source : Conservation International
Mirrors | A Poem by IN-Q
Tag: Poetry
We’re never lost if we can find each other
Never Lost illustrates the idea that as humans we are never truly lost as long as we can connect to each other.
Its montage of deserted streets, people finding new ways to connect during social distancing and COVID-19 Facebook posts is set to an extract from a very moving spoken word poem by British poet, Kate Tempest, called People’s Faces that was published last year on Vevo and is underscored by a stark and soulful piano track.
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Lyrics to People’s Faces
Was that a pivotal historical moment
We just went stumbling past?
Here we are
Dancing in the rumbling dark
So come a little closer
Give me something to grasp
Give me your beautiful
Crumbling heart
We’re working every dread day that is given us
Feeling like the person people meet
Really isn’t us
Like we’re going to buckle underneath the trouble
Like any minute now
The struggle’s going to finish us
And then we smile at all our friends
Even when I’m weak and I’m breaking
I’ll stand weeping at the train station
‘Cause I can see your faces
There is so much peace to be found in people’s faces
I love people’s faces
Songwriters: Daniel De Mussenden Carey / Kate Tempest
People’s Faces lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Domino Publishing Company
The Great Realisation
Simple poems for complicated times – Probably Tom Foolery
Life’s real treasures
[Destination British Columbia]
Discover hidden treasures in the Kootenay Rockies region of British Columbia.
Vocabulary chunks from the video :
- a child of the wild
- quiet wonder
- moments of truth
- seared into my soul
- super natural
the little window
I am an African
I Am An African
I am an African
Not because I was born there
But because my heart beats with Africa’s
I am an African
Not because my skin is black
But because my mind is engaged by Africa
I am an African
Not because I live on its soil
But because my soul is at home in Africa
When Africa weeps for her children
My cheeks are stained with tears
When Africa honours her elders
My head is bowed in respect
When Africa mourns for her victims
My hands are joined in prayer
When Africa celebrates her triumphs
My feet are alive with dancing
I am an African
For her blue skies take my breath away
And my hope for the future is bright
I am an African
For her people greet me as family
And teach me the meaning of community
I am an African
For her wildness quenches my spirit
And brings me closer to the source of life
When the music of Africa beats in the wind
My blood pulses to its rhythm
And I become the essence of sound
When the colours of Africa dazzle in the sun
My senses drink in its rainbow
And I become the palette of nature
When the stories of Africa echo round the fire
My feet walk in its pathways
And I become the footprints of history
I am an African
Because she is the cradle of our birth
And nurtures an ancient wisdom
I am an African
Because she lives in the world’s shadow
And bursts with a radiant luminosity
I am an African
Because she is the land of tomorrow
And I recognise her gifts as sacred
Wayne Visser © 2005
A nation of rivers
Ontario Travel
“To travel by canoe is to ponder where we came from, where we are, where we’re going, who we were, who we are and who we can be. Suspended between the world above and the world below. Stillness in harmonic motion. These are the paddles’ promises. To paddle is to plug into the energies of the place, the land, the air, the water, the ancestors, the children who are yet to be born The paddle connects us to all of that. To pull is to connect to the river itself but also to the land that nourishes. To be there, to be connected, as a mix of Canadians new and old. If it is love that binds people to places in this nation of rivers and in this river of nations, then one enduring expression of that simple truth, is surely the canoe.” – James Raffan, adventurer, acclaimed author and Director Emeritus of the Canadian Canoe Museum.
fly
“More room in your heart for love, for the trees! For the birds who own nothing—the reason they can fly.”
— Mary Oliver
One day, one day soon
my soul is in Africa
[JAINVEVO]
Jeanne Galice, known professionally as Jain, is a French singer-songwriter. Her debut album, Zanaka, was released in November 2015.
Black burn. I feel so alone without you boy
now I ‘m here
hanging out in the street
thinking about reactions over actions
walking on the sky of my dreams
Come, come, my baby come
I will show you the world
Come ,come, my baby come
I will cover your nightmares
Come, come, my baby come
I will love you forever
Come, come, my baby come
I will not let you go
My love, I just feel so lost
without you boy
I am yours even if time has passed
Take me away
from this impetuous world
leaving this jail of my mind
My soul, my soul is in Africa, with you boy
My soul, is in Africa with you boy
Looking at the stars
on this diamond sky
giving you my heart
so you can keep it on your mind
floating on your blazing eyes
Vocabulary in Chunks 
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