Harry Is A Poet

Harry Mason
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  1. 3d ago

    #297 Rest

    Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day I will rest. But tomorrow I agreed work to be done, and it has to be my best. And there's this other favour, and that one too. I don't think the tomorrow's rest will likely come true. Maybe in a week? I'll say no to things people suggest. I'll schedule one day in when I can truly rest. Hold on though. I have this weekly commitment early each day. And that stuff in a month that I just can't delay. Next year, I'll be a whole different me. Maybe I'll stop my job and work and degree. And in that year, I'll make time to do nothing at all. Because otherwise I know I'll just hit a wall. When I am dead, maybe I shall lay still in my grave. Or maybe I'll still twist and turn and work and slave. With the knowledge of one more thing I should do. With a promise of rest held when eternity is due. True rest is needed, and not just doing a different task. The ability to stop. Breath. To collect yourself at last. We all need that time. A break from the day to day. And if I can't promise myself tomorrow's rest, then I shall rest today. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/09/rest.html

  2. Jul 4

    #296 The arc of the moral universe

    "Evil may so shape events that Caesar will occupy a place and Christ a cross, but that same Christ will rise up and split history into Ad and BC, so that even the life of Caesar must be dated by his name. Yes, 'the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice'" - Martin Luther King Jr *** It is a famous quote. You may have heard it before. It may have confused you and given you pause, So here I present it in a more full clause, To help you appreciate just what this quote may be for. In my eyes it is in nature spiritual The physical world may not follow the same It does not say the ruthless will be forgotten We remember both Christ's and Caesar's names It does not say that we don't need to try That fate will cast evil, eventually, with shame It talks of God's plan, how we struggle to see it But his will be the glory, and his will be the fame It may not serve as much comfort to persecuted nations Nor give the persecutors all that much hesitation Since, I believe, this quote is spiritual in its intentions So it may just give worshipers one notion of celebration That faith is worthwhile, in the eyes of the believer And that which is belongs to him, shall be rendered onto Caesar *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-arc-of-moral-universe.html

  3. Jun 27

    #295 Rain

    Do you fight the rain, or embrace it?Do you back down or do you face it?The rain hits hard, no one denies thatYet it's also bearable, you must realise thatIt may be unpleasant, or better from afarSounds better on the windows or roof of a carBut what if you know you'll have to walk in rain?Do you live your life inside in full restrain?Do you go outside, but only reluctantlyProtect what you can, shield your body lovinglyOr do you go out with open armsNo shield from rain, no shield from harmThe rain will pass. It's not that bad.Your body adapts. Do not be sad.Sometime you need to dive in, and let your mind be open.You don't chose life's conditions, just how you approach them.*** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/08/rain.html

  4. Jun 20

    #294 What she left behind

    I can't even remember her face any more I stared into her eyes for such a long time What colour were they? Hazy. Same as her hands, I so often held in mine She was kind to me, I remember that Especially when we left, tried to leave me with no pain And with it she took nearly everything. Memories. Seized along with her name. She was greater than me, in a way I could never know She was beautiful. Stunning. Someone I could never find. I've tried looking, but there was no clues. Nothing. There was only one thing she left behind. The one thing she couldn't remove. She probably didn't have a choice. She who one I loved. She who erased everything. She who left me alone. She I can't recall. I have but one final memory of it all. That she had the most lovely voice. *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/08/what-she-left-behind.html

  5. Jun 13

    #292 and #293 The Compass and The Instructor

    The Compass The compass was a gift from God But the needle refused to stay still I'd walk three miles through deepest bog Trying to follow its will Today is a day we go North! Needle held a steady line Next day was East. I went forth Then it showed South for a time Occasionally, I would stop Watch my compass circle round Dive and dance and spin and drop Sometimes point at the ground While stationary I would panic "I'm not going where I'm supposed to be" While walking I'd grow manic Following the whims of a force I could not see I know not where I'm being led I will walk through wind sun and shade Following the smallest crumbs of bread To feel that some progress has been made *** The Instructor The instructor, they took my hand Adjusted the grip on my waist Pushed my feet out slightly Gave three instructions to my face I had plenty of questions But knew I was not allowed to ask It was my job to learn This oh-so-difficult task The instructor was powerful But gentle in their touch I followed where they led And did not question. Much. Each time I tried, the same reply Was whispered in my ear Do not forget, my dear I am the instructor here In awe, I fell silent Until another question would arise This happened time and time again Until, to my surprise I finally lost myself in the dance. And then, for just a little while We danced together as a pair, and I saw the instructor smile *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-compass-and-instructor.html

  6. Jun 6

    #291 Loving Art

    One reason people don't understand music, poetry, dancing or artIs we are taught to analyse it at schoolYou need to fall in love, let it fill your heartLet it make you act a total foolYou must learn each step, remember each noteBreak down each and every lineAnd never feel the rhythm inside your throatNever live inside the rhymeYou must say to that world of cynicism and fearI don't know why, but I like this thingYes, this thing. This one right here.It fills my mind, makes me want to singDon't be afraid, or embarrassed or scaredLet it fill you to your coreAll art is flawed. All things are impaired.Don't let that stop you wanting moreBut you must learn to love, complete and trueThen, and only thenWill you want to break it down like school taught you tooYou will want to break it down, understand howThis song you heard or drawing you foundOpened you up more than you'd ever normally allowWith just a brushstroke, or word, or soundStudy has it's place. But it must not come first.Find that which means something to youThen break it down, if you have the thirstBut let yourself love it through and through *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/07/loving-art.html

  7. May 30

    #290 Young Icarus

    The sun is not for you, young Icarus You will burn your wings trying to reach so tall Let me burn my wings then So that in learning how to rise, I will know what it is to fall Just as I know it is better to have learned to dream Than never to have flown at all Icarus, The fall will be great You will never return to the sky Would it be better not to leave the ground? Should I also make sure I don't jump too high? To be human is to fail And what could be more human than one last great goodbye You must know restraint boy The world will learn lessons from how you fly What lessons do they expect? What marvels they may see Not one who has clipped wings But one who soars above the sea Your pride will be your downfall In both ways, you end alone But I will end up alone in the heavens either side My tale is not of caution The tale of Icarus is not of pride Just that it is possible to fail For those that dare to touch the sky *** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/07/young-icarus.html

  8. May 23

    #289 Dream, young child

    Dream, young child.Your path is before you.You could do a thousand thingsBut you can't do all of themSo, for now, you need to dreamYou need to aspireYou need to pickNeed to chooseNeed a way to pick the left forkOr, sometimes, know what's rightNo human will pick 'em quite like youSo you need to become yourselfDream, young childYour path is before youAnd you alone*** https://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/2018/07/dream-young-child.html

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A audio archive of the poems up at http://harryisapoet.blogspot.com/

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  • Creator
    Harry Mason
  • Years Active
    2021 - 2026
  • Episodes
    297
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