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She Be a Poet ~ Shangri La

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Take me on a journey I want to see,

the world and its colours,

the blue of the sea.

Mountains, thawed snow peaks,

they hide in grey clouds,

home to the Gods,

resting place of the proud.

Beauty in places so far out of reach,

the warmth of the people,

as they frolic on the beach.

Happiest are children playing in the sand,

knowing only of their world,

oblivious to the pain of faraway lands.

Senses are suddenly woken,

sight, sound, and smell,

new friends are made so easliy,

they invite you to dwell.

Open you become to the wonders you see,

a fading life for others,

Shangri La to me.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2022

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She Be a Poet ~ Fantasy Green

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The cold wind hit me hard today as I walked,
it slapped my skin without warning just like life.
You know how it goes, life is good and then it turns,
life is cool before unexpected burns.

Fresh buds are peeping from the ground,
bluebell blanket caresses the forest like a lover.
Petals droop without reciprocation,
run, run for cover.

Keep on moving I say – to myself that is,
affirmations set in natures ears.
Green hues act as balm and bandaid,
skin so worn, tortured by all that is dear.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

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English Words With Greek Origins ~ ‘Angel’

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Meaning: “Messenger”

Angel is derived from the Greek word ‘Angelos’ – Believed to be a messenger of God offering comfort to those in need. A spiritual being watching over us.

Spiritual moments are not easily recognized by everyone. Maybe it is because mortals are more logical in their thinking or perhaps fear of the unknown restricts their supernatural sight? As a teenager and in my early twenties, I put logic above all other forms of thinking and believed that if you cannot see something it could never have existed.

There are so many varied stages to life that at some point you will have no choice but to question the logic behind it and with an open mind, eventually, you realize that there is more going on than the information written in textbooks or the findings of the most noted scientists of our time. Scientists whose theories and inventions have changed the way we communicate, travel, work and save countless lives.

There are, however, some things that a scientist cannot explain. Wearing a black scarf, I noticed out of the corner of my eye something white. I thought it was the annoying white label that I try my best to tuck in – not an easy task. It was in fact, something that I was not expecting to see – a white feather.

A scientist might ask me if I had been visiting a menagerie or if I have a cockatoo at home. They would be the logical answers but I have no bird in my house and haven’t been to the zoo in a while. The only answer existing in my mind now, a mind that is not scared of acknowledging spiritual forms, is that it was a sign from my Guardian Angel – I believe we all have one (maybe more)

This is not the first visit tap on the door I have had from mine and they usually find ways to ‘sit on my shoulder’ when my mind is overthinking and swamped with a worry or two. The beauty of Guardian Angels is that they do not have favourites. Skin colour, status, faith and religious beliefs play no part in their mission to guide and protect us.

Adopting solitude as our only friend and safety net is inevitable for most of us at some point in our lives but this self-preserving choice makes it almost impossible to express our thoughts and feelings verbally. Who is there to hear them? The good news is that they are being heard!

Not only are the wings of these Guardian Angels strong enough to find their way to you but they can also hear the voice that no one else knows exists.

© Michelle Sotiriou 2021

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She Be a Poet – STOP!

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Gods of war lost their manners ripping worlds apart,

Shameful, stood there watching mothers crippled dreams way from the start,

Guilty of walking past, the tears that burn the streets,

Why do you pick up the pace of ignorance?

Why don’t you slow down?

Why don’t you stop?

Why don’t you please ask?

Remove your mask…

Blades they bleed of grief not glory.

End of story. 

© Michelle Sotiriou 2019