THIS WRITTERS HEART

I am not sure how long a poem should be, long enough to keep the reader interested. Unfortunately for this one I got carried away. So it could only in my opinion be a blog post as well as a spoken word piece on my new favourite app suno.  This week I was accused of being a fake writer, using AI and claiming the work as my own, this is categorically untrue (some of you may have seen my Facebook post ). So I guess this genuine poem by myself is in response to that. It hurt at the time, but with the support of my fellow writers who came to my aid; it hasn't stopped me from writing. After all I am 'A prolific writer' even if I don't always write it write.' https://sarahjholden.blogspot.com/2025/11/fake-writer-update.html I don't mind if you lose interest half way through, it is why I have shared the recording and the printed version. I am aware some of my readers are visually impaired, and it helps them and myself hear it spoken aloud. I believe it maybe the long...

  WHY WE WRITERS WRITE We write so to remember We write so to inspire We write so to hear We write so to encourage. We write so to see We write so to bless We write so to praise We write so to express. We write so to know We write so to share We write so to grow We write so to persuade. We write so to equip We write so to engage We write so to recap We write so to communicate. We write so to teach We write so to learn We write so to reach We write so to complain. We write so to inform We write so to testify We write so to proclaim We write so to reveal God's glory.... ©️Sarah Joy Holden https://suno.com/s/5tiPNJoMhGfgYgPU THESE WORDS WE WRITE These are poetry songs There short and long Hear our written words As we'd like them sung We often write for all others We write privately for ourselves Writing helps clear our minds It helps process our thoughts Writing not for fame Not writing to make a fortune But for our own pleasure With or without rhyme...

The story you are about to hear is true, and is based on the actual events that took place at time. However the characters names and locations have been changed, in order to protect their identities. It’s a dark Autumn November night, Melanie had just finished her long day shift at the local hospital. The pain in her feet was excruciating and she was extremely tired, all she wanted was to get home. On nights like these was when she wished she could drive. She loved her job at the hospital; but nothing would stop her quitting her role, unless the unforeseen was to happen. Melanie waited at the bus stop for the bus to come. Whilst she was waiting a gentlemen unfamiliar with the area arrived and asked if there was a bus due into town. 'Yes' Melanie replied, "it should be here in ten minutes." He was the type of gentlemen that was very chatty, she wished he would be quiet, she had gotto that frustrating tired stage. The man spoke of how where he lives in London there ...

So, another poem became a song overnight; now a total of six poetry songs by this creative heart. Jacob's Ladder was a poem that wrote for another poetry challenge on the  KSW group. I've known the kids' song all my life, but reading the story yesterday surprised me to the little I knew about Jake. I always thought i was a physical ladder we were asked to climb, I hadn't realised it was a dream, Jake had that he lay his head on a stone to sleep. Isn't it funny what we teach and got taught in Sunday School often snippets of the good stuff. Life is definitely a new classroom of learning every new day. Full story can be found in Genesis 28:10 -17. It is amazing how God connects His word to our gifts of creativity and in our own understanding and development. A little bible nugget transforms itself into creative writing genres, art and expressive art such drama, music and dance. The critics can make it harder and harder for us to reach our creative full potential often ...

JUST BEFORE: BY SARAH JOY HOLDEN  Before we critise, give praise Before we withdraw, let us reach out Before we complain, may we encourage Before we look inwards - look out. Before we cast hate, show love more Before we teach, we must first learn Before we are served, first serve Before we surrender, let us try again. Before we run, first learn to walk Before seeking more, count our blessings Before we assume, seek the truth Before we are friends, we are strangers. Before we say goodbye, say hello Before we journey, seek the way Before we overlook, let us observe Before we end, we must begin. Before we speak, open ears to listen Before we agree, let us consider Before we leave, we have to come in Before we act, let us pray to our Father. ©️

THE UNKNOWN STRANGER He sits alone on the bench Looking out onto the street Strange faces pass him by Not one has time for him today. As the wind blows around him This seat is so uncomfortable Footsteps quickly pass him by Not one pauses for him today. This day turns into the night Merry souls stagger passing by To frightened to shut his eyes No one cares where he sleeps. A man the world once respected Now a soul forgotten in time His face now goes unrecognised No one seems to have time for him. As the sun now begins to rise Here alone he eternally sleeps Folk clickbait as he's carried away That man they daily passed by. He is alone in death as in life Strange faces file past his grave Wrapped up in their own reflections For a stranger they had no time for. For our God who loves a try'er He loves the one we call a stranger The kindness and grace of a saviour Through every passing hour. ©️Sarah Joy Holden The parable of the good Samaritan -  Luke 10:25-37 (niv bible)