What is poetry to you?


To me………Poetry is a song…… it is a message…… a message that only you as an individual can interpret.  That is what makes music such great food for the soul.  You can take a poem, give it a tune and there, you have a best selling track.  I know it’s not as easy as that, but if the world weren’t so market orientated, then these messages would be able to be deciphered.  I must be honest, I never used to appreciate poetry until I met my husband, who is a poet in his own “write”, excuse the pun, NOT.  I don’t know why, I am a late bloomer I know, 31 years old and only truly starting to understand the impact of what a poem can really do, and say….  You are able to pour your heart and soul into a rhyme, and for those poets like my husband who don’t like to rhyme.

There is a particular poet that I am really very fond of.  Her words touch my heart deeply.  Her name is Oriah Mountain Dreamer, she is the well known author of poems such as “The Invitation” and “The Dance”.  If you take the time to read her work, you will notice that there is a deep, meaningful message in her words.  Let me quote some of her words :

“It doesn’t interest me, what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.”

So the question is, do you have the guts, the guts to do what you want to do?  The guts to take a leap of faith and follow your heart? To take a chance? I know I do, but do YOU!

“I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake shout to the silver of the full moon,“Yes.”

We are all human….  we ALL make mistakes.  If anyone person says that they don’t, then that person is a liar.  We are not perfect, not 1 of us.  We are all imperfect beings, that make mistakes and at times fail.  Can you own up to your mistakes? Can you accept failure?  Can you openly admit that you have actually failed at something without letting it get you down?  Are you strong enough to shout out loud “HEY!!!!  I won’t be knocked down!”  Will you stand up, for yourself and for your family, and fight the inevitable fight, against yourself and the universe?  I know I will, but will YOU!

You see, we are all students of life, we learn new things every day.  Those ridiculously hard times that we have been through, those challenges that face us and make us believe that we just can’t go on any more…..  It is during those times that you must fight, fight for love, fight for faith, fight for whatever matters to you as an individual.  There is always a rainbow after a storm, find your rainbow and say “Thank you”.  Be grateful for all the blessings you have?  You may be like us, we are poor, financially challenged people, but we are SO RICH in what matters.  We have our love, our children, we have a house and a warm bed to sleep in at night.  We may eat like poor people too, but we never go to bed hungry.  We ARE RICH!  We are the most wealthy people on the face of this earth, all because we know how blessed we are, blessed with things and people that matter.  Here is something that I wrote, a short poem, read it and let me know what you think?

Life is a series of up’s and downs

Life makes your head spin, round and round

Just like a rollercoaster it bends and turns

We just have to be careful, not to get burned.

So what is this mystery we like to call life?

What do we say, when all things go right?

Life is a series of up’s and downs

Yet nowhere in life can gratitude be found.

My life is hard, my life is bleak

Moan moan moan, I feel so weak.

To hell with that, to hell with being bound

Stand up to life, stand your ground

So what is the moral of this sad, sad story?

Live your life in all it’s glory.

Find your happiness, wherever that may be

And live your life, be happy!

Happiness is a choice, it is a gift

Be grateful for it and you may just live.

Struggles are normal, challenges are good

It wouldn’t kill you to step back, and take a good look.

Take a good look, at all that you have

The blessings and gifts right in the palm of your hand.

Be happy, be grateful, dance and sing out loud

For you only have 1 life, best is to live it now.

YOU!!!  Yes YOU the one reading this……  live your life without fear, without worry and be happy.  Be grateful, for life is too short to allow petty materialistic rubbish to stand in your way of true happiness.

That is my message for today, affirm to yourself, I am happy!  Say it out loud, scream it if you must, but get that blood flowing and let the good flow into your heart. But most of all, say THANK YOU.

Namaste people of the page, much love and light to you all.

6 Degrees of Separation


The theory of the six degrees of separation is formed from the idea that each and every person is connected by six or fewer ‘chains’ of two people who share a certain connection. This short story bases itself against the theory, through the perspective of three childrens’ story characters: Darquesse (Skulduggery Pleasant), Hermione Granger (Harry Potter) and Elmo (Sesame Street) 

6 Degrees of Separation – A Mystical Tale

Darquesse summoned her power, sending beams of energy projecting into the distance, penetrating Hermione’s shield, splitting bricks, separating their atoms until they were invisible to the naked eye. The ground creaked beneath Hermione. The walls caved in around her. Her voice quivered as she sent a full body bind spell directly towards Darquesse. “Petrificus Totalus!” Darquesse simply swiped it away like it was nothing. Hermione clutched her wand, gripping so hard her hands went red. Darquesse disappeared and before she knew it, Darquesse was teasing and prodding at her from behind. Hermione could see nothing more than a single wisp of hair, when Darquesse had levitated herself up on top of Hermione. Her glare was as cold as winter.

“Where’s the boy,” she uttered.

Anxiously, Elmo peered through a stained glass window, watching Darquesse. His red fur was drenched with rain. What had that small, innocent girl become? How did she manipulate him into thinking good in her? How could her life be so full of lies? Upon meeting her, she was warm and kind, but now? Now she’s after him, hunting him, to suck out all of his magic.

It sucked.

He remembered that day. It was a day that was etched into his mind and would stay that way for eternity: When Darquesse stepped into Elmo’s World on Sesame Street. She was always so smiley, now her friendly smiles are a long memory of the past. He taught her how to count, then to turn objects into nothingness. Never did it cross his mind that Darquesse (then Stephanie) would use this basic magic, intended to bring about happiness and wonder, to inflict harm on others, including him. Her essential goal was to end the world, that Elmo knew, but why? That was the question that kept invading his mind.

As he was the one who initially exposed Darquesse to magic, Elmo knew that he could not just wait here for the world to end, he was the one and only thing that could stop this evil force.


With a single swipe Hermione too transformed into many atoms. Elmo brought her back the same way she was broken apart. Hermione looked herself up and down in total confusion. What had just happened? Meanwhile, Elmo looked into the fake warm eyes of his past disciple.

Her black jacket was impenetrable. Her extent of her magic could not be denied. Her hands were clenched and white light glowed around them. The air around her was cold and eerie.

“We meet again,” muttered Elmo.

Darquesse chuckled softly. “So it seems old man, but this time I am not your harmless student Stephanie, I am more than you could ever be.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Everything” Darquesse cackled maniacally.

“Wh-what’s going on?” Mumbled Hermione from behind.

“All’s well that ends well.” Replied Elmo in a sad tone.

“You’re not answering my question!”

“Some questions are meant to be left unanswered.”

Elmo flinched, light flickered in his eyes like a camera flashing repeatedly. Darquesse flashed her hands in and out as fast as she could as she edged towards Elmo, blinding him. But Elmo knew what she was up to. Using his ears, he could sense where she was and so he fired a sharp missile of energy into her chest. Completely stunned and surprised, Darquesse was sent firing straight into a brick wall. Hard and fast. But since she had learnt how to heal herself in milliseconds pain only affected her momentarily. Elmo knew that because of this, he needed a change of plan.

“You may act as you please Stephanie, or should I say Darquesse, for to you I am only a red fluff ball, and anyway I am way past my use by date” He chuckled softly.

“I always knew, from the moment you taught me how to count, that you weren’t as powerful as you acted – you’ve already given up!”

“So, get me on the right page here, Elmo… You taught Darquesse about magic, then she disappeared, stabbed you in the back…..” Her voice trailed off, whisked up into the dark sky”What were you thinking!”

Darquesse went on about how Elmo was so weak but while she was too busy talking herself up, Elmo was making a better use of his time.

A tickle brushed her brain, like a feather, but she failed to notice it, as she was preoccupied with her cockiness.

Something wriggled into her brain, like a worm, she felt it. It was too late though, she had already exposed her weaknesses to Elmo.

She screamed and frantically fled away, teleporting far from Hermione and Elmo. Not a single word was said by Darquesse.


But on the other side of the world, Darquesse was creating havoc, furiously firing the killing curse upon everyone she met.

Hermione peered into the prophecy ball.
“A lard of the Llama!” Darquesse screamed.
Her victim instantaneously dropped limp.

“No, this cannot not be!” Hermione exclaimed, for the first time genuinely dumbfounded

She looked Elmo in the eye. “This leaves us with only one option.”

So with Elmo trembling on her back and the prophecy ball firm in her grips, Hermione mounted her broomstick and soared across the starry sky.


-E Wen Wong


Haiku Snapshots


“Haiku is a snapshot in time. No veils, no mystery – it is exactly as it reads. The mind perceives everything moment by moment. The haiku is a moment in time, pure and unblemished.”-Mestre


water spreads on wings
clinging to the underside
beaded eyes watch on


Summer’s reflection,
water is cloaked by roses,
protected from harm