Author: Ash Douglas

Writer, Published Poet, WritersNL Member, Paralegal, Miawpukek First Nations, GymLife, Runner, Bike Writer, & Pun Enthusiast. I like my puns intended. ✍️ “I don’t claim to be a great writer, but I’m enjoying the journey of becoming one”

Journal Entry # 141 – We Must Believe!

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Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and above all confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something, and that this thing, at whatever cost, must be attained.  – Marie Curie

Safe Place

painting of a person swimming underwater

My throne upon wet stones.
Waves crashing making me get lost.
Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence.
No one would follow me to where I could go.
Time, I banished.
Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me.
Still, it fought back with the tides.
Afraid the ocean will swallow.
Strangle and take.
I struggle to leave, for this is the real I’ve felt til now.
Even if death is where I’ll be alive.

Last Call From Beyond

grayscale photography of human skull

There was an alone never felt before.
The night giving way to the morning.
I watched the mist dance.
Skin crawling from a day’s long.
As I sat paralyzed thinking every story was true.
Struck four and I heard a song.
Like something needed me in the flesh.
To watch them dance and sing.
Share spirits for a spirit.
Only I would ever see.
That night they all went free.
I awoke and the sun was shining.

Journal Entry # 140 – Quiet The Mind!

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Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak. – Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati

Grave Turn

black and white cemetery christ church

I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.

Wilting Love

red withering rose at daytime

I held the prettiest flower this morning.
It reminded me of you.
Sadly, it too had been plucked from its roots.

Bike Writer # 1

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New bike, new vision, and a whole new concept to my biking posts. Stay tuned!!

Harboured Feelings

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I had you for a while,
then…I lost you to the sea.
Alone in these narrows,
until the day you return to me.

 

Journal Entry # 139 – Laugh and Be Happy!

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Happiness is like peeing your pants. Everyone else can see it, but only you can feel its warmth.

Journal Entry # 138 – Health is Wealth!

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Your health is what you make of it. Everything you do and think either adds to the vitality, energy and spirit you possess or takes away from it. Ann Wigmore