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APRIL WRITE 2013 – DAY 3 – BONDS THAT BIND

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Welcome to Day 3
6th Annual April Write 2013

I am known as Lana Joseph,
aka “LJ”
Lana is a character…
A name that I created for my short stories
She is Me
She’s born to create a variety of Art.
My real name is Queen A. Smith

I am a Woman, a Wife, a Mother, a Retired Classroom Teacher, a Theatre Director, a Playwright, a Short Story Writer, a Poetess, a Freelance Editor and a bit more.

I have been writing Poetry for approximately 6 years (publicly). Writing is a gift from God, and my passion. I am always grateful when someone is able to connect with my work; it is truly a humbling experience for me. Although my focus in writing is free verse poetry, short stories and play-writing, I am always challenging myself to write in many different formats. I am currently working on two books, which I hope to have published by the end of Winter 2013.

Additionally, I am Directing a new play that I’ve adapted for the stage. It is called “The Bonds That Binds.” This play have touched me deeply, due to the fact that it’s about a family that was separated for many years; and they are finally reunited by the end of the production. It touched me so, because personally, I have connected with newly found family members. I believe that it is very important to know my roots. I have a much better understanding now of where I come from.

My Topic for today is “Bonds That Bind.” Please feel free to explore this topic in any way that is suitable for you.

I will post my scribe based on this theme and posting it a little later today. I’m looking forward to reading and absorbing all of your offerings. Much Respect, Love & Peace To You All. ♥ LJ

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  1. Donna Parkinson © April 2013

    Day 3..Bonds that bind,

    You can’t break the bonds that bind,
    My mind,
    With the kind,
    Of combined,
    Feelings that I have refined,
    And designed,
    To be entwined,
    With the words signed,
    Across my heart…
    Those words are not confined,
    Solely within the areas I have shined,
    They are not blind,
    To your maligned,
    State of mind,
    However, they are aligned,
    With the bonds that bind,
    And remind,
    Me that I’m inclined,
    To be oblivious to your unkind,
    Attack on my heart…

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  2. Neapolean Smith © April 2013

    I am the creator
    The alpha and omega
    To the words that I say
    There is no one greater

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  3. Lana Joseph © April 2013

    Bonds That Bind
    “By LJ”

    Sacred…
    Ancestors blood bled for me
    for us
    for the family

    realizing… promise
    shedding hope some never knew
    beneath the Heaven

    many stood like trees
    roots were firm… like men before
    women strong… grounded

    manifesting hope
    love… faith… kindness… dreams realized
    Now… what do we breathe?

    Are the bonds that bind polluted with hate?
    Are we standing tall
    planted and deeply rooted
    like men & women who sacrificed for many?

    I believe in love.
    I believe that the essence of love is our perception
    If we love and believe in ourselves…
    we can achieve beyond our dreams.

    We can do so much more
    when we know who came before

    We can be so much more when we are united.

    Copyright © 2013 LJ-N69321960-QADJS
    All Rights Reserved.

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  4. Zita Holbourne © April 2013

    Bonds That Bind Me

    The bonds that bind me
    Enslave me
    Chain me
    To a past I’d rather forget
    Mental torture and yet
    What didn’t break me
    Strengthened me
    The burden I bare
    Might for others scare
    But I carry it boldly
    Even when others react coldly
    These bonds that bind me to my past
    I wonder how long they will last
    I cannot escape or sever the ties
    I cannot cover them up with myths or lies
    I must own my bonds if not with pride
    I have to acknowledge that to them I’m tied
    They’ve got me in an embarrassing tight bind
    Sometimes I feel I’m losing my mind
    Others times I wish I could leave them behind
    But me and my kin we’re of the same kind
    There were days I pretended I was somebody new
    But by sun down I was feeling blue
    Missing the bonds that bind me
    A love hate relationship yet still family
    Now resigned to the fact that my present and past are bound
    By bonds that make my heart pound
    That ignite my days and seal my nights
    That help me distinguish between wrongs and rights
    That take me forward whilst still keeping me rooted
    Stabilising me so I’m sure footed
    Without these ties I might stumble and fall
    With them I rise, stand tall
    These bonds that bind me not burdensome after all
    Bonds that hear me when I call
    Wrap themselves around me like a warm shawl
    Giving solid support like a brick wall
    Bonds that bind me
    Sometimes feeling like chains that enslave me
    But each day they save me

    Zita Holbourne, Poet-Artist-Activist AprilWrite 2013 Day 3

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  5. Debbie Golt © April 2013

    Bonds that bind? When talking of family and roots, unlike most, most of my roots have to be the ones I make myself.
    On my mother’s English/Scottish side of the family we can go some way back and even if we couldn’t we have some idea from others’ experiences how things may have been;
    On my father’s side we only know his parents’ names and where they lived when they came to England, and a bit about how from the little he told us and the one photograph of his family I have ever seen;
    We know not exactly where they lived in Poland, we have searched in vain for records and none are revealed;
    We know they were quite orthodox Jews and because of their being thus, their invisibility was sealed;
    No documentation of the ship’s passengers that perhaps they came on, none of births, marriages or others’ deaths in the place they may have left;
    No certainty even of their original name, and it actually leaves me sometimes with a sense of no roots, sometimes utterly bereft;
    If I gave it full vent – no belonging anywhere despite my parents’ strong teachings of here and now family;
    However that’s not me, not my style, I hold my head up loftily;
    And I know I came from love, that I share love and that I choose very clearly my path and routes;
    I belong right here from choice not obligation, bonds bind willingly as my own heritage grows with new leaves and shoots …

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  6. Slaine Montmont © April 2013

    Bonds That Bind love in a moment it a magical notion hits me
    I am in that love jones voodoo again. I need it crave it daily
    but I am blinded by the power of it every time. I flow in it swim in it lean on it learn from it

    Bonds That Bind love
    not know what love is not seeing love in other or myself not recognizing loving ways or loving moments. not being able to feel love taste love drink it all up. I need to stop being pussy wiped and court up in that lust shit. which has a fusion a metaphor to show me I am still alive but I don’t want to dream in it live in it forever

    Bonds That Bind love
    I fight it with a passion not to be covered in it. having a heart is painful as when I am in I am all up in it so my expectations are very rass clart high. and too be let down again and again is like a deaf a bereavement of my loving soul. I have come to overstand that love loving me giving of myself what bonds that blind me is just FEAR. fear of the unknown. even thought the exchange is magical and healing. it exposed areas of my life I would rather not visit too offered but just dip my toes into when I need a healing.

    love loving moments exchanges can be for a moment a season or a life time am I prepare to roll over my fears. well that is the question.

    Bonds That Bind love in a moment it a magical notion hits me
    I am in that love jones voodoo again. I need it crave it daily
    but I am blinded by the power of it every time. I flow in it swim in it lean on it learn from it

    Bonds That Bind love
    not know what love is not seeing love in other or myself not recognizing loving ways or loving moments. not being able to feel love taste love drink it all up. I need to stop being pussy wiped and court up in that lust shit. which has a fusion a metaphor to show me I am still alive but I don’t want to dream in it live in it forever

    Bonds That Bind love
    I fight it with a passion not to be covered in it. having a heart is painful as when I am in I am all up in it so my expectations are very rass clart high. and too be let down again and again is like a deaf a bereavement of my loving soul. I have come to overstand that love loving me giving of myself what bonds that blind me is just FEAR. fear of the unknown. even thought the exchange is magical and healing. it exposed areas of my life I would rather not visit too offered but just dip my toes into when I need a healing.

    love loving moments exchanges can be for a moment a season or a life time am I prepare to roll over my fears. well that is the question. Bonds that blind love I used to be blinded and boned cause I did not no self love or self worth. then I was blinded and boned to silence by my abuser. then I was coded by my up bringing culture place in my family a schooling system I did not understand as I am dyslexic. my list id long. fearful of being a long and forfulling my artist potential. then bonded by my re-lie-us up bringing that kept me inna DV situation for 6 years as I was fearful to tell and break up my family unit. for every fearly of my bouts of depression with can last for a few hours a few months or my last trip down that darkness 18 months of not being able to mover wash live my home or look into a mirror and not see my own face. I now honered my talent passions loves lovers children friends connections as my differentS make me perfect and as I have my ancestors and dead relatives to lean on and my earthly mentors I peep off like an onion the BONDS THAT BIND LOVE LIFE AND ME.

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  7. Marina Bayley © April 2013

    Bonds that Bind

    The bonds which bind me,
    No longer confine me
    Constrict the throat,
    Not even able to choke
    The bonds which bind me
    Which unwind me
    Loose and unconnected
    True self never reflected
    Want to leave this behind
    Get the feeling out of my mind
    Bonds reflected
    But never really connective
    Failing to confirm to social norms
    To understand why
    Substandard roles,
    can never take hold
    Just wish I could ascend
    To bonds which bind WE
    Love reflected, respected

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  8. Alicia Patterson © April 2013

    The Bonds that Bind
    Will keep me glued to you.
    No matter how hard you fight
    These ties will keep us true..
    So no need for all the denial
    Its a waste of breath..
    Denying your child like she is not the best..
    Just because you weren’t lucky enough to see…
    Lucky enough to be
    in the essence of all her curiosity..
    in the midst of all her energy
    If you were ,you would be less
    Interested in DNA tests.
    Your soul would rest..
    Once you realize
    that when you look into hers,
    You are also looking on your eyes.

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