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Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email It does not always follow that because it is one’s body then they are content with it. For this very reason people will go for all manners of body jobs; reconstruct the person they are into that they wish they were, become shadows or false replicas – at ease with flaunting appendages.   Except filled, we go about with one form of discontent or the other; mostly probing and desiring more than acknowledging and accepting that things are made for reasons, and that there is a purpose for even the most insignificant – and that uniqueness is the beauty behind the creation of man. Except for a few close calls, we are widely different, not just in looks but in thoughts; we are meant to be different. Sadly, there will always be that tendency to want to be like someone else because of our emotion-blurred perception of the superiority of their form or worth. In the kind of world we live in today – a world where corporations decide what is be

Two young lovebirds stagger in; the girl's head resting on the guy's broad left shoulder, while his hand securely winds around her narrow waist. He gulps quietly. He'd imagined tonight with Josephine like that. No, he`d imagined her walk in, then he would reach out to her across the restaurant - Kiss her gently on the forehead, hold her head so close to his heart she would hear its quick strokes, then he would whisper those words... He has had them rehearsed and memorised. He believes she would not resist. The lovebirds are settled into a cosy seat in a semi dark corner at the left. It is hard to make out their faces but he could hear the girl's muffled giggle. She laughs just like Josephine. The guy swells on a thick baritone he's almost certain is faked. He tries to look away but couldn't, until fears they'd noticed him. *phone rings* Josephine. He frantically reach for his breast pocket. It's his mum calling. His heart deflates. "Hello mum

Subscribe to POETICALLY SPOKEN by Email My father’s fathers thought The rat shouldn’t join lizards in a swim, Not because they couldn’t be equals; Lizards would dry soon afterwards But the rat would take a much longer while… A sudden pang of pain hit my left arm, then my left lap and swiftly some sort of paralysis grazed all the energy in the muscles. Slowly it got darker, and darker. I knew I was sinking further from the sun. Further, and further.   Away from everything I knew – my friends who sensibly played it safe at the shoreline, my family hundreds of miles awaiting my return, my love; the girl I couldn’t be with because I chose a new path, and now I wouldn’t evermore. An hour or so earlier, we have arrived Koramo beach – a team of excited colleagues. That was to be our final picnic before we were scattered across the country after a rigorous six month course in communications. It was also a period of refreshed dreams, heightened drives, and greater e