Note To Self.

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Today, I did not fall apart
Although burdened by a heavy heart,
Full of regret, self-doubt and sorrow
Plagued by worry about tomorrow.
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I discovered I was strong enough
To not give in when things were tough,
And when my spirit had almost failed
To my surprise, my courage prevailed.
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From now on, when trouble comes my way
Or when problems seem to plague the day,
I can be bold and stand to face
Those trials with integrity and grace.
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©2017  Joanne Van Leerdam
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This and fifty other poems appear in ‘The Passing Of The Night’.
More information at www.jvlpoet.com/books

Hostage

Promo X Hostage Plain

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Cowering, shrinking back into the shadows,
Fearful of my captor’s retaliation
Should I make a wrong move or unwelcome sound,
I find refuge in my imagination.
The steady pulse of rhythm and rhyme
Is the echo of the pounding of my heart,
While images of another place and time
Distract me from the snare in which I am caught.
The target of unrestrained hostility,
Held prisoner in an insidious cell,
Paranoia feeds on my fragility
While I endure this private living hell.
My tormentor leaves me drained, paralysed,
My spirit crushed by uncontrolled fears,
And I struggle to find the words and lines
That flow as freely as my pitiful tears.
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Yet the longest night of the longest day
Still cannot drive my prayerful hope away
That the darkness will end, and with the dawn,
I will be freed, and my wretched soul reborn.

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©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam

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img_3407This poem and 50 others are published in my newly released book. The Passing Of The Night.

Plea for Equality

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Who ever died from an open mind?
Or suffered because of equality?
Why should different people be denied
The same rights enjoyed by you and me?
What could you possibly stand to lose
By accepting someone else as you find them?
Where harm can befall you if you choose
To put the darkness of hatred behind them?
You’re not perfect either, you know,
But advantage has blinded you to it:
Why not take this opportunity to grow
And become stronger and wiser through it?
What do you fear, my closed-minded friend,
From giving to others their freedom?
Will the sky fall? Will the world end?
God forbid, it might change how you see them!
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The Duel

Promo X The Duel

In the pale first light of morning,
They meet in the centre of town,
Having given due forewarning
That the duel was going down.
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As they each walk ten long paces
Spurs clink on their dusty boots;
The gunslingers take their places
And face this grim moment of truth.
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One’s honour must be defended
When the adversary calls:
This feud will only be ended
When one of the rivals falls.
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A raven croaks: an omen!
Stony silence fills the air,
Each fixes on the opponent
With a grim, determined stare.
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Quick hands are at the ready,
Holsters slung low at their sides,
Their pistols, loaded and deadly;
Both prepared to be victor, or die.
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A handkerchief drops as the signal:
They draw their pistols and aim,
Both marksmen fire, straight and lethal
And both of the duellers are slain.
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There is nothing left to fight for,
There are no more words to be said:
Nobody can be the winner
When both of the fighters are dead.

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©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam

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img_3407This poem and fifty others are now published in a new collection: The Passing Of The Night.

Blind.

Promo X Blind

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What good are ideas and reasons
When confronted with a closed mind?
Even one’s own eyes are useless
When they insist on being blind.
The most carefully chosen words
Can fall on wilfully deaf ears
Despite the insights they can give
To anyone who willingly hears. 
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The lessons here are simple:
Live humbly, and learn all you can –
Life is too short to choose ignorance
When wisdom makes you a better man.
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img_3407This poem and fifty others are now published in a new collection: The Passing Of The Night.

Through The Shadows

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Stony mountain peak obscured
Behind greying, thickening cloud,
Its mystic secrets hidden deep
Underneath its misty shroud.

Yet through breaks in the shadows
Of obscurity there shines
The golden star that warms the earth
With its radiance sublime.

Nature reaches to the sun,
Embracing its warmth and light,
Harvesting all it needs from
That incandescent source of life.

Beyond that rugged mountain
Lies the Shadowland of Sorrow
Where the all-pervading darkness
Veils the beauty of Tomorrow.

The way ahead is dangerous,
An uneven, rocky road,
And though I do not walk alone
I must carry a heavy load.

Fearful of what may entrap me,
Longing for comfort or help,
Blinded by beasts I cannot see –
Life is obscured by life itself.

I persevere in this journey
Where the light so rarely shines
For each obstacle reminds me
‘Tis not the darkness that defines.

These shadows are ephemeral,
Existing only in the light;
Their power is merely temporal,
Hiding deeper truths from sight.

What is seen beyond the obstacles
Is where one’s character is shown:
There are many more things possible
Than what has been seen or known.

So I press on toward Tomorrow
And trust I’ll walk in the sun
Beyond the sinister shadows
When my sojourning days are done.

©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam

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img_3407This poem and fifty others are now published in a new collection: The Passing Of The Night.

Train of Thought.

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Weary and worn from travelling on my own;
Yearning to feel as though I finally belong
Somewhere, or to someone, to be healed, to be free,
Wishing I were on the way to where I’m meant to be;
But I feel like I’ve been trapped and taken against my will
I’m longing for this train of thought to finally stand still,
And this inexorable journey seems endless –
The pitiless wheels keep rolling, relentless,
Carrying the ghosts of a thousand sleepless nights
Rhythmically toward the Desperation City lights.
The doleful horn cries in the dark, a harbinger of doom
Moaning in the starless shadows of misery and gloom.

©2017 Joanne Van Leerdam

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img_3407This poem and fifty others are now published in a new collection: The Passing Of The Night.