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Hope
We all have a different interpretation of what the word hope means to us.
To want something to happen or to be true, and usually have a good reason to think that it might
The Cambridge dictionary definition of hope.
So I’ve decided to think about what the word Hope means to me.
Hope is the ability to see the silver lining in one’s darkest moments.
Hope is about having the strength to hold on to a belief that no matter how scary and overwhelming life can be at times -we can get through those moments because we have done before.
Hope is holding into the belief that we can get better. We can grow and achieve our goals, dreams, and become the person we want to or aspire to be.
We all find different meanings in words. There is no wrong answer.
I decided to start writing ✏️ down words that I associate with the word Hope
Here is 3-minute Acrostic poem I wrote about hope 🙏
H ear heavenly angels descent.
O pen ears; wings in full flight.
P assion stirred; Fears dissolve.
E motions soar; new day begun.
Squwark sounds byte
https://youtu.be/9Gc4QTqslN4
Shake it
… shake it baby
prompting
This
Behaviour.
Uptempo Keys
unsilence the drama
a
hip-pity
a happy Russian Soviet bass choir impersona
caricature
I can’t rap
But I do
got flow
70% water — can’t make this shit up…
Scientists don’t discriminate-
Updated stream filled in
by today’s quantified current
His-
the premier
First and foremost a muse of note —
scale down the scratch post
lude blues.
Look
Above
common clouds count in beats
search for a pulse in
Metropolis Metronome
Vinylise –
no more inches to add to her form
other than to
intro- apple -genuisly feed
a podcast
worthy for wonderlands flowers to perform ?
‘mo brain mo crane’
Fly to the East
Sigh to the West
side with the South
Hustle with the true north.
Whatever get’s these words out
If this riff sounds willowy
Shucks,Throw in a hillbilly
Sound squwarks
Splat!
doo wee
doo wop
Guess what?
ain’t apologising for being an invader of my own rythmic space.
R. iveting
I.nsightful
P.ost
ha ha when you cha cha.
It’s dead.
‘it’s gone,Gym’
Giblets strutting down this street.
Shake a tail feather to those with the Harmonised Harlem shufflers feet.
Footwork.
Intro
Outro
vitro –
Dutch flowers
chiming the bell
toll
Modest mouse slam beatbox a scat cat.
improvise the blues in fluent meow-skies —
Stop.
Hammer time
Tell her where she lost the plot?
The living aint easy
life hint
Where is she at?
doing the wriggle worm , 8 years young
thinking ,
‘ maybe I’m a kid ‘— kidders rights to think
‘maybe I am shit hot.’
Impervious to the nonsense .
Tolerate her apparent nonchalance.
wind down tempo
No more Scratching ideas shape throw your hands in the air
Hit, publish —
have no shame telling people move on to another cloud
Your content is your own style and flair.
Sometimes you gotta groove the ghetto to let up some get up and get some get go.
Good Grief
Grief it churns out carbon dioxide
Thoughts lead by military force
Grief it strikes you across your cheek
If you dare ignore the ones hurt by your defeat
Grief it conjures a body to sway against life’s tide
Grief is tics revealed by neurosis
Call it the quacks to lead us to another direct line
You will be just fine
Shift a bit in the corner
Let it leave our hearts
For a retrieval
A chance to shine
Turn to this moment.
March forwards to a beat instilling a sense of playful footwork to the dance of living by being.
*writing poem challenge: describe grief in physical terms
Daisy in the willows 