Day 257: Sonnet 18

By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

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Day 248: What are you Hiding?

What are you hiding my sweet child?

What’s behind the wall you’ve built?

Why have you dressed in suited armour?

What happened to the laughter and smiles?

Why do you carry the bottle around?

Afraid to grow up and be a man?

What hurt and pain weight you down?

Why are you afraid to let it go?

What happened to our midnight walks?

With conversations and warm embraces?

Why do you hide behind the facade?

Why can you no longer be yourself?

What are you hiding my sweet child?


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Day 245: Unspoken

The secret glances and heavy sighs

The nerves that can’t be overcome

The conversations missed out on

The silent meals eaten apart

The stolen touches freely given

The longing heart for unspoken words


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Day 226: Friendship

There are those who lack an understanding

Of what true friendships really means

Those who dismiss and disregard

Your voice and all your contributions

There are those who make no effort

But expect all the rewards of friendships

Those who never defend you

But make cruel and hurtful jokes

Those who dismiss your concerns

Those you don’t consider friends.


There are those who stand by you

And love and laugh and cry with you

Those who you never see anymore

But stay in your life despite the distance

Those who know your thoughts so well

Without you saying a word

There are those you’d do anything for

Those whose happiness fills you with joy

Those you walk down the isle behind

Those you call your friends.


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Day 202: Blason

Blason is a form of poetry that compares the subject (usually a woman) to an object (diamonds, stars etc). This is not just something that is found in Elizabethan poetry, like in Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, but also in modern poetry like Maya Angelou’s Still I rise.

At university I fell in love with the blason form because of Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress. The writer starts by complimenting his lover, describing how beautiful she is stating that he’d wait for her forever if time allowed it. He moves on to how fast time passes, that her beauty will fade and she will become nothing but dust. He then states that they should give I to their lust because life is short and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This was YOLO before it’s time. I think it’s brilliant, clever and very amusing.


Had we but world enough and time, 
This coyness, lady, were no crime. 
We would sit down, and think which way 
To walk, and pass our long love’s day. 
Thou by the Indian Ganges’ side 
Shouldst rubies find; I by the tide 
Of Humber would complain. I would 
Love you ten years before the flood, 
And you should, if you please, refuse 
Till the conversion of the Jews. 
My vegetable love should grow 
Vaster than empires and more slow; 
An hundred years should go to praise 
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze; 
Two hundred to adore each breast, 
But thirty thousand to the rest; 
An age at least to every part, 
And the last age should show your heart. 
For, lady, you deserve this state, 
Nor would I love at lower rate. 
       But at my back I always hear 
Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; 
And yonder all before us lie 
Deserts of vast eternity. 
Thy beauty shall no more be found; 
Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound 
My echoing song; then worms shall try 
That long-preserved virginity, 
And your quaint honour turn to dust, 
And into ashes all my lust; 
The grave’s a fine and private place, 
But none, I think, do there embrace. 
       Now therefore, while the youthful hue 
Sits on thy skin like morning dew, 
And while thy willing soul transpires 
At every pore with instant fires, 
Now let us sport us while we may, 
And now, like amorous birds of prey, 
Rather at once our time devour 
Than languish in his slow-chapped power. 
Let us roll all our strength and all 
Our sweetness up into one ball, 
And tear our pleasures with rough strife 
Through the iron gates of life: 
Thus, though we cannot make our sun 
Stand still, yet we will make him run.

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Day 125: Helen

Of Troy and of Sparta

Your name marks the fall

Of cities and of men

All pursued your beauty

Without an ounce of shame

Husband and child were left behind

When Troy became your home

Abduction or elopement

The legends all disagree

Wars waged and battles fought

To save the Spartan Queen

Choice, you had none of

As men fought for your fate

Whilst gods gave you away

In judgements made by men.


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Day 107: Love

Today I thought it would be good to talk about love, not just the romantic Hollywood type love (which is great and all) but other kinds of love that affect different aspects of my life.

Work:

I have never understood people who said that they loved their job. To me this is a strange concept because I can’t imagine liking, let alone loving the idea of waking up to go to a hierarchical organisation where I make minimal impact to the world around me. Don’t get me wrong, I love working hard but I do not love work.

I don’t love the idea that my time is bought by an organisation and that I need my manager’s approval for me to get my time back as Annual Leave.

I do love the people I work with.

Family:

Well this one is easy, love love love. I love my family, they annoy me, laugh with me, cry with me and dance with me. They are 100% amazing! Nothing but love.

Friends:

In recent years, I have been very picky about who I label as a friend and I’m so glad. I can truly say that I love all the people I call friends. I don’t always agree with their choices and will call them out on it (and they do the same for me), but at the end of it all we support each other regardless of personal opinion.

Colleagues:

Like I mentioned above I love the people I work with. Some more than others (which is probably why I’m accused of being in love with my favourite work colleague), but all of them are awesome. I love the support they provide. They’re always cheering me on and encouraging me to be better. It’s a great work environment because of the great people.

Me time:

I love me time, I love all the fun things I do during me time. I love gardening, painting, sketching, dancing, netball, crocheting, spa days and everything else.

I love being able to unwind and reflect on my day, week, or month.


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Day 95: Adjectives

Today’s tasks is:

Make a list of the first 5 adjectives that pop into your head. Use these 5 words in your story, poem, or journal entry.


Mammoth was the size of his heart

The love he had within was

Immense and deep

but the world was blind to it

Helpless it was without

He who came to love

Lively and free

Was the heart he gave

Obedient he was

In all he did for love.


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Day 91: Family Heirloom

It been in the family for generations. Each ancestor has added to it for as long as we can count back. From the very first of our clan to the present day tribe, we have all contributed to it. It’s our greatest wealth.

I have come face to face with it on so many occasions that it’s impossible to count. As I grew older my awareness of it became more apparent. I now have it every single day and notice it all the more, and most importantly, I practice it as well.

Each family has its own heirloom, some have royalty that is passed on from generation to generation, crowns worn, wars fought and kingdoms won. Other families have sentimental items, rings worn by great grandmothers through trying times, prejudice and discrimination. Items that remind them of who they are and where they’ve come from.

Our family heirloom is none of those things. Ours is the only thing we’ve been able to hold on to. Ours does not age but it does increase in value. It doesn’t contain royal blood but it has won kingdoms and battles. Ours is simple. Ours is love.


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