Not a first blog, but a first WordPress…

This is my first WordPress blog. I love writing, but stopped blogging several months ago due to lack of time; then I just stopped writing (short stories) altogether until about a month or two ago. Now I’ve decided to for myself or for close friends. My stories are mostly about things I feel very connected with; they might seem a bit strange to certain people; they use themes that I have close affinities with. This is why I write only for small circle of people who have similar ideals.

Blogging on the other hand is something new. I like to associate it with journalistic writing, which is what I would be (a journalist) if I were to choose a profession.  My New Year resolution for 2010 is to begin a new blog and work/add-on to it every week….wish me luck!

In closing I’d like to quote Albert Camus (1913-1960) –

“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

Rebellion is something we’re seeing on every level and in every way. But rebellion is not necessarily connected with negativity or violence; it can also be associated with personal renewal and growth. For without rebellion nothing new would take place and the world would be indeed a very dull and boring place to live.

She Said No

This poem is dedicated to women who learned how to defend themselves in case of rape and learned to say no. Under the lonely street lamp she waited

For the bus humming a happy song.

The pouring rain poured and grated;

Time stood still, the bus was long.

As radio tunes streamed into her ears

She failed to hear footsteps in the dark.

One hand held a greasy can of beer

The other slowly reached for its mark.

So shocked was she that for a moment she froze.

The she remembered her lessons and said: “No.”

She said “No, no, no!” as her right foot rose

And struck the man with very strong blows

In that fragile spot that every male knows

When struck releases excruciating pain that grows …

She said it; she said No. It felt so good

To see the man fall back from the blows.

When the bus arrived she pulled up her hood

As tears fell unreleased and her body throed.

But she did it; she said No.

©Joanne Pons, February 25, 2015

Two Haiku (different topics)

Haiku Number One

The wet wind blows strong

Budding branches on the tree

March rains announce spring.

Haiku Number Two

Tiny stars sparkle

The twilight dims and darkens

Diamonds on black velvet.

©Joanne Pons, March 3, 2015


Strong breezes blow through my hair;

Delightful melodies float in the air.

As the wheel of the season once again turns

Winter is a memory with life’s lessons learned.

Bright new sights and sweet sounds abound,

Renewed and reborn as Spring returns.

©Joanne Pons, March 3, 2015

A Very Special Person

In my life there is a very special someone

So true ans unforgettable, as the song goes.

He is the light of my life, my shining sun;

In his arms I feel love and sweet repose.

With this wonderful person I share my life;

Our love has marked us with joys and tears.

Our adventures in happiness and strife

Strengthened us throughout the passing years.

For us love is a many splendored thing,

Like a kaleidoscope at each turn

An adventure is released and brings

New lessons for you and me to learn.

Let us, my beloved, sing our song;

Me for you and you for me.

Let’s sing our love loud and strong

Together forever eternally.

©Joanne Pons, February 7, 2015

New Year Prayer

The dawn is not far in coming

The night is fading away.

The stars are no longer turning

As a soft light breaks into day.

Looking up I say a little prayer

To the New Year about to begin:

May Love and Peace reign where

Darkness envelopes all within

A sinister web of sorrow and snares.

Slowly the East gives birth to the new day,

And with it the beginning of a brand New Year.

The rising sun’s fiery light swirls and sways

The dimming stars as they disappear.

As the New Year grows so does my prayer

That with every new tomorrow love will prevail

With peace and harmony for all everywhere.

©Joanne Pons, 15 January, 2015

Freedom of Speech and of the Press

Freedom of speech and of the press is an important aspect of life and living in Western countries. In France satirizing authority and government in journalistic press is a national pass time since the end of the French Revolution (1789). To be struck down in a country where freedom of expression prevails is a slap in the face of human diversity.

How can we define freedom? Freedom can be defined as “The condition of being free from restraints” (The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language); it is also defined as “Frankness, openness, outspokenness, unrestrictedness” (The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia). Yet are we really free in today’s society? Can we really express our thoughts and ideals without some form of hindrance or restraint hovering over our heads? Some of those who dared, as the journalists in the French satirical newspaper, have paid with their lives. Others have been shot down, beheaded or flogged. In the West we are fortunate to be able to have the right to freely express ourselves, yet this liberty is not entirely free unless we remove the shackles of limitations that burden free thought. It is coming to a time when journalists, and along with them writers and cartoonists, are advancing the idea of rebelling against limitations. To honestly inform and express what they see and feel of that which is going on around them, to put forward terrible injustices, and even at times express what others are afraid to express, writers are needing to take risks to go above and beyond their professional duties to decry universal injustices. The very essence of freedom of the press and of speech is to act as a aid in informing, educating and encouraging personal development. In other words, freedom of speech is not only the possibility to express our personal ideas; it is also the possibility to accept or reject those of others. Where there is a lack of freedom of speech there is most often unilateral exposure to hate and violence.

Recently there is a saying that has been going around in journalistic circles: “Le plume est plus fort que le fusil,” that is, “the pen is stronger than the gun.” Some journalists are wary of this idea, believing that arms, whether the simple hand gun, the machine gun or arms of massive destruction, because of their ability to strike down to the core, will always be a greater force above and beyond the simple pen. This thought ignores the fact that throughout the history of the world, where one group of writers, and more recently journalists and cartoonists, have fallen, a younger, vibrant, courageous group rises to take their place. If this were not true, we would be ignorant about past history; we would have no historical time line from which to base the lives of our ancestors, and we would have no newspapers, books, television and other media to inform us about what is happening in the world today. Most important, we would be in total ignorance and at the mercy of manipulation as are certain populations on the planet.

The late French philosopher Albert Camus (1913-1960) said, “The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.” As things are going right now, some writers, cartoonists and journalists, in order to express their guaranteed right to free expression, are becoming rebels; they are taking the risk to defy fixed limitations, especially in lands where freedom of speech is nonexistent. Fortunately in many cases freedom of speech needn’t go to such extremes, but this doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. Journalistic writing and cartooning are precarious professions that not only uphold the truths that citizens are free to accept or reject exposed expressions, and also the right to express their own personal ideas. This is true freedom of speech. It should never be taken for granted in all its myriad forms. As long as the freedom to write, to speak and to caricature exists, and its counter part right to accept, reject and reply exists, newspapers, magazines, radio, television and other multimedia and cartoons will prevail, even if their existence is an act of rebellion.

It is only when tragedy strikes that we are compelled to re-examine our consciences to try and understand the true meaning of freedom of expression, of the possibility to write and caricature individuals, groups, thoughts, governments and ideals. This means confronting that which we might not agree with in the light of our own beliefs and culture. Open minded exchange means learning to agree to disagree. The most important thing to understand is the fact that while we may not agree with what has been expressed, we need to understand that in Western countries that uphold freedom of speech those who have expressed these ideas have the perfect legal right to express them, even if it might be disagreeable to some. Humanity, with its different faiths, cultures and philosophies can be compared to a kaleidoscope: different elements, colors, forms and shapes joining together to create a unified image: the planet Earth. It is my belief that it is possible for human diversity to join together hand in hand and live together in peace and harmony.

©Joanne Pons, 18 January 2015

Falling Leaves

Slowly walking down the tree-lined street
I watch the languid descent of falling leaves.
In Autumn fleeting life and inevitable death meet,
It’s a time to recall our ancestors and past feats.

Falling leaves, like lost dreams, summon us to remember
That life is ever flowing in spite of failures and trials
That we’ve neither nothing to hide nor to surrender;
Just to learn from past tribulations in life’s torrid spiral.

Autumn’s lovely bright colors and slowly falling leaves
Awaken from the depths long lost memories in my mind
Pulling and clinging like small children to my sleeves.
A falling leaf is the passing of an eternal moment in time.

©Joanne Pons, revised November 2014

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