Day: June 21, 2017

To have and to hold

Blogging and Bloggers

from Raili

soulgifts - Telling Tales

old couple

The other day I wrote a poem about disposable relationships.

Today I write a sequel based on a lifetime of relationshipping experiences.  A mini how ‘to have and to hold from this day forth, in sickness and in health, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health…’

When things go pear shaped between couples somehow it feels so wrong  that the world keeps on spinning seemingly oblivious to the hurt, that the sun keeps shining, that people laugh, play and are happy. It’s hard to see the good because the pain can be so big in your heart that it makes every cell in your body hurt.

But there is always a way through the hurt. A path from which learning and growth can be discovered.

When people are hurt or angry, there is a tendency to rant, instead of clearly stating feelings and needs. Of…

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Is Your Blog As Friendly As You Think It Is?

Blogging and Bloggers

from Hugh’s Views & News

Hugh's Views & News  

Just imagine it’s your first day here on Planet Blog and you and everyone else with you hears the words “Hands up all those that want 1,000 followers.” What percentage of people in your group do you think would put up their hand?

When we start our journey in the world of blogging, getting as many followers as possible is very important to all of us.  Why write and blog if nobody is going to read what we have to say?

So we’ve managed to gain lots of followers and we want more, yet we seem to also be losing followers.  I wonder why?

I learned very quickly that building and maintaining your very own blogging community is an important aspect of blogging and one of the easiest ways to start losing followers is by not acknowledging those followers that leave comments.  In my time as a blogger I’ve seen this…

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A Flight of Ideas: Secret Obscenities

Abstracts, Flash fiction, LGBTQ, The AIDS Epidemic

My life ended and sent me into crisis.

An arm around my shoulder, a doctor gives counsel:

He says, if I take my pills, I will forget my grief, I will be happy.

He says, the Lord is in my heart, if I search it, I’ll find him, he’ll
save me.

He says, if I climb the right steps, I’ll be normal, if I talk about it:
this grief I can’t mention.

My lies are those of one who doesn’t trust, and so I fear
that unless the lying stops, I will —

Become the prank who attends his own funeral, mingling
with the mourners, and whispering secret obscenities.

(c)text Rob Goldstein 1984, image Rob Goldstein 2017