Category Archives: Poems


Send her your false prophets
she will revere them
to bask in their glory

Send him your real prophets
he will fight them
to keep his position
– up, not down

Send a child your prophets
it will listen
– unless it’s too busy
doing more interesting things

Send me your prophets
I will bury them

Thou shalt not revere
Thou shalt not fight
Thou shalt not listen

I don’t know where this one came from. Which is ironic, considering the fact that our propmt today at was “How did I get here”.


Even when it feels unbearable (at first)
when someone treats us better
than we treat ourselves
they might be right

Look into their eyes
it will show
love that you deserve
simply by


Simply be existing
you deserve love
to be shown
in people’s eyes

They are right
in treating us well
even when we sometimes find it hard
to treat ourselves well enough to feel loved

The prompt today at is ‘unspoken’. When I looked through my notes of the PsychoEnergetics training program, I realised that some of the things the teachers said were almost a poem. So I decided to use this as my starting point for today.


There’s so much to think about
a gazillion thoughts
parallel universes
missed opportunities
dangers to control

Compared to those
there’s not much
to feel about – only the moment


I’ll start

trusting that

a little


I photographed this door during a PSEN workshop in Amsterdam, at the end of May this year. I hadn’t posted for #ThursdayDoor in a while I believe, but I knew I wanted to take this door home for later use. If you can, zoom in and study the sculpting above the doors. It’s an absolute pleasure to look at.

At the prompt for today is breathe. This poem was written after a PSEN day. We do a lot of breathing there, to support the deep work we do. The workshop in Amsterdam was called Transgenerational Haunting
How Unresolved Ancestral Trauma Can Be Recognized, Understood & Healed. It’s been held in Zagreb since, and will be held in Hamburg, Paris and again Amsterdam. It was so rich in experience and learning that I’d visit all of them if I could.

As it it, I’m struggling to find the money for my second year of the full training program. A friend made me a GoFundMe page, so people can support me to get there. I love her for it, but there’s one thing I’d love even more: to make that money by coaching people. Because I love coaching – and I’m good at it 🙂 Please send me a message if you’re interested – we can come up with a Pay What You Can Afford construction if you need that to make it work.


He let me look
inside his head

walk into dreams
he hadn’t had yet

they woke up fears
I never had

they haven’t walked
out of my head yet

The prompt today at was fur babies. I ended up with a weird waltz instead. I’ll include a picture of my cat to compensate 🙂 She’s the feline version of a teenager. She’s great at looking moody. She comes home for food, and then goes out as soon as she can. She’ll ignore any sensible suggestion you make to her. And she is loved. Lots


She wore her underwear
on her sleeve
for all to see
for all to enjoy

Why be shy
was her quizzical question
to no one personal
to no one general

I’m the inventor of upperwear
and I’m proud of it

Today’s prompt at was ‘broken’. I have written about my broken foot already and enough posts have been inspired by a brain that felt broken, so today only my picture will be on prompt. The poem seems to have been written May 22nd 2014, at least that’s what my notebook claims. I’m too tired to come up with something new.

Get Well, Reuben Woolley

Yesterday I wrote about Reuben Woolley, today I’ve recorded a poem for him. I’m going to send the poem to him by messaging him through his Facebook Page. I’m sharing the link so you can join us in wishing him well if you like.

Unfortunately there’s another page I need to share, a medical fundraiser for our #OctPoWriMo host Morgan Dragonwillow. Here’s what she wrote today:
“I fell on October 13th and the orthopedist says I, at minimum, stretched/sprained my MCL and possibly tore it and the miniscus. According to the doc, at minimum I can’t work for six weeks and the medical bills are starting to add up as I do not have insurance. Emergency room was $2200, the orthopedist I do not have a total for today yet but I’m sure it is going to be at least several hundred with the x-rays and this special brace, not counting future visits. The MRI is $525 and if I need surgery, a whole lot more will be added. Of course I have my regular bills, aprox. $800 a month, of which I’ll also need help with until I can start working again.

I do not like having to ask for help, but if you can it would be greatly appreciated.”

You can also help by sharing her fundraiser.

If you want to read the poem instead of watching the video, you can find the original here.