Against all the odds, Dr. Shenita Etwaroo has risen up from traumatic abuse, and unspeakable loss to speak for the voiceless through the glory of God. Shenita is a writer, teacher, film producer, a vegan and an activist and an advocate for animals. She has long been active in animal protection, and human rights issues. Following her doctorate in counseling, she set out to deepen her knowledge, striving to promote the values she believes in: love and and compassion for every living creature, regardless of the species.Her work as a fiction writer and as a non-fiction columnist aligns her world views with hope and passion, striving to offer a voice to those who are innocent, oppressed and vulnerable and can't speak for themselves.
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Poems by Richard Eggenberger (Narad)
Richard Eggenberger is a highly regarded poet and author of numerous works on spiritual themes. Horticulturist, opera singer, musician, and tropical plant specialist, his Handbook on Plumeria Culture is a classic. He received his spiritual name, Narad, “The Heavenly Singer” from the Mother of the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, Pondicherry, India. Even as a child, around the age of two or three, I was in love with the earth and recall the delight I felt as I touched her heart. Innocent and gleeful, I smelled the richness of the grass, the pure air and the sonorities of the singing brook. One might ask how it is possible that young child could remember such things but I would answer, “Was this my first visit to earth?” I have presentiments of births in ages past and lives in foreign lands, no less real than today in India and the U.S.
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I've probably had a little more life experience than your average person.
I'm just trying to get through life as best I can.
This seems like a fairly healthy way to express myself.
So I'm just going to go for it.
Hello poetry lovers,
My name is Veronica Ellen. I am the poetic mind behind Barren Wasteland, and I have come to Poeticous in an attempt to broaden my social media locations.
A little bit about me: I am a 23 year old Canadian who works in a bakery, and I love it. I also do online schooling on the side.
More later, possibly. When I figure out other relevant facts to share with everyone!
Hope you enjoy my poetic outlook on life, and feedback is always appreciated!
that about covers it.
I dunno what to write - says the writer.
I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad. I have written, most likely, thousands of poems in my life. Some I like, some not soo much, but, they are all organic.
There is truly only one poem I have written that I LOVED and I can't find it. It was most likely destroyed by my ex who made every attempt to hurt me when I finally walked away from a hateful, hostile, hurtful relationship. C'est La Vie - chapter closed and epitaph crafted.
Just getting by
I have gone through a lot at only 19 (in 2015). I have had 8 surgeries because I was born with a birth defect and I have suffered from being bullied by many people from school and other places. I hope my experiences can help you. I try to always do something neat with my poems. Oh, and I also bake...my grandpa taught me how. (:
I enjoy writing and I'm looking for some other people to share it with that would give me the truth how it makes them feel or if they like it or not. Writing is a deep passion of mine and express most of my feelings.
Really I'm just that kid at the back of the room who is just waiting for you to come and introduce yourself. If you want to know more message me or email me a [email protected]
Born March, 15th, 1968 in a small town called Gettysburg, South Dakota. My father was in the United States Air Force, so during my early childhood we moved a lot. South Dakota, Montana, Texas; but my home is in West Virginia.
I hated school and rarely went to class during my high school years. I was a contributing writer to my high school newspaper, a member of the Psychology Club and that's about all I remember during those years. I had few friends and I dropped out of high school during my senior year. Much of that had to do with my mother more than my disdain for going to school.
I later went to college to study English Literature, dropped out, and went back several years later to study Psychology and Psychiatric Rehabilitation. I've written for several Mental Health Journals and Newsletters and hosted conferences and seminars on various mental health issues.
I have kept a diary since I was nine years old and journals as I got older. I have tons of spiral notebooks of short stories I wrote during those formative years and it wasn't until adulthood that I started writing poetry. I can not say for certain that my poems are any good. But I thought I would put it out there. If nothing else, it makes me feel better. :)
Im 18 fresh out of high school..
I remember my mothers words before the first day of school in 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th grade. “it will be ok. This is a new year. Just be yourself” but back then I didn't have a self, No personality at all. and somewhere along the time that I started to get one, the phrase “just be yourself” started to die and what came as a replacement was “don't be this” “don't be like that” “don't wear this” “suck in your stomach like that” and so I began to write poetry.
I come from a past of both feast and famine, for I have lived with love and riches as I have done without, living day to day not knowing where I would sleep or what I'd even eat. I have loved and lost, and found true love at last. I have been blessed by God even after cursing His Holy name. I have delved into the crevices of madness, and cowered in the shadows of insanity that some may call the place of Hell. In spite of my countless mistakes, I have been delivered from a place of tribulation to one of testimony. As you read the oscillating messages contained in the tales within, please know that every lonesome night of pain and darkness is followed by the breaking dawn of opportunity from the rising of the sun which peers it's shining face above the horizons that separate us from the angels who sing His name on high. And even when the shadows of the darkness overtake our skies again, it's only a matter of what we perceive as time before the light will shine once more to ever light the way.
Just a 14 year old writer I hope this can grow in the future