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Propel Excel Arts natasha@propelexcel.co.uk 07729509894 Instagram:@natashahubertuk

To boldly give

18/10/2014

Though words may woo she will not be fooled
By charm and pictures hollow
Second to none she was born as one
And as one she shall remain

Substance of stem she has uncovered
Thankful to roots from which it came
She gives of herself without restraint
No gain nor agenda sought

Some reach to take, to use and dilute
Yet her dare to boldness soars
Yields to adventure, fervour, fullness
Alluring with zest untamed

To offer fair words when hands are held
Is a liberty unpossessed
To give without expectation
A trail he hath yet to tread

For until he learns where lack resides
With knowledge of strengths stand tall
True affection will his never be
Nor stillness within his soul

He wished me beauty, music, poetry and love

25/2/2014

A man once wished for me beauty, music, poetry and love.
It was what I would wish though thought not all may arrive.

A time ago I scrawled my frustration, the lack of gold, of sterling forthright men.
For they would swarm around like butterflies, flittering and flattering, with charming
Chatter their words would flutter, but words fall flatter when lacking true intent.

I'd ponder if one would ever pierce through the silk,
See the depth, venture deeper, see the true shades and ilk.

If the female dream were wrapped up in eloquently written fiction.
If life- without music and sumptuous country scenes,
Would it satisfy the heart's yearnings for breath-taking love, all-enveloping,
Heart-stopping, that... 'other' love.

Beauty, music, poetry and love shall continue to drive us.
Where they lead is not set, we'll just have to keep venturing and see.

Written by Natasha Hubert 2014

To hold steadfast

13/2/2014

To hold steadfast

Lingering kisses, lasting looks.
His bed, her head, tumultuous.
Subtle yet seeps, unknown in present eye
The affects that wreck, slowly tearing the heart.
Her conscience bewitched? or just beguiled?...

As an opal changes colour, slowly, almost unnoticed,
So too were her minds musings raveled up in impulses,
Yielding to a counter eye, desire and strive.
To be present, to notice, to act from root of truth-
But a youthful quest with a feeble prospect?...

Cyclical, swaying, nostalgic memory reverberates.
Guilt, frustration, saddened weary recollections.
Is one powerless to hold steadfast the things of
Treasure we hold dear? or just subject to revolve from
Self assurance in lack, needing others to cast clear?...

Still, she arrives a full circle with some clarity and comprehension,
Stronger in what was once longed for.
For through the shade and places of haze
The treasure appears more real with value renewed.

Written by Natasha Hubert 2012

February 03rd, 2014

3/2/2014

Oh to be

Oh to step out onto the lake
Feel the mist surround your ankles
With a deep breath intake

Oh to let the wind sweep beneath your arms
To smell the crisp fresh dew of the dawning air

To be without care just curiosity
To walk with weightlessness
Just simply be

Written by Natasha Hubert

Yin & Yang

23/1/2014

You are the Yin and I be Yang
Our story is that of poetry and art
Though time it took for shoots to bloom
Its season to ripen arrived and enlivened

From first we met such sparks you struck
Consuming my mind and flickering through
For there you were my perfect match
In you lay gems I longed to seek

Of gold and joy you were made for me
I marvel how intricate our design
You voice the thoughts within my head
I finish your speech in quicker time

In perfect love there is no fear
I am that of myself, no guile nor gild
Though oft I ponder where paths shall lead
With you no qualm be, only peace instilled

Written by Natasha Hubert 2011

To listen: A musing

13/1/2014

It is important to allow another to arrive at a thought, an idea, a notion by them self.
To encourage the connections, to flit and spark from one impulse to the next. Then finally settle on the stone that suits.
If I speak in haste, joining their dots, I've stunted the natural progression, the unfurling of their weaving.

Being present in conversation is not predicting what another shall voice. Be patient when the torrents don't come.
To really listen is to be wholly fixed on another's words. Hearing and absorbing; allowing yourself the space and freedom to mull and then respond.

Poetry: This could be a romantic movie scene...

6/1/2014

This could be a romantic movie scene...

They stand at a cross, trains shroud their voices
Grappling for words
Connecting the dots
She talks of deep wells though few sands have dropped
This could be a romantic movie scene

He meets her thoughts with no crease of his brow
She smiles as his cogs turn
No guile present
He confesses the cards he holds to his chest
This could be a romantic movie scene

Written by Natasha Hubert

Faster Higher Stronger

17/12/2013

One Cause
One Drive
The heart beats rise

Minds meet
Bodies blaze
A trail of their own

From high and low
All corners of the globe
Bring forth their strengths
Their colours
Their print

From sun to soil the rays ignite
Fire, aglow, a beckoning beacon that
Weakens the dark from morning 'til night
From hand to hand the footprints fall
They carry the torch uniting them all

For many moons have they journeyed this voyage
With stories and paths unique to one
It amounts to now
One hope
One chance
To sew a new tapestry
Standing proud for one's country

The call?
Higher
To be faster
Stronger
Diminish the limits
No walls
No longer

By Natasha Hubert 2012

Written specially for a choreography commission for Hertfordshire's Five Gold Rings;
An Olympics inspired music and dance Gala.
Natasha choreographed on DanceDigital's youth company, InPulse, with compositions from composers from Purcell School of music and participants from local Housing Associations.

My Darling Rose

9/12/2013

How loved you are dear daughter of mine
Around your head a garland I lay
More depths there are to be discovered
For jewels I have laid treasured in you

I see all that weighs on your heart
I am the fountain of peace
Come rest in me, replenish your soul
Lean towards me darling rose

The finest metal goes through the hottest flame
Yet you shall not be consumed
For like the vine you are strong, created to grow
Nourishing all around you

Ponderings of a leaf

2/12/2013

The older a leaf ages
The more intriguing and beautiful it becomes
The sturdy veins, its edgy form
Contorting most elegantly

Chlorophyll, like blood, the life force within
Streams, spreads, inhabits
Every part of us to the very tip

Leaves, the finger print of trees
Giving oxygen to our fragile form
Though seemingly cut off from its tree or colony
The leaf changes colour continuing to evolve

When beginning to still both body and will
Pondering the humble leaf
I breathed in the night, the air, its sounds

A great sense of movement
A pull from without
An energy from within
'Til it almost overwhelmed me

A light shone forth engulfing all around
A sense of being held
Supported from above, cradled from below

The breeze rustled through the trees
The quiet heightened my ears
Softening my mind
Bringing stillness to my soul