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“Pot Luck”

We are all moving pieces on a large green vista,

There are dangers, in the far reaches of this plane,

Great holes to pluck you from view, a fate we are all due,

A factor of reality, that cant be dispelled in haste.

We’re all in a game, in a multitude of colours,

Sharing many similarities, more than our differences,

When we interact, we help each other along our path,

Many options are on the table, we can collide or kiss.

But to get ahead, we have an established code to follow,

However, much is possible, with the right approach,

When our luck is spilled, we can feel racked with guilt,

If we act foul, our progress is stunted the most.

Still, the game rolls on regardless, fair play is rewarded,

Sometimes we miss opportunities, at times we get the lot,

So, before we’re punked, snookered, or inevitably sunk,

Let’s chalk it up to experience, and cue the next shot.

Yes, you’ve guessed it, here is another of my exclusive (published, but never before shared online) poems, this time, from my second book, “Confront The Shadows”.

Today’s piece focuses on the parallels between our lives, and the game of Snooker. I must admit, I enjoy playing Pool more than I do this game, but Snooker does require a greater level of planning, patience and wit to achieve the desired outcome of satisfactorily completing the task.

We must all come to terms with the fact that every single one of us, will one day say goodbye to this green vista, and find ourselves on another plane of existence. Many of us realise, that it’s not about getting from A to B quickly, or even preventing that eventuality, but rather, taking our time to get there, making meaningful connections, and preparing ourselves for our journey onwards.

As we venture on, we are likely leaving others behind. It benefits the entire game, when we consciously choose to have a positive impact on those around us. Yes, the game can have tense moments, but overall, the experience is meant to be a smooth and enjoyable one.

We should remember these points, as we navigate this seemingly crowded and distracting landscape, as focus, calmness, and helping others who are facing their transition, all make the experience much more rewarding and memorable.

Find your inner Stephen Hendry, Joe Davis or Ronnie O’Sullivan.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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For those of you wanting to enjoy my exclusive material, you can find out all about my published poetry books, including my most recent release, “Poems That Move You” by clicking ‘Books’ from the menu, and it’s worth a mention, that if you follow me on Instagram @followingwhisperspoetry you’ll find some of my shared poems, a great poetry loving community showing love, and much more!

“Numb The Pain” (poem / poetry)

Clingfilm my senses, please wrap them up,

Don’t let them out, don’t let them be touched,

I can’t chance feeling, just one more emowsh,

Could tip me into phases of being exposed.

Save me from the fierce pull of this tug of war,

It leaves me with rope burns, overwhelmingly sore,

Come to think of it, my resistance makes the pain,

I need to let go, and become whole again.

As promised, here is yet another of my exclusive (published, but never before shared online) poems, from my most recent book, “Poems That Move You”.

This piece focuses on the moments where we feel most sensitive and overwhelmed, the reflex reaction to which, is usually our inclination to wrestle with our emotions, but that often only adds fuel to the fire, leading to us hurting and scarring ourselves further.

Instead it may help to loosen our grip and allow the emotions to flow more naturally. It’s okay to grieve, it’s okay to be down… life cant always be sunshine and rainbows, there are gonna be dark spells, what matters most is how we weather the storms, enduring the downpour and learning alot about ourself and others in the process.

That’s the key lesson that pain teaches us really though, isn’t it… and sometimes our suffering is drawn out, simply because we fail to grasp this simple truth.

So invest your energy in enhancing your understanding, rather than in fighting the process.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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“Submerged” (poem / poetry)

It’s the end, we’ve faced horrors like you’ve never seen,
The World that we knew, is a distant memory,
History’s been erased, nothing left to believe,
It’s just me, my crew, and this grand submarine.

We’re thousands of leagues under, sheltered from harm,
It’s increasingly difficult to keep my crew calm,
Our dwindling supplies are a cause for alarm,
We need to resurface, before things fall apart.

As promised, here is another of my exclusive (published, but never before shared online) poems, this time from my most recent book, “Poems That Move You”.

Believe it or not, I wrote this piece in the Summer of 2019, months before our World took a turn for the worst. However, it is ironic that the sentiment of my words back then, managed to encapsulate the mood of the masses right now, plus how everyone has to some extent felt isolated from others and the freedom they once knew.

There are many different contexts that this poem can be read in, households and social bubbles, sports teams and their lack of supporters at competitive events, etc, but one that speaks to me deeply, is the suffering and immense burden felt by small businesses… lots of SME’s have been dealt blows they may never recover from, many livelihoods lie on the brink of destruction.

So I ask that you show some love to these brave souls and visionaries, who have been ambassadors in serving our needs more uniquely and affectionately than big business ever could. We should mourn those that didn’t survive the onslaught, and support those that have made it this far, but are weak and need to resurface and replenish. HMS Entrepreneur, we salute you.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.
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“Rusty Cogs” (poem / poetry)

Why does it have to be so gruelling,
To get my body to work today?
“Running on empty! In need of refuelling!”
Is the message that graces my vessel’s display.

Nothing short of an uphill struggle,
Is what I’m experiencing at present,
Cringing as if I’ve just got into trouble,
And someone’s determined to teach me a lesson.

I want to yell, “What have I done?!”
But fear this could lead to a harsher result,
I can’t move a muscle, like I’ve been stunned,
Unable to fight it, but is this my fault?

Torn to pieces and stitched back together,
The plan was not followed on reassembly,
Not the first time though, I should’ve known better,
It’s hard to maintain patience aplenty.

Something’s once again under my skin,
Past my defences, well, nobody’s perfect,
It commences its painful assault from within,
Aiming to see, who can push who the furthest.

Inside me it’s bubbling, corroding my innards,
Like a bad tenant, it’s hard to evict,
It heads inside further, mimicking splinters,
In this case, ignorance is clearly not bliss.

I have to confront my issues head-on,
They won’t disappear, they’ll only get worse,
If I let them be, so I need to get on,
By venting frustrations, you make them disperse.

Adjusting your outlook, you take control back,
Lubricating your system, so things aren’t so bleak,
I tell you right now, I’d much rather have,
Tight cogs than popped clogs, any day of the week.

Hey friends, as I mentioned in my last post, I’m on a break from writing new material at the moment, but to show that I haven’t forgotten you all, I’m sharing one of my exclusive (published, but never before shared online) poems, around once a fortnight, until I’m in a position to share my new material again.

Today, I’ve chosen to share a piece about those moments when you feel completely drained, physically and emotionally, and you’re trying to find the strength to turn things around. It’s something that may feel impossible at first, but is achievable when we put our minds to it.

I’d like to add that it’s perfectly normal to feel this way, we all go through it at some point in our lives, but you deserve better than to allow yourself to remain in this state, so whether you reach out to friends and loved ones for support, or transform the way you view whatever’s getting you down, you can find the fuel to move forwards.

I believe in you… so please believe in yourself too, and as always, if you’d like to chat with me about anything, you are more than welcome to drop me a DM, any time.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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For those of you wanting to enjoy my exclusive material, you can find out all about my published poetry books, including my most recent release, “Poems That Move You” by clicking ‘Books’ from the menu, and it’s worth a mention, that if you follow me on Instagram @followingwhisperspoetry you’ll find some of my shared poems, a great poetry loving community showing love, and much more!

“Black-I-Hole” (poem / poetry)

The tock-tick, tock-ticking of an anti-clockwise mind,
WHO gave it a wind, and set it in motion,
Is it a mistake, or a creation of destruction?
Engineered to break down the very essence of existence,
Will it therefore destroy its creator, or become it?
Who should interpret such a concept?
And how long do they have to do so,
Before the rewritable disc is erased,
And left without a trace?!

Make haste! And do the unthinkable,
The uninkable, shall be penned from a fountain of blue,
Then removed by a clear solution that’s applicable,
“HELP, HELP, I’m Melting!” they scream,
As they’re made to feel unwanted and despised,
Then like good lies, kept invisible,
Deception, or merely the correction of an inaccuracy or fault?
But who’s fault?! Whose is, was or will it be?
Someone has to take the fall, the blame, claim ownership,
Of this supposed lost property.

If an eye’s only view is a blind-spot, then the wind changes,
Is it blind? …and if so, does it remain thus,
Or can its sight be restored?
To enable recognition of a disturbing reality,
Everybody drowning in a negative current,
Where safety precautions have little or no effect,
There are no emergency services or lifeguards to save the day.

It must be a full moon! How else can this be occurring?!
Everyone’s blood boiling, with no pilot or ignition,
Feral instincts rising like corpses on riverbeds,
Implicitly prevalent, ever-present,
Just waiting to resurface and cause chaos!
Biding time, building momentum steadily,
Approaching undetected to the naked eye,
With a stealth-like motion, until… BOOM!!!
It’s here now, here and all around, as far as the eye cannot see!
Does it span the entire Universe?
…or merely …within me?

Hello World, I’m part way through a spontaneous break from writing and sharing my new material, while I focus practically all of my attention on securing and sculpting the foundations of the newest chapter in my life story. It’s all very hush right now, but it will become clear what this chapter encompasses, in the coming months.

I have therefore chosen to share a poem of mine that is close to my heart, (one that I’ve already published, but have not shared online before), and I’ll likely continue to do so about once a fortnight, until such time as I can direct some of my creative energy back to writing new pieces.

I published this piece in the Spring of last year, but believe it or not, I actually wrote it while deep in thought, on the way to work, back in 2009! It’s scary how accurately it portrays the unfolding reality that we are currently enduring; the unspoken truths; the cryptic propaganda; and the explosive nature with which our lives have been altered.

The true “BOOM!!!” …is yet to come (unless, we stop its emergence), it represents an act of submission that cannot be taken back or undone. Unfortunately my friends, the madness has barely begun, much darker things are planned for us all… I just hope they remain nothing more than a plan, and do not become our reality.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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“Sedated Confliction” (poem / poetry)

Sugar-coated lies, are lies nonetheless,
My stomach erupts, as they will not digest,
“Take this placebo and feel better for it!
(It’ll be your downfall, but I’m sure you’ll ignore it).”

“Be a good little patient, and knock back your meds,
I’ve upped your prescriptions, due to side effects,
(We’ve got you now, sucker, hypnotised and addicted,
A fiend for life, obedient… yet conflicted).”

This piece has multiple meanings. Yes, it can apply to the actual prescription and consumption of medications, but moreso, to things like society’s evermore subservient, conflicted, yet obedient demeanor. We often wait with outstretched arms, waiting for a solution to be placed in our hands, and when one is fabricated, we rarely even question its efficacy or safety.

A whole swathe of society are addicted to everything the Doc’s (whoever they may be) dish out, some people finally realise that there is much amiss with this course of treatment, but often cant find the strength to say anything, because of their reliance on their next fix.

I for one, am not content to sit with a belly full of lies, fed to me by others. If it feels wrong, I’ll say so, if after looking into things further, I finding damning evidence, I will speak up, for all of us, not merely for myself and my own interests.

The powers that be, however, want nothing more than to trap us in a sedated, medicated, rigid, inescapable regime, where we bow to their every whim. They will lie, cheat and steal to get us there, but the question is, will we continue to pop their pills, and condemn ourselves… or turn to natural remedies? I have chosen the latter, and I do not regret my decision one bit.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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“Unmasking The Truth, Part 2” (poem / poetry)

What have I got against face masks? I hear some people exclaim,
Thinking my stance is ignorant, selfish, or something’s wrong with my brain,
However, I’ve done lots of research, I’ve left few stones unturned,
I know it upsets the status quo, but I’d like to share what I’ve learned.

Masks are ineffective, at preventing a viral infection,
For starters their pores are way too big, to offer up any protection,
From 3 to 5000 times larger, than the particles they should obstruct,
Viruses easily get in or out, and the packaging mentions as much.

Wearing them can cause symptoms, such as headaches; shortness of breath;
People have lost consciousness, and sometimes it led to their death;
They can decrease blood-oxygen levels, by gradual asphyxiation;
And recycle carbon dioxide inside us, condensing a toxic creation.

They’re a false sense of security, and I’ve only touched the surface,
It goes beyond trust, they’re now forced on us, I ask, for exactly what purpose?
Because masks endanger human life, they’re a contravention of Article 2,
Of the Human Rights Act, so I demand that, the Face Mask Law be removed.

Do masks protect the wearer and/or others from viral infection? I have found the answer to be, no, as have many Doctors and Virology Experts, who are much more familiar with the science behind this topic than me, and have produced research and findings illustrating just that.

So, why the usage of something actually proven to have harmful effects, and be counter-productive, is now enforced upon us, is beyond me.

If someone having been given all of the facts, (not just what the media has decided to convince us of), chooses to wear a face mask still… more power to them.

I have studied both arguments, and find myself having no faith in the viral protectiveness of masks (for the wearer or others), and am increasingly concerned by the side effects and potential harm they are capable of… so why don’t I have a choice regarding my usage of them also?! It doesn’t add up.

I feel that forced mask wearing will create a viral breeding ground, plus endanger the health and lives of those it’s supposed to protect… this strategy alone could bring about a second wave / significant increases in viral infections and deaths, and for this reason, I am compelled to speak up, an unpopular position, but one that I know I am not alone in.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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“Unmasking The Truth, Part 1” (poem / poetry)

If a tsunami was coming, and you needed to reach higher ground,
You wouldn’t first put on a blindfold, as you would simply drown,
When decisions aren’t based on logic and facts, we risk harming ourselves,
Thus, appearing safe, could be the thing that endangers our health.

I’m mad at these beaurocrat puppets, and mainstream media cults,
Doing Big Pharma’s bidding, and hurting us as a result,
Who benefits from this farce? …simply put, only the wealthy,
And I don’t believe for a second, that they’re happy to see me healthy.

Which brings me on to mask usage, now being enforced by law,
We must now wear one in shops and the like, from July the 24th,
Boris, you’ve seriously lost the plot, there’s no scientific basis,
To revoke our personal choice of what we wear in public places.

Laws must not cause harm, they must be helpful, to be justified,
Yet increasingly, they violate our civil liberties and human rights,
There’s much more I want to share, on face masks and their use,
But in order to not overwhelm you, I’ll save these facts for Part 2.

Since hearing about the legislation coming into play in the UK this month, forcing everyone to not only wear masks on public transport, but in shops, etc, I felt a few days of research on the topic was necessary. In all honesty, the official narrative didn’t add up, it seemed contradictory to logic and scientific findings from the last decade.

So, I delved deeper, and what I began to piece together, is that prolonged (and even several minutes worth of) usage of face masks, can have some very alarming effects on us… the most extreme of which, can be fatal.

At this point, I just wanted to register my frustration at seeing life changing, society altering decisions being made, with no empirical data to support them!

In the spirit of openness though, I urge you to do your own research (something you won’t hear from those that are peddling lies), but if you’d like a copy of my eye opening research, just DM me, I’ll send you a message back with the links in, and you can go from there, with the aim of making your own mind up.

I will be sharing Part 2 to this piece (which I have yet to write) next week, that will detail most of my findings on the subject. Until then, (and of course, beyond), defend your right to make your own decisions, as there is much at stake.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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“Versatile Vision” (poem / poetry)

Once upon a time, I was caught in a funk,
Wanting more from life, with my battleship sunk,
I lacked focus and drive to improve my situation,
My excuses ran deep, to the point of saturation.

Then, one day, I listed all my dreams and desires,
Began working towards them, rekindling the fire,
I’ve now surpassed these humble goals, setting myself new ones,
Challenging preconceptions is an undervalued nuance.

Many of us have a preconceived notion of how our life will play out, what we’ll achieve, plus what we need in order to do so. It’s okay to have an idea of your aims and how you think you’ll reach them, but life is rarely linear, and just because things look unfamiliar, doesn’t mean you should give up.

In truth, when things get difficult, this is the moment you should decide what’s important to you, and what sand bags you can release from your air balloon, so to speak, giving you the potential to eventually reach even higher heights. Often, the problem is not that we are incapable, but that we heap the pressure upon ourselves, and dwell on failure.

However, when we explore our options, there are usually routes we were unaware of, that lead to the very things we were aiming for, or something even better! We owe it to ourselves to not squander our own efforts, merely because we failed to plan, got impatient, or met obstacles.

What separates someone who sleeps on their own potential, from someone who exceeds their goals substantially? Our perception and outlook has a lot to do with it… for instance, a setback can be an immovable road block, or an opportunity to get creative. The choice, ultimately, is yours.

Love and Respect always,

Following Whispers.

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