Category Archives: Another Day Someday

Let’s get naked.

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Let’s get naked.

 

Let’s get naked.

Stripped down to the bones

bare. Unrestricted,

unembellished, as nature

had intended – totally bare.

Let us peel off

our assumptions, step out

of ignorance and hate.

Let us remove our prejudice.

Take off malice, for

goodness’ sake. Let’s

get naked. Let us

unleash – our birthday suits.

Let’s us tear off our

misgivings, kick off

those habitual hobnail boots.

Let us divest all of our

layers.  Take indifference

out of our wardrobe.

Let us disregard ill manners.

Embrace the daylight, once unclothed.

Let’s get naked. Let us

unmask every face.

Let us undress and ditch

the armour, take the cloak off,

show some grace.

Let us shed all that hinders. Step out

of inequality and violence. Let us

be bold and unattired. Let’s get naked –

It’s common-sense.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 13th April 2017 ©

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

‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ is available to purchase as a Paperback or E-book.

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Harmonious Cohabitation

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Harmonious Cohabitation

 

In search of hope, I travelled

over land and over sea – mountains

high, valleys deep, further than

the eye could see.  I met so many

people; we talked and talked

and talked.  We shared food, we

shared our hearts – we sat;

often, we walked.  We listened

with loving kindness to each other’s

fears, concerns. We listened to

each other’s experiences and stories,

aware we all needed to learn –

How to mindfully ask our questions,

speak truth to power with one voice.

How to express clearly the rudimentals,

people face who have not choice.

We reimagined life and living –

Dreamt of a more equal and

inclusive society.  We put forth

our proposals – regarding collaborative

community. Education shared all of

its concerns; re-education stated its case.

So too did sustainable development.

Micro finance spoke with wisdom, grace.

The arts welcomed our endeavours,

explained

where in this new world they would fit,

their concern being the lack of man’s

aspirations and not letting apathy

renew its grip.  It was then

that innovation revealed its

hand. Motivation was given the floor.

Inspiration gave a holistic view. Efficiency

vowed that it would do more –

Discord promised to back off; fear

agreed to bow out.  Anger said

it would hang up its gloves –

Disease packed its case and

checked out.

 

And life, it gave the biggest cheer

as hope came into view.  Harmonious

cohabitation, now more than a dream:

it is the means, and the end too.

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane  4th July 2017 ©

 

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

‘Valleys Deep ‘n’ Mountains High’ is available to purchase as a Paperback or E-book.

See Rowanvale Books or my Author website; todessakane.org  for more details.

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 do some inspired thinking 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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Husband Material

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Husband Material

It is not his ability to show his strength that inspires me,

It is his ability to trust me completely with his weaknesses.

It is not his ability to be all knowing, wise in any given situation,

It is his ability to admit that he doesn’t have all the answers.

It is not his ability to protect me, to hold me safe in his arms,

It is his ability to let me be free to make my own mistakes.

It is not his ability to give me courage, to make me bold,

It is his ability to encourage me to stand, to face my own fears.

It is not his ability to pour oil on troubled waters, to calm the storm,

It is his ability to stay with me during the storm.

It is not his ability to boast about his achievements,

It is his ability to see the good, the lessons to be learned from his failings.

It is not his ability to keep me grounded,

It is his ability to let me fly.

It is not his ability to give me the world,

It is his ability to share his world with me.

It is not his ability to steal my heart,

It is his ability never to break it.

It is not his ability to walk the path with me,

It is his ability to carve out a new path with me.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 11  June 2017 ©.

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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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The One

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The One

I opened the door to find you

there, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.

You were positively glowing, expectant ̶

eager to share, your wares with me.

How could I resist you? I could not resist you,

it was impossible. That smile. That smile

took my very breath away and that Hello.

That Hello was the very Hello, which I had

waited for my entire life to hear. I loved

you the moment I saw…you. I knew that we

could build, a life, together.

A wonderful life together. You were unfamiliarly

familiar, the consequence perhaps, of a choice

unknown and yet…

Different.

Somehow you were different to all those others,

who had stood at my door, before you. And I loved

you. I knew I would always, forever love you ̶

For here you are my another day,

my someday…Right on time, right

on time, right on Time.

Here you are my fresh white canvas ̶

My crisp white page. My possibility. My wish

about to be fulfilled…

My hope soon to be realised.

 

2018 reasons to dance. 2018 opportunities to try

one more time… 2018 stories to be told. 2018 dreams

to dream. 2018 mysteries to solve. 2018 chances

to #BeTheChange. 2018 bone of my bone,

flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood ̶

 

You are already my kind of Beautiful. The One…

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1st January 2018 ©.

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(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 do some inspired thinking 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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This thing called Life.

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Happy New Year

May this be the year we learn to love as we are loved.

The year we treat one another how we ourselves want to be treated.

The year equality, justice and freedom become a reality for all people.

The year we start to care for our beautiful planet, in the same way it cares for us.

And from this day onward may we always and forever, cherish and protect…

 

this thing called life

 

This thing called Life.

 

Freedom is… being dressed like a beggar and feeling

like a King. It is eating the scraps that someone else threw away

and feeling blessed, sustained. It is about looking at the sky and

understanding that there is no greater roof

over our head. It is about joining in with the conversation of life,

spoken by the grass, the wind, the trees, the birds, the bees.

Freedom.

It is that place within our heart where we learn to

love…ourselves…others…another.

That place where dreams are crafted, visions

perceived, talents enabled, the course set. That place

where we discover that we were enough, more

than enough all along, we simply had to…believe. Freedom.

It is that mystery, that magic that lies beyond

our garden wall, beyond our fences, through our woods,

passed our limitations, down the road from our fears.

Freedom.

Found under our star…our star that beckons us to wander,

so we may yet be begin to breathe…begin to embrace

this thing called Life

Written by T. Odessa Kane 5th October 2017 ©

Extract taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

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The dance of the hot coals.

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The dance of the hot coals.

Can you hear that?

That is the sound of our conscience dying, our compassion frying, as we keep on lying to self. Self. Responsibility.  What is, what is not, our concern? I wonder, about that, don’t you? Our neighbours, the friends we haven’t met yet, the children, pesky little beggars…who cares for any of them? Provides for them, believes in them, protects them and loves them. Should it be you…ought it to be me? Who? Them over there? Who is supposed to fulfil the task? I lament. It’s like were all doing a dance on hot coals, moving, always moving from one foot to the other, from one foot to the other, from one foot to the other…blisters. Nasty little buggers, make it hard to talk, to get up and walk to each other, over to each other. We wonder how this could happen, how that could have been…avoided. Maybe if we had just listened, admitted to what we could hear, what we could see…coming? Maybe things could have been so very different…

 

Extract taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 5th October 2017 ©.

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(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 do some inspired thinking 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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Love Unrequited.

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Love Unrequited.

It’s not the rain upon the window,

Nor the chill that fills the air,

Not the solemn bell that rings,

The world that goes on without a care…

It’s not the deck that has been marked,

Not the rug that has been pulled,

Not the evidence expunged,

Nor the dreams that were all culled…

It’s not the unrealised expectations,

Not the bow that broke,

Nor the fall that did ensue,

Not the knife poised to cut the throat…

It is the breath stolen from within the body,

The hope killed right before our eyes,

The wanton savagery of life,

The fact hate comes as no surprise…

It is the joyous toll of soothsayers

As they tell us they were right,

Love unrequited will leave us once for all,

Plunging us into the deepest, darkest night.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 21 October 2017 ©.

Taken from the collection ‘Works in Progress’

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(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 do some inspired thinking 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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Christmas Re-told

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Christmas Re-told

 

The whole truth returns each and every Christmas

To ask for the time, and chance to be heard,

To ask if we’ll simply stop and listen

To the incredible story, of the birth that occurred.

It began with the great love of a Father

Who so loved the world he had made,

Who so loved each one of His children

And the vast potential for good, each one had displayed.

And although at times they did stumble and fall

And cause each other much pain and suffering untold,

The Father had hope, for he knew the real truth

Of what each one in their hands and their hearts they did hold.

And so devising a plan like no other before

The Father disrobed Himself of His might,

He laid down His splendour, he laid down His power

In order to fill the world with love’s light.

And arriving in squalor, not splendour

The miraculous deed it was done,

And thus the hands that threw stars into space

Were now humbled and tiny, Gods promise, man’s son.

And choosing the life of a servant King

He came and He bared His soul, shared His heart,

He showed us the way and the truth and the life

His greatest commandment he did teach, did impart.

He revealed life’s deepest of mysteries

Shared stories of hope and of faith and of trust,

He healed and restored and delivered

Taught that love, mercy and justice, were an absolute must.

Through His example, He taught us compassion and forgiveness

He helped us to see that joy could yet be our strength,

He taught us how to end oppression and hatred

And how to walk with kindness, even the greatest of lengths.

He taught us that our love for our neighbours

Was the greatest of gifts we could give,

And that our love for Him and for the whole world

Would enable us all, in fullness of life to live.

And when His message was over

And he’d said all that He had to say,

And he’d taught all that He had to teach

And He’d showed us how to seek, how to find, how to pray.

With much grace, He asked His Father to forgive us

When we cried crucify him, with the rest of the pack,

When we met His love with ridicule and intolerance

When we jeered and we cussed and we spat.

He still looked upon us all like we were His treasures

And to Him we had done nothing wrong,

He still loved us all, like we were His true love

Like to Him and Him only, each one did belong.

And so sending His Spirit to teach and to guide us

To reveal ever more of His heart, of His soul,

Each Christmas He prays that His story reminds us

Of a love we all once knew, but left outside in the cold.

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 15 December 2014 ©.

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Christmas Re-wrapped?

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Christmas Re-wrapped?

When the twinkling lights all fade

And when each baubles packed away,

When all the merriment has long since gone

And no more with those must have toys we play.

Will Christmas once more have lost all significance?

Will it be packed and stacked on shelves?

Will it be sent once again to the North Pole,

The property of Santa and the elves?

When all the turkey has been eaten

And each mince pie has found our hips,

When all the party games have finished

And no more carols pass from our lips.

Will the Christmas story simply be again a memory?

Of a boy we might have heard of once,

And of his call to save the world

Will lack of care, of faith, be our final response?

When the sales have dried up all our money

And the presents have all been swapped, returned,

When we’ve made our new year’s resolutions

And those calories we’ve all but burned.

Will Christmas be Re-wrapped till next year?

Will it be recycled with the cards, the tree?

Will its message be cherished, be remembered?

What will it mean to you, to me?

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 1st December 2012 ©.

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(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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Is Christmas for children?

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Is Christmas for children?

To the child that’s unloved at Christmas

The celebrations just offer cruel blow,

The lights and the tinsel, the baubles

Serve only to remind of a joy they don’t know.

And the weight of the cold empty feeling

With the sisters, named rejection and pain,

Turn the happiest day into saddest

As it pours both hope and reserve down the drain.

 

To the child that’s alone at Christmas

The dream of a home feels a whole world away,

And the wish of a family to love you

Doesn’t come true and so you cease to believe, cease to pray.

And the ache in your soul it grows bigger

And the loss that you feel breaks your heart,

And the emptiness it beats and it pounds you

And the mounting fears will not from you depart.

 

To the child that’s unwanted at Christmas

The thought of night time just makes you feel sick,

The thought of being ripped open like a present

Then blamed and despised and then beaten with stick.

Of this there will be no reprieve, no end to this evil

There will be no way out, no help will come,

There will be no other choice but to suffer in silence

And heaven help you child, if you try to run.

 

To the child that’s abandoned at Christmas

Left alone in a world with no love, no care,

Left alone to fend for itself

Left alone full of heartbreak, despair.

There will be no presents to unwrap

No tasty feast, no carols round the tree,

No snuggling up watching favourite Christmas movies

No laughter, no friends, no family to go and see.

 

And yet though they cry throughout the world in their millions

Unloved, alone, unwanted, abandoned, who cares?

All the good people who insist Christmas is for the children

I think what they meant to say is… its just Christmas for theirs?

 

Written by Tracey Odessa Kane 14 December 2014 ©.

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(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 🙂