Showing posts with label nurture. Show all posts
Showing posts with label nurture. Show all posts

Monday, 10 October 2022

Up Against it

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber

Several new readers appear to disagree with my view that poetry is all-inclusive. One reader comments, "I enjoy and relate to many of the poems on your gay poetry blog archives, but each to his own, surely?  How can an LGBT + person expect to relate to general - i.e. straight  poetry?

Well, I posted the post-poem below on my general poetry blog today and defy any readers to say they cannot relate to it at all.. Being human is what humanity is all about, whoever, wherever we are  and whatever our gender, sexuality, ethnicity, politics, religion...

The main reason I remained in the closet till my 30's is because many people are so hung-up on stereotypes that they don't see the person. It is GOOD that narrow minds are opening up, especially among young people,,, but the same is as true today as it was when I was a young man some 60+ years ago.   

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“The fearful unbelief is unbelief in yourself.” - Thomas Carlyle  

“Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.”- James Thurber

“I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship.” - Louisa May Alcott

“We consume our tomorrows fretting about our yesterdays.” - Persius

“Fear makes us feel our humanity.” - Benjamin Disraeli

 Now, overheard in a supermarket: 

1st person:” I am so tired of feeling up against it all the time. First, the pandemic. Now, soaring prices and having to worry about putting food on the table, not to mention keeping a roof over our heads with flexible mortgages hitting the damn ceiling…"

2nd person: "You said it! Half the time, I don’t know whether I’m coming or going, any more than our new Prime Minister if you ask me…"

Yours Truly, guilty of earwigging again, yes! But... reassuring to know that other people are feeling much the same as I do… wry bardic grin

Fear of the unknown is hard to contend with at any time, and people are scared. Hospital cases for  Covid-variant  cases are reportedly on the rise again here in the UK and the cost of living crisis is hitting everyone hard, especially low-to-medium earners, among whom those with families to feed and care for are, as always in times of socio-economic crisis, the hardest hit.

As always, there are no easy answers. We can but keep looking on the bright(er) side of life and trust in a return to it sooner rather than later. In the meantime, we have a common responsibility to do our best to rise above the worst - whatever that may be - and carry as many people with us as we can.

As the shoppers went their separate ways, each flung the other a bright smile. However tough the way ahead is looking, best foot forward with a smile to match has to be a good start, yes?

YES. 

I shuffled on, my bad leg as determined to make the best of past-present-future, whatever, as the rest of me…not ready to welcome the Grim Reaper just yet. wry bardic chuckle 

UP AGAINST IT

I may test mind-body-spirit
through its storms,
while continuing to nurture
heart-and-soul,
far more than it seems to either
casual or intimate eye,
even as I am feverishly plotting
against it by way of doing my very best
to deprive my host of rest

I insinuate the weaker aspects
of all humanity, 
until mind-body-spirit feels
comfortable enough
with my presence to take me
almost for granted, all set 
to be led like a lamb to slaughter
yet, without reckoning on the homing call
of its native heart-and-soul

Confidently, I'll feel my way
through such various
calms and rages as mixed feelings
invariably impose,
only to underestimate the skills
of a human spirit
to catch me out, albeit (too) often 
at the last minute, thwarting my endeavours
to leave no survivors…

I am that fear of a darker past-present-future,
for want of care, resilience and nurture

Copyright R. N. Taber 2022




Saturday, 30 June 2012

Green Fingers

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R._N._Taber

Today’s poem first appeared on the blog in 2010. Only recently, someone got in touch to say he identified with it so much that he showed his house-sharer...and they are now partners in every sense of the word.

Now, sometimes close friends need to get closer, and getting close to nature might just be a push in the right direction...

Oh, but I so love a happy ending, don’t you?

GREEN FINGERS

Each time I’d look up and see you
smiling from some herbaceous border,
sparrows on the washing line,
daisies on the lawn, sunshine spread
like a burst balloon; I longed
to know for sure what’s in your head?
Do I take it as read I’m only here
to cut the grass, prune the rose trees,
weed the beds, rid the greenfly,
get the garden looking as it should?
Oh, and I would, if only you’d see
to that damn border instead of grinning
at me as if to say other things
need sorting too (Oh, and how!)
like...NOW

Come on, what are we waiting for?
Let’s get going right away, the daisies
will still be here another day
and Earth Mother told the sparrows
we’re gay; a lonely Eden,
this shared pain left unspoken,
the sparrows' cheery chorus
covering up for its ties, unbroken
even by our silences...
Oh, labours of love! Busy hands
in the earth, green fingers
learning all about life, death, rebirth,
how you and I will find our way,
looking world and sparrows in the eye
every day...

Copyright R. N. Taber 2005; 2016

[Note: Slightly but significantly revised from the original poem that appears in A Feeling for the Quickness of Time by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books, 2005.]