It inspired this Tanka:
Safety or freedom
Choosing one we lose them both—
In chains of our choice
Urgent call of liberty
Silenced in our hollow hearts
Afterword: Tanka is a Japanese form of five lines with 5, 7, 5, 7, and 7 syllables—31 in all.
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Beforeword: We are all connected to the universe, to each other, to God. If only we could live to honor those connections instead of going against the grain.
Bound by threads unseen
we are one with the cosmos
with each other—God
if only we chose to live
in harmony, not discord
Afterword: Tanka is a Japanese form of five lines with 5, 7, 5, 7, and 7 syllables—31 in all.
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Before word: Cycles are to humans what seasons are to nature.
Cycles mirror us
as seasons reflect nature—
birth, growth, and decline
life’s ebb and flow intertwined
echoes of earth’s ancient song
Afterword: Tanka is a Japanese form of five lines with 5, 7, 5, 7, and 7 syllables—31 in all.
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. I’m dedicating this month to blog words of affirmation, celebration, gratitude and life. Please join me in celebrating with/through words.
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My love looks better on you
Like my favorite summer dress, fitted and true
You always smiled in pure delight
When I wore it on our many date nights
But the seasons, they changed way too fast
Autumn’s chill claimed you at last
Now the dress lies empty and cold
Haunting stories in the memory it holds
In the whispers of the evening breeze
I hear your laughter through the trees
The way you wore my love, so well
It echoes from where your spirit now dwells
Though you’re not here, your love remains
A soothing balm for all my pains
I see it in the stars above
For my love looks better on you, my love
In my dreams, you wear it still, I know
My love, like my dress, in memory flow
The memories of how your hand clung to mine
Feels like they’re escaping on wings to the Divine
My love looks better on you
Even now, in skies of blue
And when the night begins to fall
I’ll feel your presence through it all
Until we meet where time is none
And all that’s lost is once more won
I’ll hold this thought so pure and true:
My love was always better on you
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Nod to Alicia Keys’s song of the same title
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If can’t bend, you’ll surely break
Rigid trees in storm’s fierce wake
See the willow, how it sways
In placid winds, it gently plays
Roots deep, won’t snap or fall
Flexibility, bending, is its call
When life’s storms come, don’t fear
Bounce back, persevere
Afterword: Lisa over at Tao Talk is hosting Monday Quadrille at D’Verse Poets Pub. She chose the prompt word “Bend”. A quadrille is a poem of exactly 44 words, not including the title.
You may also like my previous post that informed this quadrille: “Be Like A Tree”.
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There, by the silence of the tomb
His friend, laid low
A brother in the cold embrace of death
His heart overflowed with human sorrow
Jesus wept
He’s seen and known sorrow
A man acquainted with grief
This death ushered in a darkness too deep
Burdening His soul, strangling his heart
Jesus wept
His tears fell, mingling with the earth
In that moment, the world grew still
As if creation itself held its breath
Receiving the tears of the One who spoke it into being
Jesus wept
In His tears, a revelation unfolds—
That the Almighty shares our burdens
That Divinity knows our pain
That sorrow, too, and grief are sacred
Jesus wept
For every tear we cry
For every loss that breaks our hearts
For the moments when faith wavers
And the nights when hope feels afar
Jesus wept
When your heart is heavy
And your cries seem unheard
His compassion weeps with you
His compassion stands with you
Jesus wept
In His tears is the seed of resurrection power
A whisper of the dawn that follows the darkest night
For He is the Light that no darkness can extinguish
The Life that conquers all death
And so—
Jesus wept
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Rain—nature’s self-care, nature made
Drop by drop, earth’s hurt is stayed
Sometimes it falls from skies with grace
A tender touch, a soft embrace
At other times skies fierce cry
Winds will howl, and sea will sigh
As lightning splits the darkest night
So too does pain, with blinding might
Each drop of tear revives the heart
As sorrow fades and grief depart
It washes wounds, it mends the pain
In every tear, there lies a gain
For tears and rain are much the same
They cleanse the soul, they cool the flame
In stormy nights and darkest fears
We find our strength in rain and tears
So let them fall, both tears and rain
For in their flow, we break our chains
A gift from clouds, a gift from eyes
Nurtured in stormy skies and cries
Afterword: This poem is a reflection on the connection between tears and rain—both born of nature, both born to nurture.
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Beforeword: This poetry-music collab is inspired by renowned gospel artist, Kirk Franklin, who is known for blending gospel music with contemporary sounds. Here’s to some of his most popular foot-tapping-body-moving-hands-lifted-high songs using the literary technique: parataxis.
Imagine me igniting a Revolution as I Stomp my way to Brighter Days where I can’t help but Smile ‘cause “…even when I hurt, see” I Smile for I made it through The Storm [and it] is Over Now and I got me a Blessing in the Storm that makes me Wanna Be Happy and sing all kinds of Hosanna praises like Melodies from Heaven rolling off my tongue and I bow prostrate proclaiming: “Now Behold the Lamb” for there’s Something About the Name Jesus, that name is the reason Why [I] Sing—it’s my Love Theory—and that makes me wanna Stomp all over again starting another Hosanna praise dance to the assurance that He Reigns, this Awesome God who tells me I Can and I dance the more in praises till I’m so high, so close to my DaddyGod I can hear Him whisper: “Lean on Me” and so Before I Die this is my Declaration: You, God, are My Life, My Love, My All
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Everyone regale butterflies’ splendor
No one fawns o’er cocoon’s grandeur
Cocoon is beauty formation
Protective encapsulation
Pupa’s transformation
Silky isolation
Life in incubation
Timed revelation
Everyone regale butterflies’ splendor
But no one fawns o’er cocoon’s grandeur
Cocoon is life in the making
Everyone regale lives transformed
No one fawns o’er crucibles formed
Crucible is life in retaliation
Trauma illumination
Questioned assumption
Identity re-definition
Deep self-reflection
Soul re-examination
Everyone regale lives transformed
But no one fawns o’er crucibles formed
Crucible is life in the living
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Hello Everyone! I haven’t had the time to post over the past few days or to engage with your posts as I’d like to. I had a lot to say but not a lot of time to spare to say it, so bringing back this piece to quickly say: “Time Won” yet AGAIN!
What a week! What a work week
There was no time for the solace I seek
Not even a wee bit of time with friends to speak
Deadlines on deadlines piled up to a peak
Each day the prospects of blogging grew bleak
It’s like time was playing hide and go sneak
I lost every round, it was on a winning streak
Crept up from behind, smacked me dead on the cheek
I won! I won! Like time did speak
You’re the loser again this week
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An adaptation of Berton Braley’s poem, “Do It Now”:
if with pleasure you are viewing
any work someone is doing
if you like them or you love them
tell them now
don’t withhold your approbation
till the parson makes oration
and they lie with snowy lilies on their brows
no matter how you shout it
they won’t really care about it
they won’t know how many teardrops you have shed
if you think some praise is due them
now’s the time to slip it to them
for they cannot read their tombstone when they’re dead
more than fame and more than money
is the comment kind and sunny
and the hearty, warm approval of a friend
for it gives to life a savor,
and it makes you stronger, braver
and it gives you heart and spirit to the end
if they earn your praise—bestow it,
if you like them let them know it
let the words of true encouragement be said
do not wait till life is over
and they’re underneath the clover
for they cannot read their tombstone when they’re dead
Afterword: I was taught this poem as a child and recited it many times over the years. It’s a beautiful motto I’ve come to live by.
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LIVING like each day’s not ending
Between the breath of life—inhaling
LIVING in every moment treasured
LIVING step by step, measured
LIVING today like there’s no tomorrow
LIVING to ward off unseen sorrow
LIVING like you’re on borrowed time
LIVING, chasing every climb
LIVING like death may soon find you
LIVING to achieve all you can do
LIVING like life’s a gift, divine
LIVING each moment sublime
LIVING so life won’t pass you by
LIVING, reaching for the sky
LIVING in each breath prevailing
Before the kiss of death—life exhaling
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If I closed my eyes, then opened them and life had passed by
I hope my joys exceeded the sorrows
My laughs superseded the tears
My successes outshined the failures
I hope I’d lived a life so full, there’d be no cause for regrets
I loved God with all my heart
Followed in His prescribed path
I pursued my dreams
Got up when I fell
And tried and tried again
I won some and I lost some
Settled for nothing but the best
I was good to my fellowmen
I gave fully of myself
I was loved and I loved
If I closed my eyes, then opened them and life had passed by
I hope I’d lived a life so full, there’d be no cause for regrets
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Before you were formed
Before the light first touched your eyes
You were known, by God
Before your first breath
Before the world shaped your name
You were set apart, by God
God meant for you to be different
To walk paths no one else would see
To dance to beats of rhythms only your heart hears
No one thinks the way you do
A mind weaving thoughts to a unique purpose
No one speaks in the rhythm you carry
A voice carrying a distinctive resonance
You were not meant to fit in
To blend into the mediocrity of sameness
You were created to stand out
Your colors painted to shine bright
In a world of echoes, you are a distinct refrain
In a sea of stars, you are the main sequence
You were born to be—
Unmistakably you
Eternally known
Eternally set apart
God said: Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart … (Jeremiah 1:5)
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Heart
Seizing
Arresting
Redirecting
Decisive beating
Forces uncontested
To new location destined
Purposefully recreated
Commandeered in transit awakened
Heart hijacked by your love to love for love
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Us—
Me, you
Paradise
Basking in love
Hearts as one connecting
Standstill in moments cherished
As setting sun frozen in time
Strolling on the edge of paradise
Holding hands the way lovers often do
Holding hands the way lovers often do
Strolling on the edge of paradise
As setting sun frozen in time
Standstill in moments cherished
Hearts as one connecting
Basking in love
Paradise
Me, you—
Us
Afterword: The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
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Love
a vast
horizon
in hearts reside
unfolding always
where our souls intertwine
embrace possibilities
endless depths of passion and grace
love’s ethereal essence takes flight
like birds, beyond the boundaries of hate
like birds, beyond the boundaries of hate
love’s ethereal essence takes flight
endless depths of passion and grace
embrace possibilities
where our souls intertwine
unfolding always
in hearts reside
horizon
a vast
Love
Afterword: The poetry form, Etheree, consists of 10 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 syllables.
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Beforeword: In English, whether I wish to express the intense feelings for my spouse, the unconditional tugging on my heartstrings for my child, my affection for my friend, or describe the insatiable craving pizza evokes in me I use the same word—love.
However, in the Bible there are three different words for love in the Greek, and each word describes a different expression of love:
Eros is based on feelings and is me-oriented.
Philia is based on shared interest and is we-oriented.
Agape is Christ-centered and others-oriented.
This Cento captures the vastness of love (agape, philia, eros) as expressed by various biblical authors.
God is love.
(John the Apostle, 1 John 4:8)
God so loved the world that he gave. [He gave] his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
(John the Apostle, John 3:16)
… If God so loved us, we also ought to love one another.
(John the Apostle, 1 John 4:11)
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love…. Put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.
(Apostle Paul, Colossians 3:13-14)
My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Let love … never leave you; bind [it] around your neck, write [it] on the tablet of your heart.
(John the Apostle, John 15:12; King Solomon, Proverbs 3:3)
Love must be sincere. There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear.
(Apostle Paul, Romans 12:9; John the Apostle, 1 John 4:
Love never ends.
(Apostle Paul, 1 Corinthians 13:8)
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
(King Solomon, Song of Solomon 8:7)
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
(Apostle Paul, 1 Corinthians 13:4-8)
Love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.
(Apostle Peter, 1 Peter 4:8)
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.
(John the Apostle, John 15:13)
Let brotherly love continue.
(Apostle Paul, Hebrews 13:1)
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In the depths of darkness where shadows reside
Love will grow like a blossoming tide
It seeks no boundaries no limits it derive
Love will grow where’er it finds a place to thrive
In a barren land where hope seems lost
Love will sprout no matter the cost
It knows no prejudice, no prejudice it shows
Love transcends boundaries wherever it goes
Through cracks, love will find space
To bloom amidst chaos bring smile to face
It flourishes in hearts both young and old
Love lived is a story to forever be told
From the humblest corners to the highest heights
Love weaves its tapestry, a harmonious light
Dancing in whispers soft and sublime
Love melodious echo through space and time
In laughter laughed and tears wiped away
Love blossoms, enlightening the darkest day
It nourishes deep within like a gentle rain
Love renews, a healing balm to pain
Embrace love with open hearts wide
For love’s eternal flame never will subside
A force unyielding, love forever alive
Love will grow where’er it finds a place to thrive
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Beforeword: Over a decade ago, I embarked on what I considered my ancestral return journey to Africa, specifically Ghana. The instant my feet touched the Ghanaian soil, I instinctively knew I was home. This poem captures that profound body-to-heart alignment. A similar alignment occurred when I later lived in Nigeria, where I was given the name Omowale, meaning “the child has returned home.”
There is no feeling like this:
your body finally arrives
in a place your heart already knows.
A distant land, a hidden corner,
a whisper in the air,
a fragrance remembered from dreams,
all suddenly real, palpable.
Feet touch ground, soft and firm,
hands reach out, trembling, steady.
The air tastes familiar,
each breath a reunion with memory.
Eyes meet landscapes once seen
through the lens of longing,
now sharp, clear,
alive with presence.
Your heart’s echo calls,
a song long unsung,
now resounding in the rhythm
of footsteps, of heartbeats.
Here, the soul unwinds its threads,
each fiber of your being
intertwines with the essence
of this longed-for place.
No longer split between longing and being,
you stand whole,
every part of you here, now,
settled into the embrace of arrival.
There is no feeling like this:
a homecoming, a soul’s return,
where the body follows the heart
into the heart’s true domain.
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Beforeword: I came across this image while scrolling through Facebook and it begged to be turned into poetry. A limerick is befitting!! Here goes …
Lion heard tiger and donkey
Argue grass is blue, how wonky
The tiger he fined
For being intertwined
In arguing with a donkey
Afterword: The moral of the poem— It’s pointless to argue with someone who is unwilling to see reason. Happy new week WPers!!
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Beforeword: Today’s poem closes this week’s focus on Philautia (Self-Love).
I am a masterpiece,
crafted by the hands of the Divine.
Each brushstroke, each chisel mark,
an echo of God’s love and precision,
etching beauty into my being.
A masterpiece takes time to create,
capturing all the details and intricacies—
how I appeared at the beginning,
is nothing compared to how I will look in the end;
an evolution of grace and strength,
unfolding like petals in the dawn.
I am a one-of-a-kind,
a unique work of art—
imitated perhaps,
but never duplicated;
each facet of my being,
a testament to my singularity.
Precious, of extreme value,
I am the culmination
of God’s love, skills, creativity, and hard work,
poured into this vessel of life,
brimming with divine essence.
I did not create myself,
my destiny predetermined,
manifested by the Artist’s vision;
each step, each breath,
guided by celestial hands,
sculpting me into my true form.
I point to the Artist’s talent,
evoking inspiration to those who gaze upon me;
a beacon of hope and wonder,
displayed for the world to see,
reflecting the glory of my Creator.
I am almost always on display,
a living gallery of divine craftsmanship,
each moment a testament,
to the masterpiece that I am,
and the love that shapes me
Afterword: This poem is drawn from a previous post in the Shabbat Shalom series, “God’s Art to Heart.”
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Each day I affirm to love,
To cherish the journey, no push, no shove.
I release expectations of how things should go,
Embrace the flow, let my true self show.
I let go of criticism, judgment too,
Accepting myself, in all I do.
To hold not to control, but with space to receive,
In this embrace, I start to believe.
In each day love finds space to be me,
In freedom and joy, I set my heart free.
Worthy of love, as I stand,
I embrace the love that I am.
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To the woman I’m becoming, I commit
To shed the past, each dark forgotten bit
In every shadow where old fears might hide
I rise anew—embracing joy and pride
I vow to leave behind what’s dim and worn
To blossom forth, like roses from the thorn
No remnants of the past will hold me back
For I am bound for light, no shade, no lack
I affirm to let go of what’s untrue
To craft my soul in colors bold and new
No longer will I wear the cloak of doubt
Instead, I’ll dance with faith and sing and shout
From ashes of the old I will arise
Like phoenix soaring to the open skies
With self-love as my guide my heart will shine
Evolving into the woman being transformed by the Divine
To the woman I’m becoming, here’s my vow:
I honor who she was, and who she is now
In every step—with courage, and cheer
I love myself in all stages, holding God’s vision dear
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Beforeword: Whether societal pressures, unrealistic standards to past traumas or internalized self-doubt, there are many obstacles that can hinder our ability to truly appreciate and accept ourselves. In this poem, I explore the challenges one can face on the journey to self-acceptance.
What are you doing here
Hiding in this place, this space, displaced
Behind an image projected, true self protected, disconnected
Blinding the world to see
See the true you
The you who is tender-hearted, loving without abandon
The you who is a little bit nutty
The you who sings to every song and dances right along
The you who hurts
The you who laughs at silly jokes
Who dreams in colors
The you who finds beauty in the mundane
Who sees the world through curious eyes
The you who feels deeply, unafraid of emotion
Who stumbles but rises, every single time
The you who longs for connection, authentic and true
Who hides in shadows, yearning to break through
The you who writes stories in the quiet of night
Who whispers secrets to the stars
The you who dances with abandon under the moonlight
Who finds solace in the symphony of rain
What are you doing here
Hiding in this place, this space, displaced
It’s time to step into the light
To let the world see the true you
The you who is a kaleidoscope of contradictions
Strong yet vulnerable, lost yet found
The you who is beautifully human
The you you love in your imperfect perfection
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In the quiet of dawn
where shadows stretch and fade,
I find myself,
whole,
a canvas painted with imperfections,
a symphony of scars and stories.
Eyes that have seen,
hands that have held,
a heart that has been bruised,
yet beats,
stronger with each day,
in rhythm with the whispering winds.
I am the dawn,
rising after the longest night,
the first breath of spring,
breaking through the frost,
a testament to resilience,
to the beauty of becoming.
In every line etched by time,
in every fold and curve,
I see not flaws,
but the poetry of existence,
a map of journeys taken,
a chronicle of survival.
I am enough,
in this moment,
in this skin,
with these dreams and doubts,
a constellation of desires,
a universe unfolding.
In the mirror’s reflection,
I meet my own gaze,
and see the truth,
clear as the dawning sky—
I am worthy,
I am whole,
I am love.
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Beforeword: Today’s post concludes a week-long poetic commemoration of Agape—the unconditional love of God.
I don’t know who needs to hear this: but, God has a “SO love” heart for you,
A heart that loves far beyond
A Significant-Other kind o’ love.
God’s SO—
To-such-a-great-extent—
LOVE, is a die-for kind o’ love.
In the garden, He prayed,
Sweating drops of anguish,
Knowing the pain to come,
Yet still, He chose the path for you.
And He didn’t just die,
God bled for us.
He endured a crown of thorns,
Piercing His brow—spilling His blood.
He endured hammering nails,
Tearing through His skin, breaking His bones—spilling His blood.
He endured a piercing sword,
Slitting His side—spilling His blood mingled with water, to save
His love, vast as the ocean,
Deep as the darkest sea,
Poured out in every drop by drop
Of crimson sacrifice.
On the cross, He hung,
Bearing the weight of the world,
Each labored breath, a testament
To His boundless, unconditional love.
And when death came, the earth trembled, the skies darkened,
The temple veil tore in two,
A symbol of the barrier broken,
Our return to Him made new.
God’s “SO love” heart,
A love that transcends all understanding,
A love that ached and died and rose,
To bring us home, eternally.
I don’t know who needs to hear this: God bled, God died,
To redeem you back to Himself.
For God SO love, you, unconditionally.
Afterword: This poem is drawn from an earlier post in the Shabbat Shalom series: “God’s Art to heART”
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Beforeword: Because God love us some much, His unconditional love was manifested in this way:
The Word (God the Son) becoming flesh (human) took up residence (tabernacled or pitched His tent) among us. Those who saw Him observed His glory and saw that He was the one and only God the Son, full of grace and truth. Yet He was man. John 1:14 (Holy Bible)
He was so human He could touch people
So mighty He could heal them
So human He spoke with an accent
Yet so heavenly He spoke with authority
***
He was so human He could blend in unnoticed for thirty years
So mighty He could change history and remains unforgotten for over 2,000 years
So human He was wounded, bruised, chastised
Yet so mighty He could heal from those stripes
***
He was so human He thirst and hungered
So mighty He is living water and bread of life giver
So human He humbled Himself to a sacrificial cross
Yet so mighty He gives salvation to all at no cost
***
He was so human He became sin
So mighty He could forgive sin
So human He’s like a brother
Yet so mighty He is the Savior
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He was so human He was given a name—Jesus
So mighty His name is above all names, it saves
So human He was all-man
Yet so mighty He was and is and for always will be all-God
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Love is an action, never simply a feeling,
As if we were made of thin air.
I know why the caged bird sings,
Love as a practice, a discipline,
Costs all we are and will ever be,
We grow despite the dirt in our veins,
In the flush of love’s light.
Love is a combination of care, commitment,
A brave and startling truth,
Love heals. Heals and liberates.
It’s in the reach of my arms,
An act of will, both an intention and an action.
We are each other’s harvest.
It’s the fire in my eyes,
Love is an infinite grace,
In the certainty of our love, we speak,
Bringing the gift that my ancestors gave,
Love is an enchanted,
Endless mystery.
Afterword: Cento is a poem formed from lines of poems written by other poets. Cento is Latin for “patchwork,” and is composed like a collage or quilt, and honors others’ poems while presenting your unique work.
Written for David’s W3 prompt #114.
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Dear child,
I stooped down to the ground
Fingers spread across the soil
Skillfully coiling, releasing
Gathering piles of earth
Heaping it to just the right weight
Molding it into just the right shape
Into the right depth
Into the right height
I rounded the upper part
Working meticulously
Methodically, mapping out complexity
Connecting over 100 billion nerves
Building pathways through trillions of connections:
The seat of your intelligence
The interpreter of your senses
The initiator of your movements
The controller of your behavior
I created a finely-tuned pump
Beating 100,000 times a day
To serve your whole structure
My crown jewel complete
You, the only creation made by My own hands
In my own image
I declared you: “Very good!”
My declaration thundered
Ricocheted off trees and mountains
Echoed in vales and under waves
Forever carried on the wings of winds:
“You are My masterpiece
My living canvas on display
My one-of-a-kind
Unique work of heART
I am devoted to My artistry in you
Simply because I love you
Unconditionally”
Forever yours, God!
Afterword: This poem is generated from a previous post in the Shabbat Shalom series, “You’re A Masterpiece”.
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dear God
if I took off the mask
fully unveiled me
opened up my heart
revealed the real me
the me no one else sees
could You really love me?
love me just as I am
unconditionally?
if I let go of the hurt
frailty from the brokenness within
trusted you with all of me
loosened my grasp
letting go and letting you
would You really love me?
love me just as I am
unconditionally?
i’m scared, afraid, unsure
but I want no more of this pain
if I surrendered
gave up what sustained me
turned my heart over to You
could You really accept me?
accept me just as I am
unconditionally?
the fear of being rejected
that You too would refuse me
constrained me
kept me from receiving Your love
now that I’m reaching for Your embrace
would You really accept me?
accept me just as I am
unconditionally?
now I know how it feels when You console me
like being cradled against Your heart
each heartbeat reverberates—
“I love you, you’re my girl”
it feels like strong yet gentle arms encircling
all my doubts and fears are erasing
confident am I in knowing
I am loved by You
unconditionally
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Afterword: an Epistolary poem is written in the form of a letter.
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Beforeword: For last month’s posts I focused on Eros/romantic/erotic love mostly because June is that kind o’ love month. But because I’m so in love with love I have a lot more to say about other forms of love. The love saga continues.
This week I will focus on Agape—the love that is unconditional, sacrificial and enduring.
The Bible says this form of love is:
… patient, …kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. [This] love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. [This] love never fails.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Agape is selfless, transcending circumstances and personal gain. It is considered the highest form of love characteristic by compassion, empathy, and a willingness to sacrifice for the well-being of others. This is the best that human language can do to describe God, for God is Love. Love, in all its forms, emanates from God.
This is my poetic rendition:
Human language falters
stumbling at the edge
of a love so vast
beyond description
God SO loved—
love in its purest form
a force so powerful
it demanded action
not mere utterance
God gave
not just anything
but everything
the essence of self
poured out, in ultimate sacrifice
Love that bends time
spanning the breadth of existence
unconditional
immeasurable
Under the banner of this love
we stand
humbled by the gift
immeasurable grace
the forever gift, God’s love
unconditional
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Bright tail
Colors unfold
Dancing in sunlight’s beam
Feathers spread wide, a regal show
Peacock
Afterword: A cinquain is a five-line poem with a syllabic count of 2 / 4 / 6 / 8 / 2.
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Love won’t leave when love asks for more of it
Love to love, stays
For
Love is a delicate yet strong dance
Of push and pull
A determined yet dual-minded commitment
Of will and endurance
A resolute giver yet receiver
Of affection and affirmation
An illogical yet survivalist twist
Of with and without
A choreographed yet tethered balance
Of give and take
A resolute yet discerning choice
Of stay not stray
Love won’t leave when love asks for more of it
Love to love, stays
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Beforeword: Rio Nuevo lends its name to the small village on Jamaica’s north coastline where the river enters the sea. This idyllic place was the historical ground for the largest battle which shifted Jamaica from Spanish to English control in 1658 during the horrid days of colonial rule. This poem is to the beauty of Rio Nuevo’s continuous flow into the sea like Jamaica’s continuous quest to fully shed colonial legacy.
Rio Nuevo where river and sea entwine in liquid whispers
a lullaby sung
cascade down
trickles of longing
from ancient hills in the quiet
a liquid journey
the river dreams
endless yearning for the sea
the current’s ebb and flow
rhythmic dreams set sail
finding solace in sea’s embrace
Rio Nuevo, where destinies lie
in 1658, battles fought and won
the English, the Spanish did defy
Jamaica captured like pawn in colonial quest
a hamlet of heritage, memories set sail
today a village, quiet and quaint
Rio Nuevo, where the river dreams
of the vast, open sea
a liquid reverie
each ripple tells a tale
a journey traced in water’s embrace
whispers to the waves
of the vast, open sea
from source to mouth, a liquid symphony played
in nature’s stream
dreams take flight
the river yearns for the sea’s embrace
river and sea, a gentle collide
Afterword: . Linking history to water’s ebb and flow and the reminder of river’s yearning to give herself to the sea as a kind of letting go—that we humans must also do. A letting go of painful past, not so as to forget but so that it lives on in us free of hate or negativity like the freedom in the vast open sea.
Contributing to this week’s W3 prompt hosted by David—an ekphrastic poem inspired by any image of a body of water.
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Because of you, there’s a new reason for being
Life is lived from a deeper meaning
Living life now at a slower pace
A smile more often is on my face
Because of you, my heart’s grown wide
Embracing love with arms stretched high
Together we face what life may send
With you, my love, my heart will mend
Because of you, my soul’s set free
To explore the depths of what we could be
Your love, a beacon, guides me through
To a life that’s fuller, all thanks to you
Because of you, now I can see
The deepest side of the secret me
You’ve entered my life, and helped me to be
A more radiant and beautiful me
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Beforeword: This is week 4 of the series on eros/romantic love. We started with “love beginning”, then on to “love from two sides”, “love don’t die easy” and concluding the series with “love affirmation”.
Love is never done or lost
Protected, it will survive at all cost
From the highest height, to the deepest depth
Love grows in affirmation step by faithful step
***
One.
Release expectations, just let love flow
Two.
Criticism and judgment, you must forego
Three.
Love you, fully, let doubts and fears leave
Four.
Hold, not to control but with space to receive
Five.
Find space in your heart to just be—in love
When love needs affirmation, start from above
***
Repeat steps one through three
That’s when you’ll see
If ever you believe that love is done
That’s when you’ll start again at one
***
Release expectations, just let love flow
Criticism and judgment, you must forego
Love you, fully, let doubts and fears leave
Hold, not to control but with space to receive
If ever you believe that love is done
That’s when you’ll start again at one
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After word: You know that moment when you’re in your feelings, and the right song starts playing on the radio?! One of my go to love crooners is the indomitable-musical-genius, Brian McKnight. So, it’s no wonder his chart-hitting “Back At One” influenced this R&B collab. Take a listen and you’ll agree he’s one of love poetry greats!
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Love don’t die easy, it’s like an eternal flame, burning bright
Caught between this love and a hard place—it’s like night
In the shadows of love’s flame cast in night, still we can dance
Hearts intertwined, emotions teetering—it’s a delicate balance
The storms we’ve weathered hand in hand
Staying steadfast, flowing with shifting sands
Sometimes it’s a struggle, it’s a test of will
Finding space in love’s resilience, loving stronger still
Though circumstances like obstacles ply the way
It’s love’s persistence that guides, come what may
In the end, love finds a way through the night
For love don’t die easy, it’s an eternal light
Afterword: Today concludes week 3 of the “journey of love in June” series where the poetic focus was the heartbreak in relationships. When the heart breaks, no it don’t break even.
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Beforeword: The UN Charter, signed on 26 June 1945, was a response to the devastations of WWII. One of the key commitments of the Charter is maintaining global peace and security. In this poem, “In The Name of Peace,” I draw upon the Charter’s commitment to peace as a reminder of its enduring relevance in our world where over fifty armed conflicts still rage today. We need peace.
In the name of peace
we the peoples, united in hope
vowed to save generations from the scourge of war
to reaffirm faith in human dignity
in rights, in justice, in freedom
Yet, this is a world that has become unable to make peace
In lofty halls and inked parchments,
we set forth our purposes:
to maintain the fragile thread of peace
to quench the fires of aggression
to settle disputes by words, not weapons
to foster friendship where enmity grew
Yet, this is a world that has become unable to make peace
Nations large and small
bound by principles of respect
promised to refrain from force
to seek justice through dialogue
to build a tapestry of cooperation
woven with threads of empathy and understanding
Yet, this is a world that has become unable to make peace
In the quiet chambers of mediation
in the solemn court of justice
we pledged to resolve our conflicts
to arbitrate, to reconcile
to heal the wounds of discord
to harmonize our actions for common good
Yet, this is a world that has become unable to make peace
From the Syrian deserts to the Yemeni valleys
in Ukraine’s fields, in Myanmar’s streets
in Ethiopia’s shadows, in Libya’s ruins
in the cries of Gaza and Haiti, in the whispers of Kashmir
over fifty armed conflicts scar the globe
while the bodies of women and girls have become battlegrounds—
scarred by sexual violence
and the blood of innocents flows
testament to our broken promise
For, this is a world that has become unable to make peace
In the shadows of our promises
the echoes of ancient feuds resound
the specters of power and pride linger
the scars of betrayal and mistrust fester
and the dream of peace
ever so elusive, fades like mist at dawn
where the ink of our charter dries
where our words of unity falter
where the silence of despair grows
Yet, still
We the peoples
hold on to hope
that in the name of peace
we can mend our fractured world
to save succeeding generations
to finally fulfill our sacred vow
Afterword: I echo the sentiments of my poem-matriarch, Maya Angelou, as laid out in her poem, “A Brave and Startling Truth”, written to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the United Nations.
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You are the love that didn’t last
A fleeting flame, a fading ember’s glow
The muse that won’t inspire
A canvas blank, untouched by strokes
The poem that won’t be authored
Words trapped betwixt stanzas, lost
You are the lyrics lips won’t sing
A melody confined to whispered dreams
The chords fingers won’t play
Notes suspended in air, set adrift
The beat hearts won’t take, a rhythm-less rhyme
A symphony pulsing dance in empty chests
You are the cause and cure, a paradox for sure
Affliction and salvation, intertwined
The horrors of screams, haunting heart
Ricochets off pain, refusing to take flight
The sensations of dreams, desires unmet
Entwining reality and fantasy, setting heart afire
You are the love that won’t let go—tethered
A ghostly presence, heart living in the past
The emotions that won’t soothe, a roaring tempest trapped
A whirlwind of feelings—unresolved
The memories that haunt, a tapestry of what was
The echoes of laughter, the blur of tears—bittersweet
You are the love lost, a closed chapter but not in vain
Within ache and longing, cherishing lessons we gain
In the depths of what once was, find strength, move ahead
Even love that fades, leaves traces on paths once tread
Cherish, then, the fragments of pieces abound
Embracing the journey of love lost and the lessons to be found
Afterword: I first wrote this poem “Love Lost” as a tercet (3 lines forming a stanza).
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I choose to love you from a distance, to shield my heart from the hurt of watching you leave, leaving nostalgia and a touch of bittersweet longing
I choose to hold on to you in my dreams, that’s where you live in recollection of our laughter and whispers, etched into what will not be
I choose to hold you not in my arms, but in the corridors of memories where your presence lingers, a reminder of shared moments
I choose to let go of the illusions, to surrender expectations, to find solace, allowing the winds of change to carry away the fragments of what could have been
I choose to discover the strength to embrace the beauty of what is, untethered from the weight of unfulfilled promises
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On 3rd October 2021
the page opened
the words landed
on a digital scroll
sent into the void
connecting
two views received
Through the months
the postings grew
a ripple in still water
voice finding resonance
in this shared space of blogging
From two to twenty
a flicker of light
to a hundred, to a thousand
a gathering in the World Wide Web
seeking, sharing, seeing
By 11 June 2024,
a chorus—
fifty thousand strong
a multitude of moments
captured in words
each click
a connection
in each view
a gift
Gratitude flows
to each who paused,
to read, to feel, to be
THANK YOU
for your eyes, your time
for making a voice heard
for the journey from two
to fifty thousand views
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In my deepest thought, I seek to grasp
God, as King, oft in splendor basked
Debonair, distinguished, quite dignified
Air of authority about Him that can’t be denied
Universe creator, in His authority sways
He works purposefully in all our days
Yet, in my musings new visions come to be
The free-spirited God, who dances over me
The God who rejoices, His heart set aglow
With every step t’ward me, Love’s rhythms flow
The God who runs in pursuit of my soul
Drawing me close, making me whole
Prodigal daughter, many times I’ve strayed
Love’s embrace I’ve oft times betrayed
In my rebellion, I’ve wandered afar
Yet He chases me down, erase every scar
With sandals snug and His robe held high
He dashes to me, no distance can deny
Arms open wide in a Father’s embrace
Pulling me close, in His boundless grace
Now, I reimagine scenes of a Father so dear
Hiking His robe, drawing near, oh so near
In a mad dash of love, His arms He extend
Best embrace ever—Abba’s love without end
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Welcome to week 3 of the “journey of love in June” series where the heartbreak side of love is the poetic focus—“love don’t die easy”.
In the corner of this crowded room,
he laughs—a sound, like summer rain, descends on me
And there—his eyes catch light, not mine
Telling tales of how his fingers sketch unseen dreams onto her skin, not mine
When he smiles, it’s for her, while my affection lingers, unclaimed
Every whisper between them,
a language I will never speak
Every secret shared, a wall
that grows higher, thicker, between us
In quiet hours, I trace the contours
of a love that is not mine to hold
In a world where he is the heartbeat and I, merely the echo
He is someone else’s warmth, someone else’s promise, someone else’s always
I watch from afar, my love a silent sonata unplayed
Suspended in the space where longing meets loss
Left here, another heart learning to beat alone in the aftermath of love’s folly
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Today concludes week 2 of the “journey of love in June” series where the poetic focus was looking at “love from both sides”.
Looking at love from two sides now
One filled with joy, the other with doubt
On one side, it’s blissful, a radiant glow
On the other, it’s complex, a tangled bough
From one angle, it’s sweet, like honey’s embrace
From the other, it’s bitter, a lingering taste
In the light, it’s enchanting, a magical dance
In the shadows, it’s haunting, a risky chance
Two perspectives, two tales to tell
Love’s dichotomy, a mesmerizing spell
One side whispers promises, soft and true
The other side questions, what if, and who?
But in the end, love’s beauty shines through
For even from two sides, it remains ever true
It’s the journey of hearts, the highs and the lows
Looking at love from two sides now, it still grows
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With you I am leaning into the gentler, softer side of love
learning
to pause
to breathe
to cradle the wounds
to sit in the quiet spaces between the sobs and the sighs
Your softness teaches me that strength
isn’t always in the march forward
but sometimes in
the stillness
the embrace
the tender touch that says,
“Stay awhile, let the world wait”
Yet in your eyes, I see both the gentle rain and the raging sea
for love, too, has its stormy side
a fierce tempest that sweeps through the soul
demanding
unyielding
a fire that consumes
and leaves its mark upon heart’s tender flesh
We dance this intricate dance—you and I
a balance of fury and peace
a testament to love’s complexity
a duality that speaks of love’s vast expanse
its capacity
to destroy and to create
to burn and to soothe
to break and to mend
And in this dance
we find ourselves whole
each step a testament
to the lessons learned
to the strength found in softness
to the passion tempered with grace
For love is both the gentle hand and the roaring flame
a union of opposites
that binds us
that teaches us
that shapes us
into
something new
something resilient
something true
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Beforeword: To experience love, one must embrace vulnerability. The true strength of love lies in the conscious choice to uplift when the fragility of another is laid bare.
There is a love that loves complete
There is a love that knows complete
Capable of exploiting vulnerability
Yet a choice to be strength and reliability
You can unravel threads of weakness
Yet, you choose to stitch the mantle of strength
A conscious defiance of frailty’s call
A choice to be the pillar, not the fall
Beyond the ebb and flow of emotions
Beyond the absence of weaknesses
Love is a conscious, deliberate choice
To be the refuge, the shelter, a supportive voice
Together, love makes the choice
Embracing flaws, cherishing scars
Committing not to erase vulnerability
But to empower each other with a resilient love laced in acceptability
There is a love that choses strength and trust
In each other, the choice to receive
A refuge in life’s storms, still it abides
Embracing flaws, there is a love that guides
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Beforeword: The complexities of love, and the enduring ache experienced in the waiting.
Love waits, lingers like ghost in the shadows
A cacophony of wonderings in the stillness of uncertainty
In the space between heartbeats, hurt takes root
A stifling companion in the waiting
A tapestry of emotions woven with delicate threads
A canvas painted of hope washed away by the hues of longing
Dreams suspended in liquid promises
Rising as bubbles, ephemeral in passing
Time, the patient witness to silent yearnings
Moments on moments laiden with unspoken desires
Missteps echo through the corridors of the heart
The ache mushrooms, a subtle undercurrent surfacing
Hope, a fragile ember, dying
A flicker in the midst of ambiguity
It’s in the shifting timelines of anticipation
Heart bears the weight of hurt, entangled in waiting
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When I’m alone and missing you, my mind goes back to yesterday
I can’t remember when we first met
It seems you’ve always been there
Your face was hidden in my dreams
But I loved you just the same
When I’m alone and missing you, I think of yesterday
When I’m alone and missing you, my mind dwells on today
I can’t remember the instant I started loving you
It seems your love was always there
Your love closes distance between us
Strong enough to help me through lonely days
When I’m alone and missing you, I think of today
When I’m alone and missing you, my mind goes to tomorrow
Tomorrow there is no distance between us
Tomorrow I linger in the warmth of your embrace
Tomorrow I am completely surrounded by your love
Tomorrow we’ll ne’er again be apart
When I’m alone and missing you, I especially think of tomorrow
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The loneliest days are when I’m alone and missing you
It’s when I have a day off
And know you do too
Or when a plane goes by
Knowing it could have taken me to you
It’s when I walk through the park
And other lovers hold hands the way we use to
Or when I look at your photo
And feel your arms encircling me
It’s when I receive your e-letters
And hear your voice as I read them o’er and o’er again
The loneliest days are when I’m alone and missing you
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When I say I miss you
I mean
You are missing from me
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I miss the sound of your voice
Voice uttering words that assure
Assure it’s gonna be okay, you’re loved, secured—connecting
I miss the look in your eyes
The intensity of your stare seeing
Seeing beyond what eyes see, to know—connecting
I miss the way you listen
The way you listen to hear without
Without words, to attend to what needs not be spoken—connecting
I miss the beat of your heart
The way your heart beat mimics
Mimics the beat of mine—connecting
I miss the whisper of your breath on my cheeks
The depth of your exhale release
Release your life force to my inhale—connecting
I miss the feel of your arms
The intentionality of togetherness encasing
Encasing the distance o’er the time-space continuum—connecting
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When I say I miss you
I mean
I miss connecting with the part of me that you are
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I don’t want fireworks love—
fireworks shoot high,
a burst of color
against night sky,
then fade, drift,
turn into smoky grey streaks
falling fast
to the ground
I want a love that is steady,
like the tide
that kisses the shore,
then pulls away softly,
a rhythm
as ancient as time
I want a love that is steady,
like the old oak
in the backyard,
roots deep,
branches that sway
but never break,
sheltering us
through every storm
I want a love that is steady,
like a candle
in the window,
its light small
but unwavering,
guiding you to me
through the darkest nights
I want a love that is steady,
a melody played
over and over,
each note familiar,
each chord a comfort,
binding us
in an endless refrain
No fireworks,
no bursts of temporary glory—
just give me that quiet,
steady pulse
of a heart
that beats in time with mine,
day after day,
year after year,
until the end of forever
Yeah …
Give me that steady love
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I wanna love that says “I see you”
Beyond body mass to the soul of my existence
See the essence of me, spiritually
An interconnected kind o’ love, love
I comprehend you
I wanna love so close, its communication transcends words
It exudes across a crowded room: “I’m with her” only
She belongs to me, I belong to her
An only-space-for-two kind o’ love, love
I am with you
I wanna sensual love
A love that caresses without touching
Disrupting innards, central part of essence pulsating
A whisper-light-as-breath-on-ear kind o’ love, love
I feel you
I wanna love that seduces with words
Touching senses in ways I never imagined
Directing, illuminating my path
A compass—navigating-you-to-me kind o’ love, love
I read you
I wanna love that connects to the love in me
A love that redefines my be-ing and existing
A soul-mate-love-at-first-sight kind o’ love, love
—Pray-to-God-up-above love
—Live-and-die-for kind o’ love
—Best-friend-for-life love
—A Barry White “can’t-get-enough-of-your-love” kind o’ love
—Interdependent, secure, no-matter-what-I-got-you love … you know that,
—Push-come-to-shove love?
—Because-you-see-me-I-am-here kind o’ love?
Yeah …
I wanna love like THAT love
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In the quiet spaces between breaths
Souls entwine in an intricate dance
Melding into the rhythm of two becoming one
A harmonious convergence of destinies begun
Each glance, a portal to uncharted realms
Unspoken languages in gaze to gaze
Communicating the cadence of understanding
In shared silence, love expanding
Time becomes an ethereal companion
Landscapes of togetherness navigating
Moments etched into memories, crystallized
The narrative of our shared journey, immortalized
No need for spoken vows
Our bond transcends mere words
We are bound by an invisible tether
Woven by the hands of cosmic artisans for forever
In the quiet spaces between breaths
Love’s tapestry etched intimate and true
The essence of “you” and “I” plus
Stitched into the poetry of “US”
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Beforeword: Y’all know that kiss, right?! The one that flutters your heart in the moment and each moment after when you think of it?! The one that leaves you bounding on cloud-99 and simultaneously stumbling about all discombobulated on ground-0?! Yeah … this piece is about that kiss.💋
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When I think of love, it’s more than passion’s fire
It’s a gentle warmth, a hug that won’t tire
Companionship, a bond that’s ever true
Through joys and sorrows, side by side we grew
When I think of love, it’s exploring the unknown
Hand in hand, an adventure all of our own
With laughter and smiles, our hearts aligned
The beauty of living life, in each other we find
When I think of love, it’s a partnership for two we embark
Steadfast, a North Star illuminating paths of dark
Supporting dreams, nurturing each endeavor
A team of two, lifting each other up for forever
When I think of love, I think of home, a haven of care
A place where love’s embrace will always be there
In each other’s arms, we find solace and peace
Love’s protective sanctuary, where worries cease
Love, a tapestry woven with threads divine
A masterpiece of emotions intertwine
A feeling that’s boundless, forever free
When I think of love, I think of you and me
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Unclose me,
for I am wrapped tight in the shadows
of heartbreak’s making
a cocoon spun from whispers and
forgotten promises
each layer a testament to loss
Unclose me,
let your fingers trace the scars
I thought hidden
the lines etched deep by time and
solitude
where hope once blossomed, only to wilt
Unclose me,
with the gentleness of dawn
piercing the longest night,
your voice a song
that lifts the weight of silence
from my weary soul
Unclose me,
let your gaze unravel the knots
of doubt and despair
your eyes like the first light
after the storm, guiding
steady and true
Unclose me,
for within this fragile shell
there is a heart that beats
for you alone
a love that yearns to breathe
and pulse and grow
Unclose me,
and in the tender unveiling
find not the broken pieces
but the beauty of a soul
laid bare
ready to be healed
by the touch of your
unclosing love
Unclose me.
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LOVE! It’s been described as “A Many Splendored Thing” in poems (William Waterway). It’s the themes of movies and the hook of songs. It’s described as euphoric. It’s said we fall into it and even fall out of it. For all it’s ups and downs (oxytocin and all), one thing is for certain—I’m totally in love with LOVE!
I’ll be sharing new posts and reposting others.
Come along on this love journey with me!!!!
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June named after goddess Juno, fair
Goddess of love’s tender flare
Romance will be dancing in the air
The high and lows we will share
Goddess of love’s tender flare
Join me on this journey, if you dare
The highs and lows we will share
Of Eros love, a poetic affair
Join me on this journey, if you dare
Love’s complexities we will see
Of Eros love, a poetic affair
In the ups and downs of loving free
Love’s complexities we will see
June named after goddess Juno, fair
In the ups and downs of loving free
Romance will be dancing in the air
Afterword: A pantoum “…comprises a series of quatrains, with the second and fourth lines of each quatrain repeated as the first and third lines of the next. The second and fourth lines of the final stanza repeat the first and third lines of the first stanza.”
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In the unfolding of creation’s dawning
He sculpted human form
Whispered life into clay
Engraved identity into each breath
He formed us with deliberate grace
A spark of divinity igniting soul
Fingerprint of delicate swirls and whorls
A unique story etched in skin by the divine
God, the artist beyond comprehension
Knew the intimacy of our distinctness
Each cell and gene a secret code
A map to our singular essence
In His vast canvas, no two alike
He casts each pattern upon the world
No blueprint kept, no second draft
For He knew there’d be no replica, no echo of this one life
No repetition in His grand design
Each being a marvel of uniqueness
He cradled my one-of-a-kind imprint
Releasing me to shine in my own light
God, the eternal creator, smiled
Confident in knowing His work was complete
In the gallery of creation there was and never will be
A need for another you,
another me
Afterword: I want to remind you that your unique selling point is that you’re YOU. No one else can be you, no one can do what you do the way you do. Only you can be you. So live boldly, live authentically—because the world needs you just as you are!
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One day when she seeks
What matters to God foremost
Then all else added
This Senryu was promoted by SueW Weekly Prompt, one day, but inspired by the advice of Matthew recorded in the Bible:
But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you. Matthew 6:33
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It’s raining young people off roofs
Suicide epidemic—the numbers are proof
A single gun shot aimed at the head
Appearing well but next day, dead
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Don’t take it for granted you’ll see the signs
Till you read another tragedy in the headlines
Don’t judge by what you see on the outside
It’s not always a testimony of the turmoil inside
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Life may be hard even when they make it seem easy
Smiling through tears, living life like it’s breezy
Emitting the brightest light while absorbing life’s darkest
Till it’s too much and they give up, do the hardest
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You don’t know what someone may be going through
Laughing through pain, hiding feelings of blue
Be a kind human, mind the words you say
That word may be the one to save a life today
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Dear Time,
You that bridge the continuity of events and existence sequencing
Did you see this tragedy forming?
Bit by bit in irreversible succession compounding?
Sorrow on sorrow unfolding?
From one moment to moment you’re connecting
Yet past from present from future you’re disconnecting
As you tick-tock …
Tick-tock …
Tick-tock your way across the continuum of life moving
Stealthily, sequentially maneuvering
At the end you are, you’re also at the beginning
You’re not impacted by despair and hopelessness from hurting
Yet they say powers you have for healing
C’mon, then, kindly hurry your coming
This hurt can wait no longer for your restoring
Yours impatiently,
Hurt-in-waiting
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I have always been captivated by doors
Silent sentinels of our comings and goings
Mere wood and metal, yet brimming with tales untold
There is something mysterious about closed doors that triggers my imagination
Whispering of secrets veiled, of stories waiting to unfold
Doors are an expression of cultural heritage
Yet, the design of an architectural style
They can be both a barrier and a gateway
A contradiction indeed
A transition between two worlds or the hindrance
Concrete and abstract dualities
Doors stand
Embodying the threshold between what is and what could be
Doors are symbolic portals connecting to the past and the present
A window into a world different than the one I’m in
Offering glimpses into lives and epochs not my own
Holding special significance
Whether traditional wooden doors of old houses or the ornate entrances of churches
Doors each tell a story of the people who built them and the people whose lives are lived behind them
A narrative woven into the very grain of their wood, into the intricate patterns of their frames
Doors are a metaphor of our lives
Each day we cross them, physically and metaphorically
They lead us to new opportunities
The opening of a new chapter, waiting just beyond their threshold
Or can be like stumbling blocks
Closed doors hold truth
A mystery hidden till we open them
And even then, another door will present itself
For the opening
For the crossing
For the going through
For in the mystery of doors lies the endless potential of paths yet taken, of stories yet told
I remain forever enthralled by the mystery of doors
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A few posts in draft
waiting for the right moment
of alignment to complete
some are just sentences
fragments of thought
that never grew
into their full form
None are their complete self
shadows of ideas
cast in the glow
of what could be
Unfinished writing projects—for now
these drafts linger
potential whispering in the quiet spaces
of my mind
They wait—patiently
for the right breath of inspiration
to fill their hollow bodies
for the moment when
everything aligns
and they can become
whole
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Senryu is a three-line unrhymed Japanese poetic form structurally similar to haiku (5-7-5 syllabic form). Whereas haiku focuses on nature, senryu is concerned with human nature.
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The pain we bear, both seen and unseen
Scars etched deep, where wounds have been
Each mark tells a story, of hurt and strife
A reminder of the battles fought in life
From betrayals deep to words unkind
Scars linger on, in heart and mind
Yet in the midst of all the pain
Be reminded—Jesus bears scars, not in vain
His hands, His feet, His side so torn
His brow, His back, all bruised and worn
Every mark, a testament profound
Of love and grace, the world around
For in His wounds, our healing’s found
The great exchange—it’s quite profound
Beauty for ashes, joy for tears
In every scar, redemption nears
From brokenness to wholeness bound
Each scar a jewel in life’s crown
For wounds transformed, become our strength
A journey marked, of depth and length
In every scar, there’s a story to be told
Of how we fought and how Christ mold
For in our wounds, our stories are shown
And through His scars, healing is known
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Sometimes, the heart wanders
Seeking solace in foreign places, dislocated spaces
Yet finding only transient comfort
For familiarity does not always breed belonging
And the soul, restless, continues its searching
Amidst the dissonance of life’s discord
Seeking harmony
But, in the quiet moments
in the stillness
There comes a whisper, a gentle hum
A resonance that resonates deep within
Guiding the wanderer back home
To the place where the heart
finds its echo, its chorus, its harmonious belonging
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Star
Star-crossed
Star-crossed love
Fate
Kept apart
Love’s yearning melody
Unsung
Silent desire
Celestial duet, hidden
Secretly
Held close
Burning, clandestine emotions
Constellations
Sole witness
A hidden fire
Dance
Cosmic ballet
Love never forgets
Love
Lost, found
Impenetrably-held secret
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Afterword: Hay(na)ku is a very simple poetic form and one of the newest. It was inaugurated on the Web on June 12th, 2003 (Philippines Independence Day) by Filipino poet Eileen Tabios (b. 1960). Three lines—L1: one word; L2: two words; L3: three words.
In response to “love lost and found” for W3 #83, hosted by David
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Beforeword: There can be beauty from brOKenness. It lies in its revelation and unfolding of your authentic self.
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He emerges from the depths of consciousness
A symphony of thought and feeling intertwining
Weaving through the tapestry of human experience
He’s the echo of creation
The reverberation of existence
The timeless
The eternal
He conjures up ideas
He tantalizes emotions
He’s the evocative straddling of punctuations and tenses
Summoning metaphors
Riding consonants, pulsing rhymes
Making reciters talk fast, talk slow, mess up grammar, not conform to language structures
When he allows you to anatomize and internalize the complexity of his elements
He flows out as natural as air breathing
Pulsating with the rhythm of life itself
He never ages
He’s the voice that proclaimed: “let there be …” and there was and still is
He’s the ancient sound of ancestors
He’s in the lyrics of ancient orators and storytellers
He’s the polyrhythmic compositions of music layering
He’s the language of drums ricocheting off the songs of pharaohs and the reasonings of philosophers
He’s in the hymns of the rain, the mystique of the rainbow
He’s the beating of a timeless art
He is the sentinel against falsehood and pretence
He defies hypocrisy and excuses
If your words are hollow and your game weak, he’ll retreat
If you can’t ride literary waves of ecstasy, he’ll draw back
For he knows only inauthenticity can displace him
But, if you’re true to the ebb and flow of rhythm and rhymes, though
If you can free flow, release conformity
Sliding and slipping through the realms of creativity
He’ll come along for that Coolio fantasy “slide-slide-slippity-slide” ride
To him, I pledge my unwavering devotion
I’ll never ever leave him, never deceive him
For he’s not just a passing fancy
He’s an integral part of my being, my existing
He’s my present
My past
He’s my destiny
Intertwining
He’s forever a mystery
He’s my love oratory
He’s my muse—my eternal companion
He is
Poetry
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Beforeword: As my birthMONTH draws to a close, here’s to a “Birthday to New Year Blessing”:
Happy New Year, with blessings fresh and clear
May the past’s end bring memories dear
Rich in meaning, to hold near
Is there anything new left, you say?
For the soul that sees wonder in everyday?
Still, may surprises brighten my way
And as my days stream onward, fast and bright
I pray they’re filled with novel delight
A chapter where my dreams take flight
May I feel deep in my spirit’s thrall
The blessings around me, big and small
With His life in me, I truly have it all
A Midas touch, soft yet strong
Inspiring hearts like a sweet song
For one who has had it all along
I pray for moments soft and slow
To bask in joy’s gentle glow
That His grace I’ll forever know
And as I sail life’s vast, loving sea
May laughter’s wind be ever free
Lifting me where I’m meant to be
May there be happiness and festive cheer
A prayer each day to hold dear
Joy sprinkled with love throughout the year
Afterword: This piece was inspired by a birthday wish from a life-long friend.
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Beforeword: On 8 April 2024 the Moon’s shadow swept across North America, treating millions to a breathtaking view of a total solar eclipse. I was on the other side of the world at the time and the sun gave a most beautiful setting as if she knew her light would soon be upstaged by the moon (see video below).
As I experienced the eclipse vicariously through those watching it live—one thing was common in their expressions—they all felt it all around. The temperature dropped, animals modified their behaviors, the light slowly dimmed then suddenly darkness engulfed from every angle. At the moment of totality people shared that their hearts raced or their eyes welled up with tears.
This poem is the expressions of all I felt from watching the sun set over the Aegean Sea to knowing that it was about to be eclipsed over the other side of the world washed by the Atlantic Ocean.
Eclipse
Primordial
Visceral
Incomprehensible—
Yet utterly
Amazingly incredible
Once in a lifetime
a celestial spectacle
of epic proportions
stilled crowds of millions
in simultaneous silence
in a collective pause
in a singular breath of wonder
Mother Nature staged her show,
her grand, cosmic ballet
where light bowed to shadow
and history intertwined with the stars
for eclipses before—a war they halted, Einstein’s theory of relativity they affirmed
Allure undeniable
the cosmos played out their ancient rites
the sun courted the moon
under her spell peoples gathered
everyone
everywhere
hearts opened
heads tilted skyward
eyes widened
As totality claimed the day
bringing into alignment the Sun, the Moon, the Earth
the heaviness that settles o’er our world lightened
for families, friends, classes, colleagues, and even strangers
all simultaneously looked to the heavens
as one
in that moment shared and felt profoundly
the fleeting touch
of the infinite—
the Divine
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Beforeword: I once said to my sister: “I’m getting old”. Her response was: “you’re evolving”. Her insightful response formed the basis of this poetic tribute to my birthday —“Not Old, Evolving My Dear”
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Beforeword: Today marks the start of my birthMONTH. Yes, I don’t just celebrate my birthday, I celebrate the entire month.
I didn’t know her
Till she learned to love herself
To know she was deserving of love
To give love, to receive love
I didn’t know her
Till she could comfortably live in her own skin
Knowing that if she breathed for the very last time
She would have lived her all
I didn’t know her
Till she could acknowledge her own voice
To speak and live in her truth
Content in knowing that she mattered
I didn’t know her
Till she knew herself
That she’s always been ‘a me’ not ‘a us’ type o’ girl
Uniquely her in every way
I didn’t know her
Till she knew herself
Until she knew
I am her
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How can two strangers come to
Mean the world to each other?
In the vast tapestry of existence
Two souls intersect
Strangers bound not by shared history
Drawn in the alchemy of connection Worlds entwined in the silent language
Of understanding, forging a bond that defies
The logic of familiarity
Their hearts resonate in a mystical harmony
Painting a portrait of love profound
Amid the vastness of the unknown
Two strangers come to mean the world to each other
Reposted in response to W3 #100, hosted by David
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What a week … oh what a week it was
It opened with praise and thunderous applause
And ended in triumph, daring and bold
It’s victorious end this poem will unfold
Lowly He enters the town, riding on a colt,
It stirs excitement, deafening crowds are all about.
“Hosanna!” “Hail the king!” they’re all shouting,
Along the path their cloaks and palm leaves are laying.
He entered the temple, righteous and bold,
Overturned tables, scattered their gold!
The leaders, enraged, conspired with guile,
Determined to end Him, whatever the trial.
They challenged His wisdom, sought to confound,
But His parables left them utterly spellbound.
Frustrated, they plotted a treacherous plan—
An expensive kiss to betray the Son of Man.
See Him now in Bethany, in Simon’s house He’s reclining,
When Mary pours expensive oil—in preparation for His anointing.
Criticism mounted questioning such a squander,
For no one, but her, perceived what lie for Him just o’er yonder.
With His disciples He’s celebrating Last Supper,
In the midst sits the betrayer, a mocking kiss he’ll deliver.
When at midnight hell awoke to His divinity,
He drew it unto Himself to rescue humanity.
Darkness fell as heaven groaned,
He faced condemnation, forsaken, alone.
The crowd that once shouted: “Hosanna to the king!”
Now, in hate, they’re screaming: “Crucify Him!”
Before the court of Pilate He was illegally tried,
Though guiltless, sentenced He was, to be crucified.
He accepted to die, a thief’s disgrace,
To save us all, He took our place.
In Joseph’s tomb, His body lay,
Until the dawn of that third day.
The stone rolled back—the grave gave way,
He rose in power and light that day!
That day—light conquered darkness, faith overcame fear,
Love defeated hate, hope triumphed o’er despair.
The last week to Easter—ushering in the season,
Humanity’s salvation—that’s the heavenly reason.
This poem recalls the sacred story—
From cross to crown, from pain to glory.
Each step He took—divinely planned,
To lift us up with nail-scarred hands.
After-word: EASTER. The Bible (John 18-20) records the triumphant entry of Jesus into the city of Jerusalem. The days following leads us through the anointing by Mary, bribery, plots and schemes, a last supper, an illegal trial leading to His crucifixion, and ends with His resurrection. This is the basis of Christianity—the sacrifice of Jesus ushered in the reNEWed Covenant God promised. Reflecting on these days leading up to His crucifixion gives us a peek into the heart of our Savior at intently close proximity. His SO love for us is manifested in every act and every step toward the cross, in His every breath—up to the last—that was breathed again for us at His resurrection.
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Beforeword: The International Day of Remembrance of the Victims of Slavery and the Transatlantic Slave Trade commemorating those who perished due to slavery and endured the atrocities of the transatlantic slave trade. This day serves as a reminder to combat racism and prejudice by promoting awareness.
In the contrasting hue of pigmented skin
Or the distinctive curvature of full-contoured lips, rounded nose
Hair, a canvas for creative embrace
Expressions of self, a statement, a sign
Yet, in this diversity look deeper, see,
The person within, beyond what may be
Not just a hue, but a soul unveiled
For, when we truly see
Fake smiles crumble, true relations hailed
Names that deride and condemn disappear
Biases end, understanding stem
See beyond the surface, the color’s display
There’s more to a person than shades convey
In the spectrum of being, embrace unity
Seeing each other in all our profound diversity
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In the quiet of the morning mist,
Amidst the whispers of the wind,
Lies the truth of life’s sweet twist,
Where presence reigns over treasure’s din
For the Lord, in His infinite grace,
Values not the wealth we amass,
But the moments shared, face to face,
With Him, our loved ones, till the last
In the embrace of family ties,
More precious than silver, gold, or gem,
Resides the love that never dies,
In hours spent, not in gifts we send
So let my epitaph be writ in stone,
A testament to a life well lived,
In the joys of love, fully known,
With every moment, freely given and received
For I’ll start living as if I were dying,
Embracing each breath, each day anew,
And when my time on earth is flying,
May my epitaph declare, “faithful and true”
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with graceful ease you gave your children life
from the deepest and loveliest part of you
you shaped and molded us into the strong and dark image of you
with your lush vegetation you adequately provided for us
you sheltered us from the sweltering sun
from the bowels of your soul came treasures untold
always, you make us strong—MAMA
******
then the foreigners came
greedy, conniving, violent, colonial powers came
trampling—too dark, they say, let in light
destroying—uncivilized, it’s their Christian duty to humanize
killing—like animals, trophy-hunted for the gaming
snatching—freedom stolen, for plantations of free labor
raping—black bodies assaulted, fulfilled their sexual desire
******
for hundreds of years
trampled
destroyed
killed
snatched
raped
but always, you make us strong— MAMA
******
and there you lie MAMA
open and barren
your treasures stolen
your body exploited
your children taken to far distant shores
their ancestry and identity stripped away
don’t you fear MAMA
******
your children are here
******
we endure—never silent!
we revolt—never silent!
we reclaim—never silent!
the blood of your children flows like river—MAMA
******
our cries ascend—never silent!
our tears descend—never silent!
freedom—never silent!
freedom is—never silent!
freedom is coming—never silent!
freedom is coming but that is just the beginning we can never never be silent
because always, you make us strong— MAMA
******
we’ve paid with our lives
whipped-lynched-shot
we’ve paid with our tears
raped-violated-humiliated
with our blood and our tears we reclaim
we reclaim you, MAMA
with our blood and our tears we reclaim our heritage, MAMA
for always, always you make us strong, MAMA
******
MAMA AFRICA
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Long before the written text
Poetry was
Before Aristotle’s Poetics
It was the reciting to memorize genealogy
To recall laws and culture
It was the verbal incantation of hymns
The elements of political, educative, spiritual ceremonies
It was the source of entertainment
The lyrics of love songs and dance of chants
It was the conveyor of prayers
The receptacle of stories and historical recall
It was the instructions for everyday living
From the Nile to the Volta River valleys
From Pyramid to Griot court writings
Long before colonial conquest
Poetry was
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As frost yields to the tender touch of spring
Each day, a subtle shift, a silent sigh
The air, once brittle, now blooms with life
And colors awaken from their slumber
Mornings paint a canvas of pastel hues
As dawn tiptoes upon the horizon’s edge
Birdsong, once muffled by winter’s shroud
Now orchestrates a symphony of renewal
The earth awakens, shedding its cloak
Revealing emerald patches beneath
Streams trickle with newfound fervor
And blossoms unfurl in eager embrace
In this tranquil haven, I witness
Nature’s metamorphosis, a timeless dance
As winter yields to the promise of spring
And life’s eternal cycle, once again, begins anew
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not every place you fit in
is where you belong
for the heart seeks resonance,
a symphony in sync with its chords,
a synchronous gravitational push and pull
in echoes that harmonize with your
Soul’s Song
in the crowd of faces, voices, and spaces
there lies a subtle truth:
to belong is not merely to occupy
but to resonate deeply within
to find melodies that intertwine
creating a harmony beyond mere existence
a resonance that whispers
“this is where you’re meant to be”
in harmony with your
Soul’s Song
in the patchwork of time’s unfolding
paths diverging, intertwining, unfolding
each step a note, a chord in the symphony
a melody unique to the seeker’s journey
yet, not every melody finds its choir
not every sound finds its echo
in harmony with your
Soul’s Song
sometimes, the heart wanders
seeking solace in foreign places, dislocated spaces
yet finding only transient comfort
for familiarity does not always breed belonging
and the soul, restless, continues its searching
amidst the dissonance of life’s discord
seeking harmony for your
Soul’s Song
but,
in the quiet moments
in the stillness
there comes a whisper, a gentle hum
a resonance that resonates deep within
guiding the wanderer back home
to the place where the heart
finds its echo, its chorus, its harmonious belonging in
the orchestrated symphony of your
Soul’s Song
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In the quiet moments, we wait,
Patiently, for our hearts to see
To witness the unveiling of our true selves
Layer by layer, unfurling
Like petals reaching for the sun
No masks, no facades, just raw authenticity
We lay ourselves bare
Revealing the treasures hidden within
Defined not by society’s standards
But by the essence of our being
In the brokenness, there is beauty
A mosaic of scars and imperfections
Each telling a story
Each contributing to the masterpiece of our lives
For it’s in the revelation of our true selves
We find freedom
To live boundlessly
Embracing every facet of who we are
With courage and grace
Knowing that true beauty lies
In the authenticity of our souls
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He is Henry
Self emancipate
Packed up life
Walked away
Life lived free or die trying
No one’s property
Afterword: Up until the end of the Civil War, more than 200,000 ads to recapture enslaved people who walked away from slavery were published in American newspapers.
I said walked away and not run away.
Why?
It’s about the state of mind.
Running away from a situation is not having the courage or resolve to address it. Walking away from a situation is to think through and coming to an informed conclusion that you cannot change someone’s thought, opinions or beliefs and you choose to walk away.
I chose this ad because the slave owner’s name is Burke. My family name is Burke.
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Jamaica, land of vibrant sunsets
On this day, hearts beat as one
Locally and overseas, a call resounds
Let passion flow, unfurling like the reggae rhythms
Under the island’s embrace, a celebration stirs
February 23, a day for national pride
Every single Jamaican from all spheres of life
Show the world the tapestry of our identity
Pride echoes through the Jamaican air
Not just a day, but a heartbeat of culture
Beat the drum of heritage loud
Dance in step with the spirit of Jamaica
Raise the flag high, let it catch the breeze
For in unity, a nation finds its strength
Jamaica Day, a stage for stories untold
An anthem of pride, echoing bold
Afterword: Since 2011, Jamaica Day is celebrated annually on the last Friday of February.
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This marks the anniversary of Africans in America 400 plus 5 years
Let the story be told in full of ancestral lineage—Kings and Queens till slavery interferes
August of 1619 the record declares: “20 and odd” Africans kidnapped, sold, stripped of their rights
Forced-exile, from African land, so began resistance fight
Let this be clear—1619, that is America’s true founding
The greatest story, never told, its truth is now unfolding
The treatment of enslaved Africans divided this nation
North versus South, civil war gained only partial emancipation
Enslaved people “shall then, thenceforward, and forever be free”
But, this long awaited proclamation didn’t free all from slavery
Freedom road paved with hard-won gains broke Galveston’s stronghold
“Jubilee Day” birthed Juneteenth—African American holiday to nationally behold
Decades of slavery’s brutality bred a racist legacy
The reconstruction period fueled white supremacy
First there were 13 then 15 constitutional amendments made
Slavery’s official end and partial voting rights were gained
As African Americans won elections to ascend to seats of power
So did terrorism to intimidate, to suppress, and disempower
Jim-crow, segregation, separate but equal under law
Pursuit of education was self-improvement path foresaw
Or should they return to Africa build a country of their own?
Garvey’s Black Star Line ideas eventually overthrown
No—Stay! Fight! Determined! Resolute resistance!
Writers wield pen’s might to stir cultural renaissance
Freedom rides, sit ins, marches all demonstrating
“If we must die let it not be like hogs”, Claude McKay’s mantra resonating
From Tubman’s Underground Railway created to be free
To Malcom’s inspired Black Power movement for justice and equality
LISTEN … Say their names together:
Rodney. Ahmaud. Breonna. George. And so many others
The clarion call; Black Lives Matter—
Time to end violence against our sisters and our brothers
Starting the marathon for a political seat at the table too
Shirley Chisholm runs for President in 1972
Jesse Jackson, he picked up the mantle in 1984
The power of the black vote galvanized and opened wide the door
In comes Barack Obama, first Black President elected in 20-0-9
Next Kamala Harris, Black and woman Vice President—for the very first time
It’s been centuries after centuries fighting always to restore
Our rightful place as Kings, Queens, Prince, Princesses like ancestors before
No tide of racism is high enough to impede rights-based education
Black history now a critical theory in schools’ curriculum foundation
Martin Luther the King of nonviolent civil action
Let it be known—our collective strength emerged to shape the identity of this nation
“Surely been rebuked, surely been scorned
But still my soul is-a heaven-born
If you don’t know that I been redeemed
Just follow me down to Jordan’s stream”
This is what it’s all about —
Echoes of liberation we will shout:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
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In the quiet moments of introspection
Hear the whispers of hope within divine promises
As shadows linger and doubts arise
Let soul find solace in faith’s embrace
Through the corridors of time echoes ring
Prophetic voices, visions ancient and true
Their words, a beacon in the darkest night
Guiding hearts to the promise of light
Interwoven in this thing called life are experiences, varied
Yet when stitched together, unfolds a divine orchestrating
Each working together, a refining fire
Shaping the soul, rekindling spirit’s desire
As the world turns in its ceaseless spin
Faithfully await the appointed time, for
Things will align, a choreography divine
Unfolding according to the Creator’s design
Let not the fleeting shadows obscure
Faith’s grand journey, a narrative enduring
For in the uncertainty of delays and disappointments
There’s purpose in the wait and in the failings
So, stand firm, amid the echoes of doubt and delay
For the vision, though it tarries, will surely come to be
In the sacred interplay of faith and time
Hold divine promises sure, in the appointed time their voice will be the loudest speaking
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Out from the shadow of bondage
Harriet Tubman emerged
a Moses of her people
a conductor on the Underground Railroad
Stood up to cruelty witnessed
the weight of two-pound injustice meted out
her head
bore the brunt
the scar
etched into her mind
resistance
a lifetime of headaches and narcolepsy endured
Marriage, a clandestine act for slaves
still, she wed John Tubman
took his last name
with newfound strength
took her mother’s first name
declared herself Harriet
Harriet Tubman
a name echoing through the corridors of freedom
Taken to the Underground Railroad
a frequent traveler through its undercover tracks
escaped the chains
defied the bounty on her
freedom
Fluent in bird calls
a symphony of liberation
she waded through swampy marshes
where depth eluded sight
her expertise in nature
a compass to liberty
Botany, geography, astronomy, herbal lore, wildlife biology
encased in her survival
Harriet Tubman
a force of nature
her legacy now guides
bids others through
the uncharted paths of
freedom
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Beforeword: This year’s BHM theme recognizes and celebrates African Americans in the arts. This poem is attributed to my recent return to Barbados and a reminder of the legacy of the Bajan chattel house. These were the first homes the freed slaves could own. The survival of the design of these timeless houses of wood are a testament to the craftsmanship of Africans.
Splattered across the landscape, the Barbados Chattel House stands
Symbolic shoutout to freedom, built by once enslaved hands
Freed from shackles, a new chapter began
A dwelling placed claimed, a piece of the plan
Crafted by skillful African artisans of old
Wooden homes, silent salute to architectural stories bold
Legacy etched in the grain of craftsmanship sublime
Dreams of liberty engraved in each meticulous line
Jalousie louvers and shutters, doors without glass
Configured possibilities, in a world connected to its past
Four-sided roofs, a defense steep and resolute
Of galvanized metal sheets or wood, shelter absolute
For land—a lease paid in toil and sweat
Termination loomed always, a constant threat
A tenantry’s journey, tethered not in earthy foundation
House perched on blocks, easily moved by transportation
Tiny houses set to be moved at whim, fulfilling landlords’ desires
Plantation workers, not owners, treated as no more than occupiers
Architectural blueprint, a new order their craftsmanship weaves
Inspiring modern design, akin to what their history reveals
Though
Crafted by hands once bounded, legacy endures beyond the chains
Freedmen’s toil in each wooden panel, a resilience traced in pains
Through the annals of history, the whispers of legacy’s persistence
The Barbados Chattel house, a reminder tale of struggle and resistance
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black history IS, too bold to be contained in one month
Far less one with just 28 days
It’s lived out loud every day in every month of every year
As bold as January 1st and December 31st colliding
It’s like fireworks exploding
Making its presence known
black history IS, birthed from the continent which cradled life
Civilization’s place of first beginning
As mystically dark as before God spoke the universe into form and all that was needed came from its void
Before slavery and colonial conquest, we were …
From the Nile to the Volta River valleys, from the Pyramids to Griottes/Griots’ courts
Keepers of our epic prayers and stories, told and retold
black history IS, too multi-colored to be just one-and-only
It’s not just black, it’s beautifully diverse
Birthing a people of magnificent kaleidoscopic shades of color
From chocolate-dark as starless nights
To in-between hues of caramel-brown
Glowing fluorescence of colors as sun’s light
black history IS, a chest of talented treasures
Too creatively inventive to be hidden
Trailblazers are we—breaking ground in mathematical numbering, web-animating, traffic directing, science and technology engineering
Making the folding chair portable so we take our seat for inclusion at any table
From inventing the sanitary belt for women—liberating to the steel pan for musicians—playing to peanut as smooth as butter—spreading
Yeah … black history’s way too creatively expansive for this poem’s attempt to contain it or even fully convey it
black history IS, bombastic—it vaults the Biles o’er racist typologies
It runs Bolt-fast, dismantling discrimination o’er tracks and in fields …
Whether cotton or tobacco … whether on sidewalks, in cars or in beds …
Whether with the noose or whatever weapons they choose
Black lives being snuffed out, we shout…with the intellectual prowess of Timbuktu’s Bamba to the oratory genius of King-Marley-Gorman
We challenge isms and schisms to achieve justice, to experience one-love, to find light in the never-ending shade
black history IS, me—I am my history interdependently connected
It’s too beautiful for me not to value my worth—regardless of what others think or how they feel about me—my history says: I matter!
It’s too deeply misunderstood not to be activist
It’s too compassionate not to be treated with care, to be protected, to be loved unequivocally, no questioning
It’s too artistic in rhythm, in harmony, in melody to not sing it or dance it, orate it or play it—in all ways, though, to honor it
It’s too matriarchal not to tell her-story—from Mama Africa to children of the diaspora—separate, yet together, equal
black history IS, all-encompassing, intersectional
It’s been hurt enough to empathize with other’s stories
It’s too linked to be conceived as separate or sovereign
It’s too panoptic to not be a shared humanity
It’s a collective human story
black history IS, because we are
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When love falls on you, hold on to it.
Afterword: The Septolet consists of seven lines of fourteen words with a break in between the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
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Some days it’s me, my phone, my bed …
Afterword: Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively. Simple as that.
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To love is something
To be loved by who you love
Is everything
Finding the right one
At the right time, finding love
Is everything
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The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump. Happy hump day!
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Beforeword: The Bible said it first —
What has been will be again, what has been done will be done again; there is nothing new under the sun.
Ecclesiastics 1:9
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