Thursday, May 24, 2018
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Changes d/t GDPR-EU
New Information about Susans Soul Poetry
Unfortunately with GRDP (General Data Protection Regulation) compliance being required by the EU on May 25, 2018, it has been much more difficult to operate a Blog without reading and understanding all that is legally required so that personal information is not shared with anyone unless you consent to that.
Because I have been marketing my two blogs (Reaching For Light) I will not be able to continue without major changes and costs for me. I have no income for my blogs. This is the reason I came to Blogger from Word Press. I was being charged for multiple services there and although I like Word Press, you need a higher income than I have on Social Security, my only income each month.
Susans Soul Poetry will continue with Susans Soul/Old Soul Thoughts, prose and poetry. I understand that people are very sensitive to the information that is held on websites and shared with other websites such as social media marketing. The cost for me to continue as I have been is way above what I can afford and it just seems that costs will continue to rise as more regulations are added because this is just the tip of the iceberg since the Facebook debacle and its ties to politics and fraudulently obtaining information.
After today, I will blog, but personally for myself or I may just use AllPoetry.com where I write my poetry. If you want to follow my poetry, you can either follow here (without marketing advertisement) or on all poetry. I will also have a book, Toward the Light, a poetic memoir of my childhood coming out soon. It is completed and I am looking for a publisher at this time. God Bless You Friends. Susans Soul...
Thursday, May 10, 2018
Painting and Poetry
Artistic Comparisons
Painting and Poetry are much the same.
The painter creates an image to be seen.
Gazes turn to the beauty that talent created.
The poet weaves a painting with unique and
beautiful words and phrases plus artistry.
Read far and wide, heart beckons poetry.
Whether a connoissour of canvas and tapestry,
or one enamoured with poetic word artistry,
beauty surrounds each by seeking and sight.
Thus, two of a kaleidoscope of arts to celebrate,
used so one can ponder self, another or world.
Praise & Glory therefore to God, Creator of all.
The painter creates an image to be seen.
Gazes turn to the beauty that talent created.
The poet weaves a painting with unique and
beautiful words and phrases plus artistry.
Read far and wide, heart beckons poetry.
Whether a connoissour of canvas and tapestry,
or one enamoured with poetic word artistry,
beauty surrounds each by seeking and sight.
Thus, two of a kaleidoscope of arts to celebrate,
used so one can ponder self, another or world.
Praise & Glory therefore to God, Creator of all.
Susans Soul
© 23 hours ago, Susan Langer art • poetry • god-creation
Sunday, May 6, 2018
Mine Town Story
Mine Town Story
West Virginia Born, I was.
we call hollers, no towns near.
Food is scarce, but work's scarcer
Not many choices left 'cept to
work the coal mines three shifts
or could be a farmer or a bum.
Money here is Paper Scrip
and only payable to the miner
to buy and pay at Company Store.
Not much choice, no choice.
Houses were identical row houses.
Owned by Coal Mine, built cheap
in return for your slavery with
all boys, men of age to work mines.
.
Life was the same all around.
every mine visited identical
Every Coal Company same
No where else to go, no cars.
They had one room schools
with all grades in one room.
Most times older ones taught littles.
Spaces cramped no heat 'cept coal.
As time went on the Mines were
more civilized and built churches,
movie theaters, playgrounds too.
But pay was low and still trapped.
West Virginia mountains beauty
but was raped and ravaged by
thieves and risk takers of mine
Poverty, does not reduce beauty.
©Susans Soul
West Virginia Born, I was.
Not by choice here in 1951
Living in a Company Townwe call hollers, no towns near.
Food is scarce, but work's scarcer
Not many choices left 'cept to
work the coal mines three shifts
or could be a farmer or a bum.
Money here is Paper Scrip
and only payable to the miner
to buy and pay at Company Store.
Not much choice, no choice.
Houses were identical row houses.
Owned by Coal Mine, built cheap
in return for your slavery with
all boys, men of age to work mines.
.
Life was the same all around.
every mine visited identical
Every Coal Company same
No where else to go, no cars.
They had one room schools
with all grades in one room.
Most times older ones taught littles.
Spaces cramped no heat 'cept coal.
As time went on the Mines were
more civilized and built churches,
movie theaters, playgrounds too.
But pay was low and still trapped.
West Virginia mountains beauty
but was raped and ravaged by
thieves and risk takers of mine
Poverty, does not reduce beauty.
©Susans Soul
Friday, May 4, 2018
Mother Forgiveness
Mother Forgiveness
Mother forgiveness
hard to find within.
New flashbacks
Impede my pace.
Did you momma?
My mind says yes.
But my heart says
No. No. No? No?
Flashback real.
I forgive
You
Anyway.
hard to find within.
New flashbacks
Impede my pace.
Did you momma?
My mind says yes.
But my heart says
No. No. No? No?
Flashback real.
I forgive
You
Anyway.
Susans Soul
© 2018 Susan Langer
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Manipulation
Manipulation
Manipulation
I encourage you
To VICTIMIZE me
So that I can
Feel unworthy
The game I play
Involves setting
Up myself as
Well as you
To misuse me
And abuse me.
I can then say
“None of this
Is my fault!”
I’m a VICTIM
Of Circumstances.
© 1986 Susan Langer
I encourage you
To VICTIMIZE me
So that I can
Feel unworthy
The game I play
Involves setting
Up myself as
Well as you
To misuse me
And abuse me.
I can then say
“None of this
Is my fault!”
I’m a VICTIM
Of Circumstances.
© 1986 Susan Langer
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