Summer ~ The Strix

Ah, summer. Lovely, summer. Here’s the next collab from the Strix. Mine…well, leave it to me to find something dark in summer. 🙂 Hope you enjoy all the artists who contributed! Give their pages a visit if you get the chance. If you want to contribute on a topic sometime, let us know. Always happy to see new faces.

~ Em

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This time the topic was chosen by John and I thought ‘Summer? Spring hasn’t even really started yet’. Then I realized, Summer did start in parts of the world already, as it also did where John lives. The Summer season may remind you of blue skies, with the sun shining bright, bringing warmth into your life again. However, if you’re in pain (mentally, physically, emotionally, financially) the sun might not make you feel better.

This month we’ve got requests from two great artists to create for a collaboration. We love to have others joining us and are sure, you will appreciate the entries of both S Francis and Janki, as much as we do.

We hope this collaboration gives you food for thought and also helps you to remind: there are more people in the world who might go through the ‘Summer blues’. However, don’t forget either, as cliché as it may be:

“Every Cloud has a Silver Lining.”

John Milton

~ Patty W.

~ from MimosaPudica

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Lure

 

You told me you loved me
in the ocean that day.
In the heat of our summer
our love was to stay.

Fell into your open arms
like a sail on a windless day;
you caught me, mermaid fish
fooled by staged flashy play.

Your eyes spoke contorted desire
to keep a gentle sea treasure;
a trophy proudly conquered
for your own distorted pleasure.

On your enchanting lure
sewn with words, colored;
hung with saccharin promises,
false display you glittered.

Dangling from invisible line
— you yanked,
snagged…I sputter.
— you cranked,

Hooked…I reel — in your truth.
Blinded by sun in my eyes,
its warmth mocked the cold
inside your heart’s ice.

You told me you loved me
in the ocean that day,
the end of our summer,
the start of my decay.

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm 

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Three Haiku’s

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Friendship is summer,

Where chats are its cute beaches,

And trust it’s sunscreen.

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Let me be summer,

And summer be what I am,

‘coz summer is best.

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Grandpa and Grandma

In summer vacation teach,

Just what life taught them.

~ Janki R.

~ from LettersToLife 

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Strange Weather Patterns

Scientists give them names

Ominous Names

Foreign Names

that mean little

to plain speaking folk:

it’s still hot in the summer

and cold in the winter

even in New Orleans.

Who do we blame? A stranger initiates

an unexpected debate in the bagel shop.

He crosses space dug by digital divides

to challenge the certainty of our solution.

Time won’t cool the tempers just

increase the gap into indifference.

Perhaps we blame ourselves?

We fail to recognize humanity

across the distances that divide

within the differences that hide

the common rhythm of our pulse.

If two remained would we still seethe

or would we reveal a love hidden by

failed assumptions in this experiment?

I just turn down the noise

until I can hear the cricket rub

his legs together in my mud room.

I wonder if the Earth has

decided it is time for a change

never really considering

either side of the argument.

~ S. Francis

~ from SailorPoet 

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~ Sarah from ArtExpedition

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Authentic ~ The Strix

The next topic for collaboration by The Strix is “Authentic.” Lots of ways to go with this one, as you will see below.  Enjoy the mix.

~Em

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~ The Only You ~

Give me your bold truth

show me your whole face

reveal me your entire heart

peel back your camouflaged layers

tell me your past, your past’s past

feed me your version of facts

open up your naked soul raw

read me no narratives false

underneath the molded mask

lifetimes of crevices and cracks

tears left miles of salty marks

but so did smiles with their spark

creased by giggles, laced with love

every line I kiss, every line adored

authentically you

the only

you

I want

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm

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~ Das eigene Haus – Your Own Home; street photography Berlin, 2016 ~ 

The meaning of art is slightly different in art than for instance what it means in philosophy. Everything I do is authentic, because it was me who did it. Therefore, all I create is authentic. The photograph I choose for this topic reflects what is, to me, authentic in society nowadays.

I took this photo last summer and it has disturbed me ever since. It shows an impromptu homeless camp under a bridge. The thing is, as sad as it is, that´s not what disturbed me. What did, was the poster that had been recently been added to the wall, although this is a well-known place for the homeless since it´s in good area in the city and thus a bit safer than others. 

The poster titles: “Das eigene Haus” – “Your own Home” – an advertisement for an exhibition about housebuilding. I´m still speechless at the thoughtlessness that made those men put it up there… That´s how society is nowadays: the poor and the rich side by side, with the latter mocking the former. That´s what is authentic in society in my mind…

~ Sarah

~ from Art Expedition

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~ False Or Copy ~

“False or copied?”

NO!!!

“Fake or floppy?”

NO!!!

“Genuine and real?”

YES!!!

“Came from the original seal?”

YES!!!


Authentic antique, my soul is,

Supported by unquestionable evidence,

That is how it goes, that is how it is,

The soul does not lie, it is full of elegance.


I…….it represents its own nature,

A belief that can only be comprehended by me.

To show virtue is to see a little feature

Of what is like to be me.


So you continue asking:

“False or copied, floppy or fake?”

And all I say is “NO, NO and NO” till you see me in my casket.

I almost break,

Just to be like everyone else, but now…….now I just remember the ache.


So I say “Yes to genuine,

Yes to real and yes to my authenticity”

That’s the sign for me to shine,

Indeed, complexity full of simplicity.

~ M. O.


~ from EmotionsOfLife

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In a world, in which even leaders are turning to manufactured evidence and try to sell that to us for the truth and/or try to convince us the truth is fake, I really feel we should address the importance of authenticity.

Why is it, we feel we can’t be ourselves any longer; we became scared to be authentic?

The color of your skin, your gender, your sexual preference, being rich or poor should not hold you back in being you. Whatever may have happened to you in the past, or has been inflicted upon you; don’t let it hold you back either, to pursue your dreams. Don’t let anyone convince you, you are unworthy: we ALL matter.

The journey you take usually is more important than the goal you try to achieve, however sometimes the goal itself outshines the path we walk on.

Please, don’t turn away from news-stories, because you are sick of hearing the painful truth about what is happening in our world. It is your world too. Maybe you think what happens for instance in the USA or in Africa doesn’t affect you directly: think again. The world just seems big, it really isn’t.

Reach out to, stand tall together with, support, fight in a non-violent way with, your neighbor at this earth. Listen to each other’s stories, help when asked for, so we all can feel whole again.

As soon as we stop being authentic, stop telling and sharing our real stories and true feelings, authenticity will be lost in shallowness.

~ Patty W.

~ from Mimosa Pudica

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Silence ~ The Strix

Please enjoy the latest submission from The Strix collaborating on the topic “Silence.”

~ Em

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Happy to present you another collaboration we created and this time the topic was Zigyasa’s choice: very excited our art-sister could rejoin us. Sarah stepped in for John again, thanks dear! and last but definitely not least: the lovely Jyotee, our guest-artist at this collab.

In the Netherlands we have a quote “Spreken is zilver, zwijgen is goud”, translated it is: “Speaking is silver, silence is golden”. Yes, there are times you should think twice before you speak and the way you talk to someone, is also something to think about. However,

I strongly believe – and I am certain The Strix does too – your voices are worthy to be heard!

One of the best ways to speak up, to communicate, to connect is via art: Poetry, Music, Stories, Thoughts, Paints, Sketches, et cetera.

Enjoy the voices of The Strix through our art…

~ Patty W.

 

~ from Mimosa Pudica

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Shades of nothing

roll across waves of space

in darkness tempted

by stars’ growing grace

In silence, implosions

the quiet destruction

to begin anew in black

history writing, written

In the vacuum, eyes hear

in bright yellow sparks

fire roars in retinas

not one sound stirred

Save the sound of the soul…

it squirms, the speed of light

dances in silence

…in silence, free

~ Emily C.

 

~ from PoetGirlEm

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How do thine eyes weave numerous rhymes

Thine silence plus-es many worlds and words

Soulful and soothing like those wind chimes

Few blossom like springs others cut like swords

Me admit mine clue-less flaws and cowardice

You are a walking poetry, I am no poet

could thee not feel me and mine silent cries

You are the sea, I am a ship, sink and float

Noise-less me word-less thee and souls weep

Because you are not just the air I breath

Smiles of thine ignites shrine, more I creep

You are me, mine, besides and beneath

Dear mine, Let the silences burst into noises

Expectations will die, And love blooms like roses !!!

—-“A Shakespearian sonnet”—

~ Jyotee

 

~ from LifeIsAllAboutPain

 

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Their legs hung over the edge of the cliff, teasing each other, giggling and throwing back their heads in laughter, the air cleansing their souls, and the echoes ringing in their ears, it was all so pure.

The birds were about to fly back to their nests, the air had become cooler, and the clouds were darkening, it was a beautiful dense blush in the skies. The sun had gone behind their backs, as it travelled to the other side of the globe, slowing time where they sat. They were quiet now. Their laughter still suspended in the air, a happy dusk, a metaphor poets would hardly use. But that was the magic of this moment. Looking out to the valley spread right below their legs, the wholeness and greatness of the expanse and depth of the mountains and valleys, the greens washed over with hues of the copper light from above, just described the emotions running through them.

 

Pure happiness.

Even now, when they were quiet, thinking of what they had said, the moments they had just shared, and how it all had come easily to them. How speaking did not matter now. How the silence talked between them. How it meant all that words could never explain. How it expressed feelings and connections no bond could meet. A sudden still in the fast-moving life, it was a break from all the stupid little things we bothered about. Their voices had slept, deep in their throats, and the ears could listen to this moment speaking to them. Urging them to stay where they were. And they stayed. Deep inside their hearts, they made a place for this silence, to live inside them forever. They ate up as much of this feeling as they could. They stored this silence inside them, so that they could seek for it when things were not right. They were happy, close, and overwhelmed. They were together. The silence bound them in a way words never could.

He looked up, eyes focused on her beautiful face. She smiled, feeling his eyes on her. When she looked at him her eyes were bright and soothing and wanting to drown in his deep ones. They smiled, and looked away again, at the life around them, at everything that moved around them. The clouds clearing away from the sky, the last bird flying high above their head, the little bees buzzing toward their combs, cutting faint lines in the quiet air, little animals running deep into their burrows and seeking slumber. The whole world seemed to be peacefully asleep, and yet they were here, with each other.

 

The moment never ended.

The bond never broke.

The understanding wordlessness remained between them.

Forever.

 

~ Kashaf S.

 

~ from AWORDWARRIORSBLOG

 

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My heart ached

As my eyes bled

Pain in my soul

Remain trapped

I stayed calm

My tears creamed hard

Melted all my sorrow

Traveling their way

From my cheeks to my toes

YOU

Are you too another ME?

Are you too gulping your own blood

For they silenced US

When we had words to speak

Sometimes I wonder

Why did they silence

you and me…

 

 

~Zigyasa K.

 

From MySestina

 

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Fantasy ~ The Strix

Considering where my mind is, you won’t be surprised where my poem is for this installment from The Strix.

Em

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Throughout history, art has been a way to express feelings, concerns, opinions. Nowadays, art is still used for that purpose. Art is also a way to reach out to, and, maybe even more important, to connect people.
With a hidden world-war becoming a visible and very real one, art is needed again. Read our art, listen to the messages, take it in.
Reach out, connect.

Patty
The Strix

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Freedom should not be a fantasy

For all it should be a right

And where others have it,

Theirs hands must extend the fight

To bring in the lost and starving

From lands that deny them peace

To hold them in warm comfort

Immigrants, and wayward refugees

As when one loses human rights

All humans lose their liberty

Freedom should not be a fantasy

Denying it is evil’s egocentric vanity

So stand up tall and reject this hate

Speak for those who are targeted

Don’t relax and accept our fate

For their fate and ours

are connected

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm

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~ from JUANDERING ARTIST

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Escape into Fantasy
Only option left
to create a peaceful reality?

~ Patty W.
~ from Mimosa Pudica

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A dark ink blue of the sky faded into a beautiful dawn.
A bright morning blushed and glowed warm,
The echoing silence gave in to the sweet songs of morning,
The rains that were making love with sorrow,
Gave the rainbow clad sky, a newborn charm.

All the fantasies defeated the nightmares,
The day shone gold as dreams came true,
All the life filled back into the world
As the sky turned the palest blue,
and the clouds were painted silver.

My fantasy, a place, a happy place in the dark, cold world. A dream that shall come true if
we all think bright and positive and happy. A fantasy of every human being,
to make the earth, our paradise,

if only we take the efforts to be happy!

Kashaf S.

~ from AWORDWARRIORSBLOG

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Resolutions ~ The Strix

Resolutions. Love them or hate them? Here are some reflections from The Strix on resolutions. (My poem is second one down.)

Personally…I’m not much of a believer. I don’t make promises I don’t know I can keep, to others or to myself. One moment at a time. But, if they work for you, I will cheer you on! 🙂

Em

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A whole new year ahead, for The Strix too, which means we will publish 24 compilations created by our core members. Some of us will be busy with achieving new year’s resolutions: for those occasions, we are grateful we can depend again on our art-friends.

Zigyasa and Kashaf weren’t able to join us this time (we missed you ladies!), fortunately our art-friend Manuel had time to step in. The topic is chosen this time by Alpe John, our core sketcher, who in addition regularly shares beautiful thoughts and stories.

A whole new year ahead for all us: continue the path we are walking on, or choosing a new one…Chasing old dreams, or new ones: whatever you do, make sure you enjoy every second of your life. The saying is true you know: life is short! Did you think last year passed by fast, I tell you, the older you get, the faster time will fly.

January is just halfway through, are you feeling overwhelmed already?

Breathe…
Read…

Beautiful pieces of my art-family below

Take it in…

Then continue sailing along life’s flow.

~ Patty W.

~ from DREAMPACK 

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Resolve

resolve to be.
resolve to only
feel
this
breath.
resolve not to
seek perfection.
resolve
this
one
step.
resolve only
acceptance.
resolve your worries.
resolve not to
hate yourself.
resolve to be
yourself.
resolve to love
yourself.
resolve
to live this today.
resolve to stay
out of tomorrow.
resolve to
not promise.
resolve to
let go.

And it will
be.

~ Emily C.

~ from PoetGirlEm

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To lose weight
To create
To stop the hate
To walk straight

This and more goals to be attained
A new year that will not be stained?

To exercise
To stop the cries
To be wise
To break the ties

More and more into the list
Would it become mist?

To spend less
To lower the stress
To learn to say YES
To learn to express

Every single one can be achieved
Would you be deceived?

To stop smoking
To stop provokin
To be more open
To start reading the omen

So many resolutions
Issues? Perhaps, they all have a solution.
Let us see what we can do this year
Let us face it without fear.

~ Manuel O.

~ from EMOTIONSOFLIFE2016

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Thanks for all the good times 2016.

Hello 2017.

Yet another year has passed, and people all over the world are hopeful that this year would be a good one, if not better. We make plans and set goals, telling ourselves, “this year is the year I start saving”, or “I’m finally gonna start eating healthy”. The list goes on.

But isn’t this an all-too-familiar scene. Haven’t we said the same last year? Or the year before. What happened? What became of those goals when all the determination ran out and the excitement of the new year ran its course.

It’s not at all bad. At least the will to change is there. That’s good. But what’s not good is if the will is weak. If we easily give into temptation, then we just repeat the same cycle all over again.

So this year, I’m making things easier for my sake. My resolution this 2017 is to do more by doing less. Instead of doing it all in one year, I’m picking some realistic ones and pushing the “more ambitious” goals to 2018. Or maybe later this year, after accomplishing the rest.

I invite you to do the same. 🙂 Let’s have an amazing year!

~ AlpeJohn

~ from JUANDERING ARTIST
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Trust ~ The Strix

Here is the next installment from The Strix. Please enjoy and visit these talented artists.  You can find my entry the second one down.

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Something not bought,
But hard-earned.
Something not asked,
But freely given.

It is a gift,
Given when a stranger
Becomes a friend.
Free, but precious,

Please take care,
Of this fragile thing.
For it’s impossible to fix,
Once broken.

~ AlpeJohn

~ from JUANDERING ARTIST

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Ledge

on the ledge
far jump
her faith, wobbly
her heart, numb
adrenaline flows
lifetime of woes
all have left her
no one to know
she built her own
strength, fight
comeback girl
wants to fly
just not sure
how to land
feather in hand
it floats
down to ground
distance darkened
by black matter pain
there was only
her light
she leapt
great heights
no one to catch her
just her own
two feet

~ Emily

~ from PoetGirlEm

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Phoenix

When your world is burnt to ash,
When you are hit more than you can take,
When it’s a struggle to breathe,
When you are dying alive,
And you are one step away from eternal failure,

Remember, not all hope its lost,
For even ashes build up ruined cities,
You are but one man!
Trust yourself little phoenix,
For I’d trust you can
You shall spread your wings and rise above all
Leaving your past, a mere shadow,
For all you you can try….
Just trust yourself!

~ Kushal Gorti

~ from A Misled Writer

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The weakest bonds,
The pain of the past, the fears,
Break the strongest ties,
The hesitation, the shaken belief,
A broken heart, the tired emotions,
The screaming head, the bursting tears,
The dreams, washed over with lies,
Is it too good to be true, doubts and frustration ,
A restless soul, never finding relief.
A life walking hand in hand with another,
Was now stranded, cold and empty,
But it continued with memories of firsts,
All alone, further on its journey,
Looking for pieces of its broken trust.

~ Kashaf S.

~ from AWORDWARRIORSBLOG

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Trust each other, not a simple task
These days maybe too much to ask
How can we trust another human being
If misery is all we are seeing

Trusting yourself, your gut feeling
In our world that needs healing
Requires to take down your mask
To release vulnerability out of your flask

The ghost of the bottle we can be ourselves
If we sweep hatred from the shelves
Restoring hope and love is a must
We should
We need
To trust

~ Patty Wolters

~ from DREAMPACK

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Fairy ~ The Strix

Bewitched

She wasn’t born a faerie;
she earned her wings
her own way.

Her imagination started early
just out of night’s skies
when the sun rose
the glittered light shone

Her magic coaxed forth
wings tickled, prickled
out of her strong back
fluttered to life, a surprise

Forest creatures came to life
the mushrooms spoke to her
the elves and gnomes
hiding ‘neath them
welcomed her home
for a pint of mulled cider
to warm her bones

But her magic
was already there;
she could see the elves
dance with the gnomes
hear the mushrooms
before the wings grew

because she believed

her world was already
magic
faerie
storied

bewitched.

~ Emily

~ from PoetGirlEm

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Allow me to give you a glace of my native mythology…

Diwata. That is my mother tongue’s word for Fairy. Not unlike other lore, a diwata lives on deep and enchanted forests, away from the human civilization. We believe they are guardians of the forest and all the animals that live there.

In our mythology, a diwata is usually a shy entity. They avoid human contact, and can materialize or disappear at will. Or sometimes, they disguised themselves as birds, butterflies, or other animals.

A diwata is kind and helpful as well. There are stories of lost travelers, where in a diwata helped them get of out of the forest. And some, rescuing and protecting locals from a storm.

On the other hand, there are rumors of missing people as well–one of the speculations is that they were intentionally led astray by a playful diwata. And some scarier stories are being cursed by a diwata, mostly because they tried to harm the trees, or may be one of the beloved forest animals. Not that surprising really. They are the protectors after all.

But unlike the ones we see on movies, diwatas are not small creatures. On the contrary, they are of the same size as humans, with very human like features. Some believed they have very enchanting voices, that they use to lure humans that they fell in love with.

The most popular diwata probably is Maria Makiling. She’s supposed to live on Mount Makiling. The various peaks of the mountain are said to be the very image of her, lying on her side. Others diwatas are Maria Sinukuan and Maria Cacao, residing on Mt Arayat and Mt Lantoy, respectively. (You might be wondering why they have “Maria” in their names. In our dialect, maria means lady.)

~ AlpeJohn

~ from JUANDERING ARTIST

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~ Sarah

~ from SECRETARTEXPEDITION

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Fairies are known as mythological creatures, as old gods (Celtics), in some religions they are similar to angels and in the Netherlands, someone who is called a fairy is a kind loving person.
Did you know a Fairy is also a type of poetry?
It consists of eleven words, starting with one word building up to four and the last (eleventh) word should provide an answer for the poem overall.

You
And Me
Strangled tight forever
Overcoming all life challenges
Unity

~ Patty Wolters

~ from DREAMPACK 

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