARKNESS

https://www.facebook.com/james.gould.754/videos/10160037490145828/ ‘A tweeter, Lauren Kay (@laurenikay) asked us to say, to tell her, what inspired us to tell our stories: I write my story, sometimes dark, but oft times, one of glory, to help people who suffer, who might be having a rougher time than me, - and I have been through tough times: I write about them in my rhymes. Mental illness is my story, depression, regression, darkness – ...

EXERCISE

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"So that pre-Shabbat run last night, did it happen? Did it…heck! Fatigue, mired in it, so, so tired. But this morning, twenty-to-five, awake, feeling alive, an early rise, out at five, just 8k, I felt more than OK! Well, parts of the run weren’t fun, but I had the resolve not to stop and walk - I had to talk to myself, keep going, no slowing down, I had to ...

POVERTY

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Footballers costing $220m,  there should be shame,  I mean, football, it’s only a game!  Who is to blame for global poverty?  Global corruption,  an eruption of greed which suffocates those in need,  this is not the human condition,  there needs to be global contrition!  Division, poverty, homelessness, hunger, despair,  the world is in dire need of repair!  But there’s too much power in the hands ...

SOME MORNINGS…

'Wake up in the morning, sun outside,but inside, it’s pouring,not fully awake, mentally still snoring,pain,nothing to gain from getting out of bed,legs of lead,weighed down,it’s written in the frown on my face,anxious about re-joining the human race. Can’t see,nothing’s clear,everything distant,nothing, except the darkness, is near,my speaking, monotone,feeling lonely, alone. It’s just one of those days,the sun’s ...

WRITER’S BLOCK

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Writer’s block, the clock shows me the passage of time,I’m without a rhyme to show for it,not a word on the paper,nothing an hour later. There’s nothing there,all I do is stare at the ceiling,hoping, in vain, for some healingin my brain,the creative cells,hoping for an awakening,the sound of bells chiming in my head,calling me to attentionwith the ...

ZIV’S OFF…

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"Ziv’s off the day after tomorrow, I’ve got no time to borrow, in the blink of an eye, the present’s in the past, it doesn’t last, it flies by far too fast. Time, we don’t own it, we can’t control it, we can’t slow it down, soon, Ziv will be at Uni, one minute in student garb, the next in his finery and academic ...

DOWNGRADE THE EGO AND THE SELF

"The attitude of gratitude is the place of true joy, the real McCoy,it’s a place of giving, not taking,of being authentic,not faking,it’s part of the human condition to push forward a mission to make the world a better place,which isn’t easy when you get caught up in the rat race. Anger, envy, ego, self,they are the antithesis, the ...

TIMES THEY ARE A CHANGIN’

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"I was thinking over Shabbos (Shabbat) and the need arosefor this piece of prose…  A Shabbos of mixed emotions, sadness and pride, I cried, it being my son's last Shabbos before going to England, to uni, to read law, knowing that, on Wednesday, he’ll be walking through the door,  leaving home, not that he should ever feel alone- this will always be ...

LAST CHANCE…

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"We’re not free any more,a virus and the law have reined us in,us, our friends, our kith and kin,no hugs, don’t want those bugs,no hello kissing, I’m missing the contact,I detest social distancing, the staying apart,which so many have perfected, turned into an art. Every time we go out, those masks,I do feel that it’s quite ...

DON’T BLINK!

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'Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, it’s way back in the past. Romi used to love me holding her hand, giving it a squeeze, now I cannot do as I please – no more squeeze. She used to love sitting on my knee, cuddling in, with her choochy grin, now, no more, that’s the law, and I’ve just got ...

LIVE AN AUTHENTIC LIFE

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"You don’t want a husband, you want a wife,no problem – it’s YOUR life,listen to your soul, to its voice,it is YOUR life, so it is YOUR choice. It’s YOUR life, not theirs,ignore their stares. If they aren’t brave enough to follow their dreams,don’t let them stifle yours,ignore the cultural and local mores,unlock and open YOUR chosen ...

WRITING INSPIRATION

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"Today, I’m tired, can’t write, try as I might,  there are no words in my head, my thought processes are dead, no imagination,  no creation taking shape, nothing on the poetry landscape. I never know, from one day to the next, if it’ll be there  or if I’ll just stare at a blank sheet of paper. One day, alive and kicking, the next, it’s gone missing, I’m on ...

TRUE JOY

"The hunt for the holy grail,it's on the trail which leads to pure joy,which you find not by looking out but looking in,deep below your skin. Pleasure is a transient treasure,it’s in sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll,it’s not in your soul,it’s in taking, not giving,it’s a fleeting high,to which you’re always saying goodbye. Happiness is taking ...

NOT EMPTY NEST SYNDROME…YET!

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"Further to my poem this morning,which doubtless had most of you yawning, the poem about Ziv and Romi flying the nest(some, it seems, thought the poem one of my best),I have been advised that my condition of sadness,to add to my condition of madness,is ‘Empty Nest Syndrome’,the children leaving home and mum and dad living alone. Well, ...

A RUN WILL MAKE THE DIFFERENCE…

"Today, I can’t get my creative juices to flow,I don’t know what to write,the lights are on but no one’s home,I’ve got the imagination of a rock or a stone. Maybe today, a little depression,which has brought about some minor regression,but I’ll be ok later,after I’ve been out for a run,yeah, I know how to have ...

A DAY TO PROFESS LOVE AND GRATITUDE

"Tu B’Av, Jewish Valentine’s Day,   on which we send our thanks above   for the blessings that have given us the ones we love.   But, in addition, today, it is my mission   (as a poet, and didn’t you just know it    - I do feel queasy, that line was pretty cheesy)   to give thanks to Yaf, my wife,   on our anniversary,    the Hebrew date,   so ...

JUST 24 HOURS LEFT

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What to do if just 24 hours left, Not to leave loved ones forlorn and bereft, I don’t want to die with things unsaid, Lying on, and leaving from, my death bed. Gratitude to express, Love to profess, No, there’s no emergency, But I have a sense of urgency. I must express that gratitude -  authentic, not a platitude, I must do it today, not ...

REGRETS? NO!

"Went left, not right,What a plight!Went right, not left, I was bereft!I left, didn't stay,Why didn't I obey?I stayed, didn't leave,Why didn't I believe?But the road I travelled to get me here,To my children and my darling dear,It was the only road,Truth be told.So, mistakes, errors: regrets?Should I be miffed?No, they were blessings,They were a gift." ...