The Return of the Lockdown Poem – The Brown Minimalist

Lockdown has affected each and every one of us in one way or another over the course of 2020. For many, lockdown has left people with a lot more time on their hands, compared to what they are usually used to, and it can lead to people feeling lost over what to do in the day. As England entered their second lockdown, which was to be for a month from the 5th November to the 2nd December, The Brown Minimalist has wrote us a guest poem, which takes a look at some of the things we can do in these unusual times.

I hope you enjoy today’s guest post, be sure to let me know what you think!

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The Lockdown Reflection Poem – The Brown Minimalist

Lockdown has given us all some time to take a step back and reflect on how we see ourselves, as well as how we live our lives. This time has been an enlightening experience for many and has led them to relight their creativity and passion for life itself. Today’s blog is guest poem by The Brown Minimalist, all about The Lockdown Reflection. I hope you all enjoy it!

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A Christmas Poem — S L Hollister, author

Peace on Earth By: Sherri Lupton Hollister 2011 Silver tinsel shining bright Carolers singing Silent Night Bells clanging, pealing ring Peace on Earth the Angels sing Chaos, confusion , heartaches abound There is no Peace on Earth to be found I pray for a calm, quiet place God whispers, “Child I give you grace.” Wadded […]

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Everybody in life is writing their own book – Poem

Everybody in life is writing their own book,

Each day a new page, a new mindset and look,

Life can be like the weather, forever changing,

One day it could be bright, the next it could be raining,

The sun always comes back though to brighten up your day,

The sun makes us feel happier, taking the sad times away,

Whatever we do in life we must take with pride,

Take each opportunity with a positive mindset and try to enjoy life’s ride.

Each year of our life can be turned into an episode,

Lessons we learn, the knowledge bestowed,

Embrace every chance to meet new people and friends,

Let them be there with you as you go through life’s bends,

Move forward through life with a positive mindset,

If you’re nervous about something get help, don’t sit there and fret.

Whatever we do in life we must take with pride,

Take each opportunity with a positive mindset and try to enjoy life’s ride.

Life isn’t always easy, but we need to try and see the good from the bad,

Always aim to be positive and happy, not negative and sad,

When life throws you a curveball it’s okay to get stressed,

When you surround yourself with good people, they help you to feel blessed,

Remember that everybody in life is writing their own book,

Each day a new page, a new mindset and look,

Whatever we do in life we must take with pride,

Take each opportunity with a positive mindset and try to enjoy life’s ride.

Thanks for reading! I hope you liked the poem. Let me know what you think in the comments below or on our Facebook page. Have a great weekend and I’ll see you in the next blog!

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Summer…A Poem. — Steve`s Country

SUMMER Summer is here with all its green, Making such a relaxing scene. Mixed with the calming sky so blue, Makes a wonderful day ’tis true. Summer is what I really like, Great to walk or taking a hike. All of summer with its beauty, Sights and sounds so very lovely. The sparkling lake and […]

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Mo’s Room – Poem

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Today’s blog is going to be a poem I wrote about an old counselors room that I used to go to. The idea of the poem is that the room is like a safe haven where you can go and simply let go of your problems. I wrote the poem in a style that repeats the last two lines at the end of every verse/stanza.

Here’s the poem:

A place to go when you’re happy or sad,

An escape to go to when you’re stressed out or mad.

If you’re feeling stressed and have an impending sense of doom,

When people judge you and just assume,

When your heads a mess and you’re out of zoom,

Take a minute out of your day to go to Mo’s room,

When you’re stuck in a cycle of anxiety and gloom,

To restore your confidence to allow you to bloom,

Take a minute out of your day to go to Mo’s room,

A place to go when you’re happy or sad,

An escape to go to when you’re tired or mad.

If you’re having problems talking to your family,

Or you might be suffering financially,

If it’s prime exam time or you have anxiety,

And you feel your life running rampantly,

A group who would help no matter who you were,

Who would help you see clearly if your mind was a blur,

A place to go when you’re happy or sad,

An escape to go to when you’re tired or mad.

If you need help or just a bit of support,

Maybe you’re going through trauma or an issue in court,

If you’re getting bullied an are too scared to report,

If your minds a mess and you have things you need to sort,

If a friend lets you down and left you and has fallen short,

When you feel like giving up and for your plans to abort,

A place to go when you’re happy or sad,

An escape to go to when you’re stressed out or mad.

If you’re looking for a branch that you cannot reach,

You need advice, not someone to preach,

If you don’t know what to do next, be it University or an apprenticeship,

Or if you are having problems with your relationship,

If you want advice and a helping hand,

Or you want to rediscover yourself and re-brand,

A place to go when you’re happy or sad,

An escape to go to when you’re stressed out or mad.

Thank you for reading today’s blog! What do you all think? Do you have a place to go to release? Does everyone like this style of poems or would you like a different style in the future? What do you like/dislike about the poem? Let me know in the comments or get in touch with me!

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My Head is a Maze – Poem

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Today’s blog is going to be a poem I have written called “My Head is a Maze”. I’m trying to learn different ways to write poems to help diversify my range. Here it is, I hope you enjoy!

My head sometimes feels like a neverending maze,

With corridors changing and turning  leaving my thoughts in a daze,

An exit never in sight despite trying all the available ways,

The mood quickly lowers in need of a raise,

Is this forever or is it just a phase?

My mind often wonders, conclusions it does draw,

Thoughts whizzing and whirring leaving my head quite sore,

A grip on reality can sometimes be hard to secure,

A sense of normalness often seems impossible to restore,

Is the reward for these phases worth the emotional seesaw?

When times get tough we can easily begin to isolate,

Our self-image in our minds we start to depreciate,

We usually undervalue the amount we have on our plate,

People start losing focus and cannot think straight,

It’s during these times that we need to accept help to help balance the weight.

My head sometimes feels like a neverending maze,

With corridors changing and turning  leaving my thoughts in a daze,

An exit never in sight despite trying all the available ways,

The mood quickly lowers in need of a raise,

Is this forever or is it just a phase?

Thank you for reading my new poem. What do you all think? Let me know in the comments or get in touch with me! Do we think doing poems on deeper topics is better than on lighter topics? Or should I try to balance it out? What do people think of comparing the mind to a maze?

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The Ghosts of All Ourselves: A Poem

This is a poem from a fellow blogger. Very interesting piece, makes you contemplate what difference you make in life. If you enjoy the poem, be sure to check out their other work!

A Teacup Full of Stories

Hi there! Please enjoy this evening’s poem, inspired by a conversation with my former Scout leader, and much embellished by myself. Apologies for the lack of blog posts recently, I was rather ill and didn’t get round to writing, but being better now, posts should be becoming more frequent again.agriculture-1845835_1280

Stand on familiar lawns that echo now

With the ghosts of running feet, children’s voices

Dispersing in the wind, come on and play…

The fields where once we stood lie barren now.

A thousand mysteries lie entangled in a clump of brambles;

What was once a hundred miles of possibility

Is just a field overgrown.

There may be treasures there;

An old tin, buried in the ground,

Contains three old and crusty Werther’s Originals,

And somewhere in the soil,

The dust of a long-abandoned map, discarded to the wind

And unexpected rains.

One toy soldier, missing its left foot

Lies…

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Short Poem on Seasons

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Today’s blog is a poem that I have written about the four seasons. It is only a small poem but I wanted to keep it simple as I am only recently getting back into writing poems and other forms of literature.

Here it is  and I hope you enjoy:

The year starts off with a cold winter full of snow,
Which makes you sit inside watching your favourite tv show.
Hot water from the kettle is constantly on the flow,
As you sit inside waiting for the cold weather to go.

Next, we move into Spring where the plants do flower,
Where we always have to expect a short April shower,
As the trees new branches grow in strength and in power,
They look over their new horizons standing tall with posture and power.

Summertime is next with blue sky and sun,
Everyone can relax as their summer break has begun,
Parties and festivals are thrown for people to have fun,
Then they can go and get soaked with a big water gun.

Autumn is next bringing Thanksgiving and Halloween,
Where people can dress up like a king or a queen,
Leaves on trees start to turn brown from their original green,
Then they fall to the ground creating a classic autumn scene.

Thank you for reading today’s blog! What do you all think? Do you want to see more poems on the page? Which season is your favourite and why? If you could change a line in the poem what would you change and why?

Thanks,

James

The Breakfast Table Poem

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This week’s blog is going to be a poem I have written about a family sitting around the breakfast table. The poem shows how you can take a simple idea such as making breakfast and transform it into a poem which tells a story.

The Breakfast Table

A family sit at the breakfast table,

With the radio on powered through cable,

Each of them with their own timetable,

With plans made to be very enjoyable.

A husband sits at the table smiling at his wife,

As he butters his toast with a knife,

Watching a documentary about wildlife,

He smiles loving his everyday life.

His wife’s waiting for eggs to cook on the pan,

She’s listening to Barry Manilow as she’s a fan,

Whilst ticking things off her day’s plan,

She smiles when she looks over at her man.

A family sit at the breakfast table,

With the radio on powered through cable,

Each of them carrying their own timetable,

With plans made to be very enjoyable.

Their son sits there doing his homework,

Smashing through equations, as easy as clockwork,

He starts drawing a picture of a barbarian going berserk,

Then stops to admire his artwork.

Their dog licks water from his bowl,

Barking happily, he starts to do a roll,

His tail wagging out of control,

He stares at his owners ready for a stroll.

A family sit at the breakfast table,

With the radio on powered through cable,

Each of them possessing their own timetable,

With plans made to be very enjoyable.

Thank you all for reading! I hope you all enjoyed reading the poem. It was written in a different style to how I usually write but I quite like the design of it. If anyone has any feedback please message me, you can do it through the contact page on this website, through our Facebook page or by emailing me at SweeneyBlogs@outlook.com.

What do you all think? Does everyone enjoy the poems or do people prefer the more story tailored and series based blogs? If you like poems, what do you want to see me write about next? Let me know any queries or questions!

James Sweeney

Poetry? A Guide to How to Manage Stress using Poems.

Hello,

If you have read any of my previous blogs, you would have seen that I have quite an interest in Poetry. I like to write poems about topics that interest or stress me out as it helps me manage my problems. In this blog, I am going to be describing how poems help me and how to write them.

Firstly I am going to talk about how poems help me. In times when I am stressed or worried about something I often feel a bit lost. In these times it is common for my stutter to flare up and it becomes increasingly hard to talk to people. It’s in these times that I start writing poems. I find that poems are a great way for me to express how I am feeling at a particular time at a level which is easy to understand.

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These poems allow me to directly convey how I am feeling alongside what I want to say without running into obstacles such as my stutter or accidentally phrasing things wrong. I have written poems about almost anything. I have written poems about my stutter, my Grandmothers Alzheimer’s, Mental health and many other topics. I like to always follow a set pattern that I have when I make a poem which becomes evident if you have seen more than one of my poems. I like to always refer back to two lines or a paragraph in a way that is similar to how a chorus is repeated in a song.

Next, I am going to be talking about how to construct a poem. When I make a poem the first thing I need is a topic. After I have chosen my topic I look for particular words that relate to that topic. An example of how to do this can be seen as follows: in my poem about My Grandmother, I chose the topic of Alzheimer’s. From this topic, I picked out several words such as memories, kindness and friend to name a few.

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From this step, I start to think of rhyming words for the topical words I have chosen. The number of rhymes for each word can vary based on the style of poem you want to create. I usually create my poem using rhyming couplets, however, I have constructed poems in the past using whole verses full of rhyming words.

If you are having trouble finding rhyming words then there are ways around it. Firstly you can find synonyms to the word that you want to use. When you have found an appropriate synonym you can again try to find a word that rhymes with it. If you are still having trouble rhyming a particular word then you can use a website such as RhymeZone.

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The next stage to develop your poem is to group together your rhyming couplets/paragraphs. Try to arrange the paragraphs/stanzas in a way that flows whilst also making sense. You want to present the theme of the poem you are writing about almost instantly to allow the reader to fully understand and appreciate it. To try and maximise the flow of the poem you could repeat two or three lines at the end of the paragraph. This helps to ensure that the poem is easy to follow and easy to read. After following these steps you should have an excellent poem!

Thank you for reading and I hope this guide to how to write poems has been helpful for you. As always any feedback on this blog and all of my other blogs is greatly appreciated! Hope to see you all again soon. If you have any questions or poems that you want me to check to be sure to message me.

James Sweeney

Nobody gets to live life backward. Look ahead, that is where your future lies – Ann Landers 

Poem – Looking into the Mind of Mental Health

Looking into the Mind of Mental Health is a poem that I wrote back when I was going through a rather rough patch with my own Mental Health. The poem takes a look at some of the thoughts that can go through your head when thinking of Mental illnesses such as Anxiety, Depression & PTSD.

Here is the poem:

Looking into the Mind of Mental Health

My depression is at an all-time high,

I’m not sure how to fix it, I don’t know why,

Is it worth solving, is it worth a try?

Do I just stop or go to bed and lie?

How do I escape this cycle of self-hatred?

This self-torture mechanism I have created,

When feelings are difficult to be translated,

When all you want to feel like again, is elated.

My anxiety is at quite a high peak,

My mind-sets darkening, turning bleak,

My positivity’s slowly draining, like a boat with a leak,

Is it worth saving, or is my mind too weak?

How do I escape this cycle of self-hatred?

This self-torture mechanism I have created,

When feelings are difficult to be translated,

When all you want to feel like again, is elated.

I’m worried that my PTSD will come back,

Then my social and work life will slack,

One person left alone like a wolf without a pack,

When life gets tough is it worth the hack?

How do I escape this cycle of self-hatred?

This self-torture mechanism I have created,

When feelings are difficult to be translated,

When all you want to feel like again, is elated.

What if the bullying happens again?

Will I cope? Or break like I did when I was ten,

This fear I’ve got, my childhood is the stem,

I’m lost for words, can’t put words to the pen.

How do I escape this cycle of self-hatred?

This self-torture mechanism I have created,

When feelings are difficult to be translated,

When all you want to feel like again, is elated.

Hope you all enjoyed the poem! Let me know what you think!

Thanks for reading and I hope you have a great day!

James Sweeney

A Grandmother, Mother and to all a Friend

This is a poem I made for my Grandmother, when I found out that she had Alzheimer’s Disease. The poem is a very personal one for me and can also be located on my Alzheimer’s website, Don’t Forget Me. The poem acts a nostalgia train for me going through my life and the memories that I share with my Nana.

Note: Cap is a nickname that my brother made for my grandfather

A Grandmother, a Mother and to all a friend,
A person who would inspire you to the very end.

For a Woman who did so much for so many,
If she needed help she would try not to ask for any,
A nurse for years and a sister to her ward,
If you ever wanted to go for a walk she would be first on board,
A strong lady who could walk for miles,
Would take you up and down the aisles,
A Grandmother, a Mother and to all a friend,
A person who would help you to the very end.

For a woman who devoted her life to Cap,
She could make a killer bacon bap,
A devoted wife, lover and a friend,
The two together were the complete blend,
A woman who would help no matter who you were,
Who would help you see clearly if your mind was a blur,
A Grandmother, a Mother and to all a friend,
A person who you would admire to the very end.

For a woman who would go for walks down the beach,
She would always give advice, never to preach,
For all the walking we did on the rocks,
Even when she didn’t comment on my weird crocs,
For the rock pools we would look for all day,
A task that would need us to go all around the bay,
A Grandmother, a Mother and to all a friend,
A person who would guide you to the very end.

For a woman who could make the very best scone,
Any memories of her will never be gone,
A kind patient and incredible baker,
She would not even tell me off when I was a troublemaker,
A lady who could make the tastiest teisin lap,
She always would let me steal Caps cap,
A Grandmother, a Mother and to all a friend,
A person who would inspire you to the very end.
Please let me know what you think!

Thanks,

James Sweeney