Category Archives: Another Day Someday

au revoir pour le moment

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Taking my own advice and slowing down for the summer to BREATHE 🙂

I will be back before you know it, until then stay awesome, see your own beautiful, unleash your gifts and talents, make a difference. Keep shining those incredible lights, dreaming all of those possible dreams and changing the world one courageous act of goodness and decency at a time. Thank you for sharing this part of my life’s journey with me and for always being so kind, encouraging and inspiring. You all make my world a better, lovelier place to be, thank you for that.

God bless you lots today and every day.

My very kindest regards to you all always,

Tracey 🙂

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Poetry in the frame.

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Poetry in the frame.

‘Poetry in the frame’ is my very latest collection of thoughts and photographs.

Like my previous works of this nature, ‘Poetry in the frame’ is a collection of simple thoughts and images, written and produced specifically to help and encourage you daily, along life’s ever changing, ever more demanding highways and byways. I sincerely hope they help you not only take time to breathe, to be a little more mindful of the incredible life and beauty all around you, but also to be a little less hard on yourself as you continue finding your way home. Because this life is an untameable ocean to traverse of the best of days and if I can perhaps just walk with you a while, help carry your load, even in such a small way, then that to me is a shared and most beautiful blessing for us both.

All that is left for me to say is, it is my very great honour and privilege to be able to share with you a little ‘Poetry in the frame’. I hope that you enjoy what you see and what you read and I pray that they bless, edify, inspire and bring love, peace, joy and healing to your heart and to your soul….  © Tracey Odessa Kane Author Poet.

opportunity

When what we say and what we mean are the same things,

Perception and Purpose start working together to create Opportunity.

 

victim

Self-loathing and self-doubt robs and kills the potential within good men

Turning them from the Super-Hero of their own story, to the victim of it.

 

priorities

Making war a priority over the things that truly matter,

Is like putting poison into our own food and drink.

 

round 1

When God made the world, when He created humanity,

I think He had something else in mind when He said,

“Dream Big…Knock Yourselves Out”…

 

faith

Faith is not a gift gained by the ability to see bad things coming

It is a gift gained by the grace & mercy we show when they arrive.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 31st January 2017 ©.

Illustrations by Tracey Odessa Kane 2017 ©.

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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Poetry in the frame.

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Poetry in the frame.

‘Poetry in the frame’ is my very latest collection of thoughts and photographs.

Like my previous works of this nature, ‘Poetry in the frame’ is a collection of simple thoughts and images, written and produced specifically to help and encourage you daily, along life’s ever changing, ever more demanding highways and byways. I sincerely hope they help you not only take time to breathe, to be a little more mindful of the incredible life and beauty all around you, but also to be a little less hard on yourself as you continue finding your way home. Because this life is an untameable ocean to traverse of the best of days and if I can perhaps just walk with you a while, help carry your load, even in such a small way, then that to me is a shared and most beautiful blessing for us both.

All that is left for me to say is, it is my very great honour and privilege to be able to share with you a little ‘Poetry in the frame’. I hope that you enjoy what you see and what you read and I pray that they bless, edify, inspire and bring love, peace, joy and healing to your heart and to your soul….  © Tracey Odessa Kane Author Poet.

apreciate

Those who appreciate and contemplate

Seldom have to compensate.

 

soul food

Optimism adds to the soul

What the sun adds to the sky.

 

dont worry

 

Don’t worry if you’re only half way there…

You’re still more than half way past most other people.

 

dream

 

Many a dream has failed to come to pass

Simply because the dreamer failed to think it through.

 

art

Sometimes the most beautiful thing about art is

The mess it takes to create it…

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 13th June 2017 ©.

Illustrations by Tracey Odessa Kane 2017 ©.

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

my books

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Box Off

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If someone crafts a box with you in mind, it doesn’t mean you have to get in it.

You decide where you do and do not fit, no one else get to make that call…T.Odessa Kane ©

Box Off

I do not wish to diligently learn how to

craft a box that I can grow old Inside.

I do not want to know how to precisely

tick a box, stroke my ego, feed my

pride. I do not want to be shown how to

craft boxes for others, nor how to create

for them a label, I do not want to constantly

be making spot checks, deciding who is

and who is not worthy, of value, able.

I do not want to build my life at your expense

nor do I want you to build your life at mine

I do not want to daily count the cost,

fall ever short of the plumb-line. I do

not want you to treat me like I am a friend

when to you I’m but a job, I don’t want

to be groomed, not broken, coerced

I do not want you my soul to rob.

I do not want to dream all of those impossible

dreams, in order to toe your line.

I do not want to break nor sell myself

short, whilst on my gifts you dine.

I do not want to lose, or to starve

the best of me, simply to feed the worst

of you, I do not want to wear your chains

I do not want to give you credit that is not due.

 I do not want to learn how to craft a box

that I can grow old inside, I do not want to know

how to tick a box, how to stroke my ego,

feed my pride.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 23rd Feb 2017 ©

Taken from the book ‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane ©.

‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ will be available to purchase November 2017.

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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Zeitgeist… ‘Woman’ Spirit of the Age.

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Zeitgeist… ‘Woman’ Spirit of the Age.

Inchoate though her ideas are thought to be

And zealous her passions deemed,

Impetuous she’s told are her heart, her souls desires

Because equality is of what she dreams.

Though daily she is chased by life, by man

And resolutely told to mind her place,

She cannot neglect the gifts she has

That would help transform the human race.

And so picking up her shield of justice

Raising her sword of faith, of truth,

She sets forth upon her journey

To verify her place, reveal the proof.

That her life it has great meaning

And her voice needs to be heard,

And to force her to live a life subservient

Is totally nonsensical, it’s absurd.

For she has been created, commissioned

To ensure man is not alone,

Not so she could fetch and mend and carry

Not so she can cook and clean his home.

But to walk with him an equal

An ally, a trusted colleague, a friend,

A life partner for all seasons

Someone on whom he can depend.

But man’s fears see only difference

See only a stranger in female guise,

His lust for power and position sees only opponent

Sees only a victim, or trophy, a prize.

Man never sees her as he truly ought

As one with her own purpose, her own mind,

He never sees her for what she is really worth

And thus to life’s true meaning he remains completely blind.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1 March 2015 ©.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

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my books

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

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Wide Awake

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Wide Awake

I’m to awake and I’m too thoughtful

To sleep at ease, with peace tonight,

So many questions lie unanswered

So much dark within this light.

How on earth to gain the moment

That will access my full worth,

That will lift me to aspire

And carry me across the surf.

I seek a glimpse of inspiration

A thunderbolt, a ray of hope,

A second sight, some inner vision

A sharpened blade to cut this rope.

Could the answer lie within prayers…

Or affirmations, hung in trees,

Or in the book of imagination

The song of love, the chant of ease.

I’m too awake and I’m too wanting

To close my eyes and turn away,

I have not finished what I started

I won’t submit not now, no way.

I feel the need and must obey it

To seek the road that lies ahead,

To taste the fruit of long lived labour

Whilst I’m alive, before I’m dead.

Surely there must be indication

A simple cross, a tiny flame,

An open door, a secret panel

A set of numbers or a name.

I’m too awake and I’m too hungry

I have a need a must fulfil,

To understand, to seek, to conquer

To discover that which forges will.

In the ticking passing hours

I hear a tiny little voice,

I didn’t ask for quite expect it

It seems I never had a choice.

For in my defying, sleepless motion

I have unearthed a treasure deep,

It seems that life and all her answers

Lie within the thoughts we keep.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 13th May 1997 ©.

Illustration by Tracey Odessa Kane 20th July 2017 ©.

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Taken from the book ‘Touch Somebody Love Somebody’ by Tracey Odessa Kane 1999 ©.

Touch Somebody Love Somebody is available to purchase as a paperback on Amazon.

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

my books

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Bereft

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Bereft.

 

Let he who is without

sin – pick the first stone

from the pile.  Something sharp

sturdy heavy, so it stings

long after it has been thrown –

so it reminds all for a while.

That in this life, upon

this land, we walk the thinnest

line – traverse the path

of heaven, hell,  whilst spending

our allotted time.  And all good people

in their masses, care not

who you are, have no desire

To read your story – No inclination

to follow your star…

They do not care nor do they wish

to know, if you are kind or if you

are wise, if the light of love

shines in your eyes, it matters

not to them that truths your prize.

To them you but a face –

A face in a crowd they do not

see, a voice in a riot

they do not hear – a photograph

that’s not quite clear.  And yet

they’ll act as judge, as jury.

In a heat beat they’ll condemn.

Tear your world apart.

Insist that you’re not of them.

And one by one they will bend down,

picking stones up off the floor …

forgetting in a heartbeat,

to judge another is sin for sure.

And as he/she casts the first stone

All of heaven holds its breath –

for the proof long been suspected dawns

Mankind of love – it is bereft.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane  14th January 2017 ©

Taken from the book ‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ written by Tracey Odessa Kane ©.

‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ will be available to purchase November 2017.

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

my books

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The richest man in Bolton

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The richest man in Bolton

I met a man with no shoes.

His soul was laid wide open, bare.

He cared not for fashion

And he didn’t wish for comfy chair.

He was full of wit and wonder.

He embraced life like a child.

He drank beauty in like water

And a  list of his treasures, he had compiled.

He loved the colours in a rainbow

And he loved the clouds up in the sky.

He loved the busyness of life

As it quickly hurried by.

He loved the sound of children’s laughter;

He loved seeing their eyes sparkle, shine,

He loved the smell of coffee

And he thought roses were divine.

He loved the sound of silence.

He loved each drop of rain.

He loved the stars at night

And he loved dusk turning to day again.

He loved the kindness of strangers;

He loved each helping hand.

He loved to be there just to listen.

He loved those footprints in the sand.

He loved the sound of music

And he loved to watch people dance.

He loved to sing his heart out.

He loved to reminisce about his childhood in France.

He loved the wisdom of the elderly

And he loved the effervescence of the young.

He loved both courage and compassion

How love the taste of chocolate —  how it melted on his tongue.

He loved life’s wonders and its mysteries, indeed,

He loved life through and through!

And I am so blessed that I have met him,

The man who has no shoes.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane  16th May 2016  ©

Illustration by Tracey Odessa Kane 11th July 2017 ©.

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This poem is taken from the book ‘Another Day Someday’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books June 30th 2017.

‘Another Day Someday’ is available to order/purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback,

from many major book retailers, through Rowanvale Books 

or through my Author website:  http://www.todessakane.org

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

 

my books

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on LinkedinTwitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Enough Said?

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 Enough Said?

The more advanced our communication

The less and less we seem to speak,

The less we try to comprehend

The less we question, the less we seek.

More content with jibes and with banter

Strangers in time we have all become,

Preferring instead to embellish, assume

It seems the truth we’ve outrun.

And in our life without a purpose

Without a passion, without a care,

It’s like we’ve lost our sense of reason

Bound up, enticed by powers stare.

The whisperings of mindless gossip

Keep us quenched, give us our fill,

The sideward smiles, the nods and the winks

Should have us running or at least questioning the bill.

But we don’t want to ask the questions

Nor rock the boat or take the risk,

And so we say what we think folk want most to hear

It’s a bit like the truth…if you get the gist?

 

The more advanced our communication

The less and less we seem to talk,

The less we want to understand

The less we face up to the lies that we’ve bought.

More content to let life go unnoticed

More content to wear a mask,

More at ease with pain and illusion

More content to do, not ask.

And though each day we have stirrings

Of a memory that’s long since forgot,

Of a time that we loved to share

Tell stories and talk such a lot.

Of a time when we together

Lived our lives as they should be,

Lost in awe, truth and wonder

Working out together our life’s destiny.

 

The more advanced our communication

The more and more we lose our way,

The less we think about the price, the consequence

The less we care or hear what others say.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 27th October 2013 ©.

Illustration by Tracey Odessa Kane 16th July 2017 ©.

my writes

This poem is taken from the book ‘My Writes’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2015.

The book is available to purchase as an E-Book or as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to visit my Author website:  todessakane.org  or email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

my books

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on LinkedinTwitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂

Has God left the building?

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Has God Left

For the Love of God?

I want you to imagine for just a few minutes that God is your whole reason for being. That God to you is worth living for, worth fighting for, worth dying for. I want you to imagine that you have served God your whole life and you have seen Him do incredible things, miracles, healings, restorations, deliverances, everything!

I want you to imagine that you have walked so closely with Him, that you recognise His smell instantly, the minute He walks into a room. You sense His heartbeat the moment you awake; you hear His voice in the silence of the night and in the great rush of the day. I want you to imagine that His word lives in your heart and in your soul, that it’s written upon your mind, that it guides your spirit.

I want you to imagine that His truth is your truth, His people are your people, His plans are your plans, His purposes are your purposes and His love beats within your heart.

And then…

In the blink of an eye…

Right when you least expect it…

God is gone!

God is gone — He has left you…

What do you do?

How do you react?

What goes through your mind?

The story of Samson tells us such a tale, a tale of one of God’s most beloved, who through a series of ill-conceived choices and events, awoke one day to find that God had departed. God — who had been closer than a brother to him, who had been more dependable than an entire army, who had been his everything, who had been his whole world — had left him. He didn’t even realise He had gone until it was too late.

All around the world again and again we see the macabre face of religion and its devastating impact on the world, on mankind. We see religion that seeks to hide its insidious, moral-less and lust-fuelled behaviour. We see religion that seeks to ostracise and ridicule anyone and everyone who has a difference of opinion, a different way of life. We see religion that rapes and maims and kills. Religion that bombs, that decimates entire communities, religion that steals the very land from under other people’s feet.

We see religion that looks more evil and more hellish than Hell itself. We see religion that’s gluttonous, that uses its power and privilege to dominate and control. Religion that segregates, that’s full of religious platitudes and self-righteous judgment. We see religion that’s all about coercive control. We see religion that has no hallmark whatsoever of God, nor of His unconditional love, nor of His grace, nor of His mercy.

And as this type of religion continues to inflict itself upon all aspects of society, I can’t help but ask the question: ‘Has God left them too?’

Are the choices they make, the events, the ceremonies that they have, the things that they do, so far removed from God, so the total opposite of God and of all He stands for, so void of God, His plans, His purposes, that He left and they never even knew it?

I truly, sincerely, wholeheartedly believe that the world would be a far, far poorer place without religion and all that it brings. Having said that, I do have to be totally honest when I say that I also believe that perhaps without religion, the world would be a far safer place to be.

Religion without God is tyranny by any other name.

It is a dangerous self-serving platform from which to control the very people God calls you to love, protect and care for. Without God, without His unconditional love at the centre of religion, there is no accountability, there are no boundaries, no steps too far, no limits to what those who profess to love and to follow God will do. Thus God’s followers become an absolute law unto themselves and start acting and thinking that they have the right to say or to do just about anything!

Someone once said, ‘The world at its worst needs religion at its very  best.’

I only hope we don’t find out too late that God left us all to it a long, long time ago.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 3rd October 2013 ©.

for the love

This blog is the Introduction from the book ‘When God Isn’t Enough’ 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane and Published by Rowanvale Books 2016.

The book is available to download FREE as an E-Book or to purchase as a Paperback.

Please go to Author website for more details http://www.todessakane.org

Copyright © “All Rights Reserved” Please see copyright page for more details.

(Dear Roy, I think you’ve had more enough credit now, for all the quotes and lines that you lift directly from my blogs, my work and my poetry books. Give it a rest now and think for yourself! #Copyright).

If you would like to know more about my books, or if you would like to book a talk or a poetry reading, or to discuss any of my work further then please feel free to email me at tokane13books@gmail.com I would sincerely love to hear from you.

my books

All my daily blogs are automatically posted on LinkedinTwitter and Facebook and are sent by email, direct to all those that subscribe to anotherdaysomeday2013.com via WordPress. If you would like to receive my daily blog posts please see contact page for more details, Thank You and God bless you Tracey Odessa Kane 🙂