New year, new opportunities!
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Of all the holidays we celebrate each year
This is the one that embodies the most cheer
Colorful lights flashing, festive decorations everywhere
Transforming homes and decking trees left bare
***
Gifts carefully selected, wrapped, topped off with bows
Placed under trees anticipating the glee they’ll bestow
Menu of your favorites selected, guest list in tow
It will be a celebration, fingers crossed—there’ll even be snow
***
You left without a warning, there were no clues
You checked out of life, broke my heart in a million twos
Every year will be a blue Christmas without you too
No hugs or kisses lavished, forever gone the YOUnique you
***
Gifts wrapped in love, left unopened under the tree
Like the sorrows that plagued your heart, too deep, I couldn’t see
You smiled and laughed, you danced with me
All the while masking the darkest parts of thee
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Those on the outside looking in, contemplative wonder
You seemed to have it all, what could have been the matter?
All is incomplete when it’s devoid of the Master
Empty longings run deep, gifts are but a temporary plaster
***
In the shopping, the decorating we’ve nearly forgotten too
He’s the reason for this season, like at His birth, too little ado
The meaning of life lost outside of the One who created you
It will always be a blue Christmas—Jesus—without You
Afterword: On the eve of Christmas, this tribute poem was influenced by the reality that the holidays are the hardest when you’ve lost loved ones.
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In the hush of night, a starry beacon gleams
A cosmic lullaby of celestial themes
Not wrapped in ribbons or worldly array
Yet the greatest present in the quiet hay
Beneath the fir’s branches a story unfolds
A narrative timeless, in history it molds
No glittering trinkets can rival the glow
Of this child’s first breath in the stable’s soft throw
Beyond the carols and festive cheer’s embrace
Resides the essence of a deeper boundless grace
Unseen by many, yet felt in the heart
The gift unadorned, a masterpiece of art
Under a Christmas tree, not displayed for show
Nor wrapped in paper or tied with a bow
God birthed as babe in a manger lowly lie
The eternal gift each Christmas and everyday going by
So under the tree or the starlit sky
The message lingers as the years slip by
In the simplicity, the joy finds its way
A newborn hope born on a quiet day
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In the journey of self-transformation we find
The challenge of shifting the thoughts in mind
For how we perceive ourselves, it’s true
Defines the path of the self we’ll work to renew
To change, we must self-sacrifice—let go
Of aspects of ourselves that hinder our flow
A conscious choice to surrender and see
A brighter self emerging, bold and free
It’s a labor of love—a reset of the mind
Regulating self-speaking language we find
Yet, old labels cling, they won’t easily part
As we straddle the fence, two worlds in our heart
We’ve carried false labels, mistaken for names
“Loser” or “dropout,” igniting self-shames
“Unattractive” or “overweight,” we’d declare
But only selfish determination can banish despair
For this transformation, we must fully commit
Silence each voice that aims to misfit
Embrace the process, surrender to see
The woman or man we’re destined to be
It’s in letting go of the old we’ll find the new
In self-transformation, a journey we’ll pursue
With courage and strength, we’ll break every chain
Becoming the self that will forever reign
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Before-word: With the advent and dominance of social media has been the rise in social posts or STATUS updates which we use to let our friends know what we’re doing or to say what’s on our minds. Whether a tweet or a pin and way beyond catchy one liners on time-elapsed stories, your status is and forever will be:
Accepted just as you are
Beautiful in every way
Child of God
Destined for greatness
Exquisite
Fearfully-wonderfully-made—perfect in every way
Good-good creation
Harmoniously aligned
Image of God bearer
Joyful
Kaleidoscopic
Loved to the width and depth of God’s heart
More than a conqueror — that’s who you are
Never defeated — that’s what you are
Overcomer
Purposefully ordered
Quintessential, the God-image bearer
Redeemed—no shame, no guilt, no fear
Sufficiently sufficient
Temple-of-God-abiding
Unequivocally—YOU ARE, child of God
Victorious
Worthy
eXalted-cannot-be-duplicated masterpiece
YOUnique
Zany—amusingly-unconventional, distinctively—YOU!
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How is it possible that this is December?
It feels like we skipped o’er months, I just don’t remember
Or is that time has changed its passing,
Moving faster and faster into everlasting?
Well, like it or not this is December
It’s time to decorate, celebrate, create experiences to remember
Before too long ‘twill be one more year that’s quickly passing
And I’ll be writing another poem about time moving into everlasting
So, ode to you last month of the year—December
To yule tides, Christmas delight, under-mistletoe kissing to remember
It’s time for cheer, with family and friends, gifts of love we’ll be passing
Creating unforgettable memories to live on forever in the everlasting
Happy December!
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If these lips could talk …
If these lips could talk, do you think they’d whisper to the wind,
To ancient forests swaying, or trees dancing in the breeze?
Would they sing a song of rivers, meandering across the land,
Reflecting sunlit skies, cascading free and wild?
If these lips could talk, I wonder if they’d murmur to the flowers,
Of petals soft, adorned with pearl-like dewdrops?
Would they share the tales of meadows where birds flitter freely,
A symphony of harmonic lullaby songs chirping?
If these lips could talk, I think they’d hum to the moonlit sky
To the twinkling stars that cast their silver beams of light
They’d tell of hidden wonders, in shadows and in gleam
Cosmic mystery, celestial spectacle, a refrain they’d reveal
If these lips could talk, maybe they’d speak of mountains’ peaks
The stoic guardians of earth, standing proudly unbothered
Evoking a sense of wonder, filling the air with awe
Of their lofty heights, the majestic wonder they would tell
If these lips could talk, do you think they’d praise the ocean’s might,
Singing high notes of waves in rhythmic ebb and flow?
Would they recount tales of sailors and seagulls taking flight,
Telling the world of boundless wonder, beneath the azure sky?
If these lips could talk, they’d share pearls of wisdom
From nature’s endless cycles, its beauty they’d unfold
Like in the embrace of wilderness where there’s solace, peace and rest
A reminder of our roots, a chance to reset, believe yet again
If these lips could talk, they’d bid us cherish nature’s voice
Operate in gratitude, honor each living thing by choice
Amidst whispers of breeze and melodies from trees
Let’s celebrate nature’s glory, as its sacred trustees
If only these lips could talk …
You may also like: “If These Walls Could Talk”
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When my heart
Fell
It chose you
Landed in
Your love
Safe, secure
True
❤️❤️❤️
When my heart
Fell
It loved you
Love
On alternate
Plane of existence
Created
❤️❤️❤️
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing 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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Where upheaval and troubles of life compound
Solace and peace of mind may be found
In uncharted unexpected spaces, begin
To bask in the presence of folk of kin or skin
A balm for the soul in surprising embraces
Respite found in the most unexpected places
Venture beyond, receive comfort where it’s found
A safe haven, a harbor, no worries abound
In heart’s oasis serenity released
Calm found, inner peace achieved
Tranquility flows like soothing breezes
A welcoming solace in unexpected places
Afterword: a friend shared this photo with me with a message that started with “anywhere you find peace of mind settle there”. And it resonated so deeply with me, the inspiration led me to write this poem.
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Sisters
Aren’t always
Bloodline—
Some are choice
The choice
To be—
Sisters and friends
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing 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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What is life
Lived without
Having dreams?
Like
Broken-winged birds
Living
Without soar
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing 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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Your point of view
Is but one
Sure
Way
To
Limit understanding
Squelch empathy
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing 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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Train—
Horns blaring.
Brakes screeching.
Last Stop!
The Last Stop?
A restaurant.
Gotcha!
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing 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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Temperatures drop
Daylight shrinks
Leaves are transforming
Yellow, orange, red, brown
Seasonal
Kaleidoscopic
Landscaping
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Dear Lord,
Pove that Your power is as great as You claim
In our world is so much chaos, so much heartache, so much pain
With a touch of Your hand You can move what seems insurmountable
Mountains of prejudice, walls of intolerance, of bitterness are breakable
Your power still reigns in the whispers of the wind, in the crashing of the sea
In the miracle of life, in every star that light the night
In the ordering of planets, in the control of every season
Somehow it seems lost in humanity, in hardened heart, irrational reasoning
Show us Your power, Your glory, Your grace
In this world, in our lives, in every heart that beat life
Dear Lord, prove that Your power is as great as You claim
Though You won’t impose, gently nudge us to change
In the hearts of the weak, let Your mercy permeate
In the decisions of the powerful, let Your grace dictate
In the lost and the broken, let Your love restore
In a world hellbent on self-imploding
Dear Lord, let Your guiding-light implore
Amen.
You may also like to read In Memory of Peace.
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A poem is more than words written on a page
Peering o’er its artistry, it’s emotion’s stage
A “thing made”, as the Greeks did say
A creation from words in a unique way
It’s a tapestry woven with thought and care
A canvas of feelings that poets share
A melody of language, a dance of rhyme
A glimpse into the depths of space and time
It’s a reflection of the human heart
A work of passion, a form of art
A window to dreams, a mirror of truth
A vessel for wisdom, the fountain of youth
So, what is a poem? It’s a magical blend
Of words and feelings from start to end
A creation, a masterpiece, a glimpse of the divine
A “thing made” that forever will shine
Afterword: “Poem” comes from the Greek poíēma which means a “thing made”. This tribute poem is inspired by my previous work: God’s Poem.
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If I were a pumpkin, don’t carve me ugly
Dress me up like an angel, make me look lovely
With a graceful smile, and a heavenly glow
Carve me with beauty, let my radiance show
A halo like a crown ‘round my stem will twine
Wings of airy elegance, in moonlight they’ll shine
I’ll be a pumpkin transformed, with a scepter like art
With twinkling tea lights, I’ll cheer every heart
No ghoulish grimaces, no scary face on me
Just a pumpkin turned angel, beauty to see
With sweetness and charm, I’ll light up the night
A celestial creation, for autumn’s delight
Afterword: I’m not at all a fan of halloween—too creepy and frightening for me. Saw this alternative pumpkin displayed in an office, it resonated so well it inspired this poem!!!
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Roosters in their morning race
Proclaim the break of day
Competing to be the loudest
In their crowing display
Birdies join this joyful chorus
Chirping to a serene ballet
Nature’s melody makers
In morning’s light they sway
The wind, a gentle maestro
Enters with a soothing cool embrace
Filling the room with freshness
Embraced in a gentle swirling grace
Grey clouds hold the sun at bay
Only for just a moment long
But it soon emerged, bright
As night gives way to day’s song
“It’s DAWN”, all of nature sings
The world awakens in a magical array
With nature’s symphony and sunbeams
Morning ushers in a brand new day
Afterword: I wrote this piece a few years ago. I was working/living in Northern Nigeria at the time and there was immense unrest and upheaval. Amidst all of that, the joys of nature were all the more appreciated. What a blessing to open your eyes from a night’s rest, to know you’re alive and be able to bask in the joy of nature’s wake up call. Finding GRATITUDE in each moment of LIFE!
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She
Alone
Stands waiting
Waiting in vain?
Grasping the bouquet
Fidgeting with hair strands
Hiding tears behind the veil
Can it be that he’s not coming?
Wedding vows left forever unsaid?
She alone stands waiting … waiting in vain?
This was written in response to Suzanne Brace prompt for W3 Prompt #78 (thanks to David for hosting): to share an emotion in a “Declina Refrain” poem. Thanks to Suzanne for introducing me to this form.
A Dectina Refrain is a poetic form written with your syllables going: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10. Your 10th line is comprised of your first four lines all together as one stand alone line which may/may not be in quotation marks. This was influenced by Downtown Abbey.
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To live in regret is to live within the length of a leash that connects to the past.
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump with no regrets. Happy hump day!
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You’re a woman of faith, said he
Refusing to join the party of “woe is me”
Standing at the crossroads of hyphenated identity
Straddling the fine line of conjoined affinity
The shortest distance connecting divergent words
Yet the greatest distance between colliding worlds
Wrestling within with identities, two
Pondering which is the true you
Is it the half that doubts and frets
Filled with sadness and regrets?
Is it the other that’s thrilled with hope and wonder
Scavenging life’s downs—a fortune hunter?
What comes in the hyphen is the interval
Whether left or right it’s a fight for survival
Too deep under there’s no indicator light
No redirection to the surface, a frightening plight
Release air, bubbles of self-assurance forming
Follow bubbles—rise always toward surface soaring
Identity is who you are despite the circumstances
Who you are is not a game of luck or chances
Whether in the good times or in the bad
Whether the situation makes you happy or makes you sad
You are betwixt and between the hyphenated you
Grab ahold of the purpose of what you’re born to do
Child-of-God/child-of-human—interconnected being
One you—living duality inward refereeing
You—the image of God, a god-given soul
Yet you—locked in a body of skin and bone
The paradoxical self—looking out through eyes
Visions of living hyphenated—the you to harmonize
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In this hemisphere’s exit from summer’s sway
Days are growing shorter, skies turning gray
Ponder trees, listening to their whispered art
To hear wisdom they impart to open hearts
They stand as teachers, ancient and wise
With lessons hidden in their varied size
In every leaf and branch there is a key
To how our own lives really ought to be
Be rooted, like an oak so valiantly strong
When storms of life come, hold on for the long
With a foundation form, stay deeply bounded
Finding strength, be solidly grounded
Be constant, like the fir—timelessly green
Be who you are no matter if you’re seen
Embrace you, running your own race
In the rhyme and rhythm of nature’s space
Be pliable, as the willows weep
In storms, their limbs, they gently sweep
Adapt, don’t break, in life’s harsh gale
Persevere, flexibility will oft prevail
Be photosynthetic, seek the light
In darkest hours, shine oh so bright
Turn sunlight into strength and growth
From every challenge, find your oath
Be poetic, like the cherry’s bloom
In every season find your room
To share your beauty, life’s sweet song
In verses, words, and actions strong
Trees, in autumn’s vibrancy show
Their leaves like memories, they will let go
A lesson profound, as seasons flow
To let the past depart and from it grow
As we embrace the changing view
From summer’s green to autumn’s hue
Trees reveal the path we all should know
To let dead things go and with life, flow
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It is with heavy hearts that we mourn the passing of Peace, a cherished companion of humanity for countless generations.
Peace, born in the hopes and dreams of every individual, breathed its last breath on a world that yearned for its eternal presence.
Peace was known for its gentle touch, its ability to unite nations, its power to mend broken hearts, its inability to impose. It honored choice. It provided solace in times of turmoil, offering a refuge from the storms of discord. Throughout history, Peace stood as a beacon of hope, guiding us toward a brighter future.
However, in recent years, Peace had been under duress, with conflict and division threatening its very existence. The forces of discord, prejudice, injustice, and inequality cast shadows that dimmed its light, making it increasingly elusive.
Though Peace may no longer grace our world as we once knew it, we must remember that its spirit lives on within us.
It is up to each of us to honor its memory by working tirelessly to resurrect it from the ashes of strife. We must strive to bridge divides; promote understanding, tolerance, acceptance, inclusion; honor diversity, difference, equity; and sow seeds of unity not discord.
In the memory of Peace, let us pledge to be the architects of a world where its presence is not a fleeting dream but a lasting reality. Only through our collective efforts can we ensure that Peace’s legacy endures and thrives in the hearts of future generations.
Rest in peace, Peace, for you shall forever inspire our pursuit of harmony and tranquility.
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In the tapestry of life, I hold the pen
Scripting my story again and again
Responsibility rests on these shoulders of mine
To be brave, to be bold, to let my light shine
In chapters of courage I’ll tell my tale
With ink of determination writing won’t fail
For each page I turn a new story will unfold
A journey of strength where my spirit takes hold
I’ll re-script the past for a lesson-based future
Transforming the scars into stories I’ll nurture
With every word written a new path I chart
To share with the world a transparent-true heart
Let me write and re-write with purpose divine
In the book of my life, acts and faith intertwine
For it’s my responsibility my story to mold
To be brave, to be bold, to let the truth be told
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Unsteadily she trudged
Earthly possessions hauled in tattered, torn bags
Hand extended in alms for she’s got hungry babes to feed
Beneath the load she stumbled
Balancing the weight
Clumsily breaking her fall
Muttering in whispers she only hears
Words to comfort self, assail distress
To you she’s just another vagrant
But she’s someone else’s mother
Someone awaits the familiarity of her footsteps echoing on the floor
Someone awaits the safety only her embracing arms can restore
Someone awaits the lullaby only her serene voice can sing
Someone awaits the love only her heart will bring
Ignored or abused
Mistreated or neglected
Someone awaits her
For she, too, is
Someone else’s mother
According to the United Nations: “In a world characterized by an unprecedented level of economic development, technological means and financial resources, that millions of persons are living in extreme poverty is a moral outrage. Poverty is not solely an economic issue, but rather a multidimensional phenomenon that encompasses a lack of both income and the basic capabilities to live in dignity.”
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With support behind
Fear not what lies ahead
Confidently go
Afterword: traditional Senryu is 3 lines with 5 syllables in the first line, 7 syllables in the second line, and 5 syllables in the last line (5/7/5) for a total of seventeen syllables written in the present tense with no rhyme, metaphors or similes.
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There are simple pleasures that dot the “i” of LiFE
Making it enjoyable, compensating for the strife
These are my simple i-dotting treasures, it’s true
What are yours? I’d love to hear from you
Watching the sun break through night’s dark
Disappear behind horizons, while I sit in a park
Jumping in puddles midst the down pour of rain
Snowflakes on my tongue, kid-like joy gain
Making snow-angels on snow filled days
Hot chocolate, whipped-cream on my lip stay
Frolicking in autumn’s vibrant leafy pile
Swimming in crystal-clear waters for a while
Watching the countryside as train’s whiz by
Enjoying colored-leaves scenes, autumn beautify
Singing my heart out on a car ride so long
With my favorite guy driving and singing along
Eating ice cream, savoring chocolate’s delight
The “just because” call that puts my heart in flight
A gift “just because” so thoughtful and sweet
Or the gift of flowers, a gesture hard to beat
Tucked in in woolen onesies on a cold winter’s night
Binge-watching my favorite show feels oh so right
Hugging my special guy under starry skies
Eating sweet potato and curly fries
These are simple pleasures for which my heart beats
Making life enjoyable, sadness defeats
Dotting the “i” in LiFE, moments so dear
Simple joys that make life a delightful cheer
Abridged version of this poem here.
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Three years have passed, oh how time flies
In the world of words some lows and highs
With every post I shared from my heart
Connections made from the very start
Through ups and downs, I’ve stayed true
Crafting stories and ideas, old and new
With dedication and passion shining bright
Here’s to my blog’s third year—what a delight
Words will keep flowing as readership grows
Looking ahead, may inspiration ink freely flows
Cheers to the memories with you I’ve created
Many more to come, I’m overjoyed—elated!
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Beforeword: One of my musical loves is jazz because of the unique and expressive approach to playing it. To watch jazz evolve—the improvisation, the creation of melodies and solos right there before your eyes and ears. Jazz is a rich, diverse tapestry of music created through jazz players’ deep understanding of musical language. This is an ode to jazz and jazz players.
Jazz players, chromatic sounds they weave
No need for rhymes, yet rhythmic notes convey
With improvisation musical tapestry they conceive
Spontaneous melodies, solos beyond compare
In the heart of jazz, a swingin’ groove resonates
Off-beats, syncopation, where rhythm glides
A call and response, in conversation embrace
Musicians words played across musical terrain
Masters of their craft, techniques combined
In bonding notes, vibrato, oh, pure joy
Instruments come alive in their skilled hands
Nuanced emotion to expand music’s refrain
Phrasing with dynamism, accents oft disguised
Subtle pauses, emotions take rhapsodic flight
Modes and scales beyond the common ear
Harmonic richness keen listening to discern
Dynamics and expression, their tools so vast
From whispers to thunder, moments evolve
Collaborative spirits, playing cords off each together
Listening and responding, creativity being discovered
With a vast repertoire, the old they honor
Reinterpreting tunes, stories untold, retold
Jazz players unique in music’s grand design
Their artistry, a mesmerizing dream come alive
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In the shadowed depths of solitude’s embrace
Where once your muse set heart ablaze
Now stands bereft, a barren, empty space
In this void creativity’s but a dimming haze
Who do you write for when the muse is gone
Emotions lost, inspiration withdrawn
Lines upon lines, like wilted flowers, forlorn
No spark of life, no spark to dawn
There’s no story worth telling, no tale to weave
No melody’s embrace, no lyrics to believe
No rhyme, no rhythm for soul’s reprieve
In this silence profound, there’s but grieve
No chord to complement thoughts unstrung
No structure to guide, no song to be sung
No hook to draw listeners in, among
This creative void, passion’s undone
In the stillness recall memories of muse of old
Passion once ignited like mythical goddesses bold
In muse absence, creativity’s waning hold
Search on for inspiration in stories yet untold
Though muse departed as motivating guide
In its absence creativity’s not denied
New sources of inspiration found far and wide
Writing from the intersection where thoughts collide
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In 1939 this charming song, “I’m a Little Teapot” was published. Written by Clarence Kelley the song was used to help students master the “Waltz Clog” tap dance routine.
Reviving this post for the WDYS Daily Prompt, which took me down memory lane all the way back to kindergarten and this endearing nursery rhyme:
I’m a little teapot
Short and stout
Here is my handle
(one hand on hip)
Here is my spout
(other arm out straight)
When I get all steamed up
Hear me shout
“Tip me over
and pour me out!”
(lean over toward spout)
I’m a clever teapot,
Yes it’s true
Here let me show you
What I can do
I can change my handle
And my spout
(switch arm positions)
Just tip me over and pour me out!
(lean over toward spout)
I hope your kindergarten self gets your dancing-and-singing on … mine did!!! 💃 🕺 🎶 🎤
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Mother Nature weaves
Grass wrapped in wire fencing
Accidental art
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Icelandic Shorelines
Green Fields, Yellow River meet
Black Bleach and Blue Sea
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Two weeks have passed, my blog did rest
For a summer break well-needed, it was the best
No posts, no words, no comments seen
But now I’m back with my writing machine
I missed the interactions, y’all a blogger’s delight
Sharing stories and thoughts be it day or night
Summer’s warmth is fading, leaves will soon fall
A writer’s inspiration anew, answer the blogging call
The crisp air of autumn, a new season’s start
Brings fresh ideas to my creative heart
I’ll craft my posts from sceneries about
In this colorful season, a muse, no doubt
So here I am, rested, revived, renewed
To share thoughts in words in gratitude
As fall paints the world with hues awe-inspiring
Us creatives, let’s craft words, our stories retelling
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Hope y’all had a good summer. Contributing to Fandango’s One Word Challenge—anew and Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge—fall.
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Memories painted o’er food and drinks
The warmth of friendship, spirits link
Laughter takes delight in sunflowers stride
In their golden dance, joy cannot hide
Nature encased in friendship’s sweet embrace
Cherished moments locked in time’s embrace
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Hydrangeas growing lush but will not blossom
The botanist said, this isn’t the custom
Till the soil and feed them fertilizer
Next year they’ll bloom bigger than ever
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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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New leaf unfolding
Summer's touch, life in motion
Nature's dance of life
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SUMMER comes with such splendor
all of creation shows its praise
flowers bloom
fruits ripen
birds sing
all things experiencing rebirth
all things made anew
’till AUTUMN’s
golden red
sunshiny yellow
crispy brown
leaves letting go
falling peacefully lying in a final resting place
‘till WINTER’s
milky white delicate snow flakes
cascading
falling
covering all in fluffy softness
’till SPRING’s revitalizing rain falls
showering
washing
pouring
cleansing
life is much like nature’s seasons
constantly assuredly changing
we too must face life’s passing seasons of
SPRING-like rebirth
AUTUMN-like falling
SUMMER-like passion
WINTER-like coldness
we too must face the seasons
the seasons of the soul
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After-word: Nature is a formidable teacher. One lesson I’ve learnt from the changing of seasons is this: we must embrace new beginnings. Like the contrasting seasons, we too are faced with periods that resemble SPRING-like rebirth, AUTUMN-like falling, SUMMER-like passion and WINTER-like coldness. To grow, we too must face the seasons of the soul and embrace the changes each unfold.
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In God is Love-complete, there is no Plan-B
Plan-B is the alternative
Alternative to salvation’s plan
Plan so expansive it bankrupted
Bankrupted heaven for Love left no regard for His own safety
Safety ignored, for Love risked all proving again
Again and again, ‘cause it’s the Love that never gives up
Up or down, Love chases after, even at the risk of being rejected
Rejected 70-times-7, yet still Love forgives the hundred-and-fiftieth time
Time knows no bounds in Love’s calculation. It’s ridiculously crazy, really
Really crazy—enough to leave the ninety-and-nine to go find the one
One lost. Redeemed to make the hundred complete
Complete in Love of “YOU never I” displayed
Displayed selflessly on a cross where Love
Love was crucified, Love bled, Love died
Died on the off chance to win our hearts
Hearts won back by a Love reckless
Reckless Love
Afterword: To say God’s love is reckless is not that God is dangerously careless but that HE loves in such a way that is unconcerned with the consequences to Himself. His love for us is ridiculously crazy!
Inspired by Cory Asbury’s song of the same title, “Reckless Love”:
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Amidst the chaos of life’s relentless race
Looking beyond mere appearances to trace
Beyond what eyes perceive in fleeting glance
To fathom the depths in life’s intricate dance
Externals, mere masks like emotions in flight
Shifting and swaying like shadows of night
But a doubtless heart, steadfast and true
Forever in search to bring love’s essence through
Unchanging it stands like a lighthouse aglow
Guiding through storms of tides’ ebb and flow
With eyes transfixed, piercing through the haze
Sees to the core of love’s light, like rays
Into-me-see deeply, where vulnerability resides
Embrace a sacred connection that silently guides
Into-me-see the heart of intimacy, true surrender
Souls intertwined in love’s embrace, forever
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Looking with love’s eyes to see beyond
Beyond what naked eyes can receive, to discern
Discern beyond the externals shaped
Shaped by shifting emotions, crippling doubt
Doubt-less heart never changing, always looking
Looking with love’s eyes, into-me-see
See into me—the heart of intimacy
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What is rhyme without lyrics?
What is lyrics without music?
What is music without dance?
What is dance without rhythm?
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What is eye without sight?
What is sight without beauty?
What is beauty without kindness?
What is kindness without giving?
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What is oxygen without air?
What is air without breath?
What is breath without lungs?
What is lungs without release?
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What is heart without beat?
What is heartbeat without blood?
What is blood without life?
What is life without God?
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Without!
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NEW YORK 🌃
She’s lights flashing
She’s noise reverberating
She’s drama unfolding
She’s concrete buildings
She’s yellow cabs hailing
She’s never sleeping
She’s New York
NEW YORK 🌃
She’s 5th Avenue
Models and agents
Fashionistas and designers
She’s Broadway
Musicians and poets
Actors and directors
She’s Park Avenue
Cathedrals and parks
High rises and skyscrapers
She’s New York
NEW YORK 🌃
She’s contrasting
She’s empowering
She’s dream-making
She’s mesmerizing
She’s fascinating
She’s captivating
She’s New York
NEW YORK 🌃
She’s a symphony of lights, of dreams, of schemes
Where skyscrapers drape the skyline gleams
From Times Square’s dazzle to Central Park’s green
Brooklyn’s charm to the Bronx’s Boogie Down beat
A mosaic of neighborhoods, diverse and sweet
Wall Street’s hustle and Harlem’s soul
Statue of Liberty with an Empire state of mind
Museums, theaters, where arts abound
A pulsating heart where passions ignite, worlds converge
She’s New York
NEW YORK 🌃
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She’s a mere 146 miles long and about 51 miles wide
An island washed by the Caribbean Sea, a standout beauty tide-to-tide
She’s the jewel of the Caribbean, a little piece of paradise
Let it be known, her impact on the world far outweighs her tiny size
First the Spanish then the English sought to colonize
Her children—resistance fighters—battled for African heritage kept alive
Defiant—likkle but tallawah—refusing to be renamed
She bears her indigenous name—Xaymaca—Jamaica, land reclaimed
Among first of the Caribbean isles to dismiss the colonial power
Today she stands strong and proud, 61 years freedom tower
From freedom fighter, Nanny of the Maroons to pan-Africanist Marcus Garvey
Her people fought always for independence as their inherent right to be
From food to music to athletics and innovations
Best rest assured, if it’s irie, it’s got some Jamaican connections
The first tropical country at Winter Olympics with the Cool Runnings bobsled team
She’s even the first English-speaking Caribbean country qualifier with her male and female soccer teams
In the world of track and field—this is where she simply “JAminates”
Athletic superstars from Merlene Ottey to Usain Bolt—Olympics she dominates
She produces the world’s best coffee for drinking and even for singing
Koffee, the only woman and youngest person Grammy awarded—what a Rapture she is being
She razzle-dazzles taste buds with food, boonoonoonoos good
And, finger-licking meat jerked spicy-hot on wood
Her rich musical heritage from mento to dancehall
She hails chart toppers from Bob Marley to Millie Small
She will not be outdone in serving rum or giving praises
Guinness World Record holder—most bars per square mile right along with the most churches
In the sphere of innovation, there’s much to emphasize
She’s influenced nation building in those ten times her “likkle” size
In the Western Hemisphere, she built the first iron bridge and railroad
And the AT&T telephone system, from her technology they borrowed
Her flag bears no common color with those in the American flag
She speaks a rhythmic dialect, tribute to African heritage she brags
In only 61 years her legacy she stamped everywhere
‘Cause no matter where you roam, the black-green-and-gold will be there
For high privilege and responsibility of independence reigned
For nationhood, on this her 61st year, we give thanks for freedom gained
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Heart in perpetual bloom, never-ending, everlasting, constant
A flame who’s light is never dimmed, through darkness, it remains defiant
With each beat, a rhythm of life, a symphony of love and emotion
Through joy and pain, it perseveres, an unwavering devotion
In storms of doubt and uncertainty, it stands firm, resilient and strong
A beacon of hope in the night, guiding us to where we belong
Though seasons come and seasons go, its essence remains steadfast
A garden of feelings blossoming, in this journey of life, unsurpassed
God’s the only heart in perpetual bloom forever
Lavishing His love, a treasure we can never measure
Embrace its power, supernatural, endless unearned grace
Only in His love will you find fulfillment, enjoy your greatest pleasure
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Busy bee on pink rose fluttering
A dance of nature composing
Buzz in the air, petals caressing
Nectar’s sweet finesse harvesting
Amidst blooms, nature’s task unending
A symphony of the cycle of life unfolding
Contributing to Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is flutter, and no more than 34 words.
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Daddy God
He’s yes and amen
Promises
He will keep
A sure-enough-gonna-God
He’s faithful to me
Afterword: this tribute piece to God concludes this week’s thematic focus on the poetic form—Shadorma!!!! Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively.
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Beforeword: A week of poems about single words that each encapsulates the vast beauty of nature and the awesomeness of natural sights would not be complete without AURORA which also means DAWN. Yeah, I meant to do that!!!!! Enjoy …
Aurora’s essence, a celestial embrace of
Dawn, a name as ageless as time
In early morn, your light arise
Kaleidoscopic dyes you splash across skies
Breathtaking sight radiant hues of
Dawn, the breaking of day to unveil light
A mingling of colors across darkened blue
The world awakens—refreshed, renewed
Your presence heralds morning’s birth of
Dawn, with each sunrise hearts find hope
In your radiant glow, we trace our way
Guided by your warmth day after day
As the sun displays it’s rays, Aurora ushers in
Dawn, a colorful breaking of the night sky
In your name, a forever promise we hold
Of endless wonders waiting to be unfold
Aurora—the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales told
Aurora—the Roman goddess of the dawn denote
A symbol of hope, dreams in tales, enshrined
Deity and beauty, aurora-dawn, forever entwined
Afterword: I hope you enjoyed this week of one-word wonders. Single word expressions that fully capture the beauty of nature and perfectly communicate the awesomeness of natural sights. Like the smell of the earth after rain’s first drops; the peace and tranquility of wind caressing trees; or being captivated by the moon, or darkness or the ocean.
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Apricate?
Is that a new fruit?
Apricot
Comes to mind
Nah! It’s to bask in the sun
Do you apricate?
Apricate in rays
Not a fruit, but warmth I seek
Summer basking days
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Snow’s serene descent just ended
I ventured to my cherished park
Eager to witness nature’s art untamed
Before others disrupt this fallen-white artistic display
There were no footprints marring the pristine white
Nor had the wind disturbed the delicate flakes
Still draping branches, in the stillness I reveled
Embracing the beauty of the season’s first snow-falling
Branches laden with the fluffiest flakes
Like clouds descended on branches, crouched
The scene awakens childlike wonderment in my soul
A tropical heart finding joy in nature’s contrasting cold clime
Walking in hushed steps, a careful dance of wonder
Respecting the grace of this transient chance I’ve encountered
To witness the ammil, this snowy treasure
A memory now forever etched in time
Oh, the joy that comes from such pure adventure
Nature’s brush strokes of serenity and splendor
Creating a haven of tranquility a winter land retreat
Snow glitter dusting everything, I’m in wonder
I carry in my heart’s core the memory of that day
Forevermore a recall of nature’s creative display
For in my favorite park, beneath the snow’s cover
I found solace, I found beauty, I found ammil’s timeless treasure
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In twilight’s gleam—when stars come out to play
Like a silent dream—when sun gives way to moon
The world is transformed, bathed in a silver glow
The dance of shadows ushered in, begins a mystical show
The moon takes the lead—in the blackened night
On a lunar path guided—it invites me venture out
I obey, embracing the nocturnal scene
Stride by stride, on a moonwalk serene
Moonbeams caress the earth—a silver trail creating
Light as a whispered tale—I embrace its shimmering grace
Footsteps echo softly, imprints left behind
A celestial rhythm rise, in this dance myself I find
The moonwalk whispers—secrets of galaxies reveal
Taken into realms serene—I transcend earthly realm
A celestial traveler I become, lost in the cosmic tide
Dancing in the moonlight, where the universe resides
A dance of shadows—moonbeams so pure
In this mystical embrace—it’s the cure, spirit soars
When stars come out to play, and night wears its dark attire
I find my solace in the moon’s celestial fire
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Jamaica, indigenously named “land of wood and water”
Where nature’s beauty gleams and glows
Bathed in Caribbean Sea’s warm embrace
A paradise where tranquility flows
Lush vegetation adorns the land
Caressed by gentle breezes’ touch
Amidst the trees, I’d often lay or play
Onto childhood’s summer days I clutch
Under the canopy’s verdant embrace
Gazing through leaves to the azure sky
Lost in daydreams my mind would stray
Lulled by psithurism’s soothing sigh
Whispers of wind in towering trees o’er me
A symphony of nature’s melodic rhyme
The rustling leaves, oh sweet lullaby
Calming my spirit, transcending time
Listen—hear psithurism’s gentle murmurings
Whispered secrets of life’s hidden lore
A serenade in my heart forever captured
Indelibly etched in memories’ core
Jamaica, my enchanting island home
Where psithurism weaves its gentle spell
I long to return to your soothing embrace
Where nature’s symphony will forever dwell
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In Jamaica’s embrace, my heart recalls
Cherished memories, as raindrops fall
The first few droplets, on scorching terrain
Unleashing petrichor’s earthy-fragrant reign
Hot ground beseeched, quenched by nature’s grace
Vapor ascending in a calming embrace
That earthy scent kissed by rain’s soft touch
A tender whisper, I’ve missed so much
Pitter-patter ricocheting off zinc rooftop
Nature’s symphony, a comforting backdrop
Childhood’s realm, a world of pure delight
Where simplicity and joy took whimsical flight
All worries melt away in this nostalgic space
Recalling petrichor weaving her mystical embrace
Ahh, exhaling gratitude, a heartfelt sigh
For memories cherished, never to deny
Petrichor, a gift from nature’s grand design
Where rain and earth unite—oh so divine
In Jamaica’s land, those moments held dear
Petrichor’s essence forever near
Kim, hostess at dVerse, invites us to choose one of the basic four
elements and write a poem. My choice — water (rain) — in this republished piece.
Posted for Poetics: The Four Elements @dVerse Poets Pub
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Afterword: Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively.
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Petrichor blesses
Earth’s scent she wakens anew
Rain’s gift, nature’s joy
Afterword: this week’s d’Verse challenge is to choose one word from the list provided to create a poem. I chose petrichor (a pleasant smell that frequently accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather) and wrote a haiku that anthropomorphized the word (give it human qualities).
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She’s a lot!
You’re right … I’m a lot
Lots of heart
Ideas
And personality, too
So, yeah … I’m a lot!
Afterword: Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively.
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One or two
You don’t need a lot
Choose wisely
The right friends
Your circle, a sacred space
For a chosen few
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Life gets dark
Light disappearing
Heart breaking
In silence
Be the sunshine for others
Seek to brighten lives
Afterword: Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively.
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Afterword: And so concludes the featured poetic form—the limerick. Hope you chuckled a time or two reading these over the last week 😊🤣😊
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Teacher: Johnny no fibbing.
Johnny: It’s true, the dog did really eat my homework!
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PS: I hope you’ve been laughing your way through these limerick poems this week 😜🤪😂🤣
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Afterword: A limerick is a five-line poem that consists of a single stanza, an AABBA rhyme scheme, and whose subject is a short, pithy tale or description. Most limericks are comedic, some are downright crude, and nearly all are trivial in nature.
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Afterword: I took this photo in the change room of a store in Johannesburg, SA in April. I knew it would spark some measure of creativity — and here it is, a limerick. A limerick is a five-line poem that consists of a single stanza, an AABBA rhyme scheme, and whose subject is a short, pithy tale or description. Most limericks are comedic, some are downright crude, and nearly all are trivial in nature.
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The butterfly is beautiful only because the caterpillar was brave enough to accept painful change.
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A refugee’s journey marked by turmoil and despair
Hope away from home, though there must be fear
With open hearts, with hands extended wide
Build supportive community, stand side by side
Let there not be walls to impede quest for new start
Inclusion the motto to guide each heart
Champions of justice defenders, support not fight
For refugees seeking safety this will be a guiding light
In the face of adversity champion their cause
United voices resounding can influence laws
Advocate for their stories loudly proclaim
Lasting solutions the aim, extinguish prejudice flame
World Refugee Day—a reminder profound
That compassion and empathy know no bounds
It’s possible in this vast world for refugees to find
A haven of safety, warmth and peace of mind
Together we can make a difference, this is true
Champion rights, that’s what we’re meant to do
Better to build bridges than feed the divide
For on this day and every day our humanity abide
You may appreciate reading the 2022 poem, Before You Call Me Refugee and Refugee, which was also published on Spillwords.
Afterword: Each year on 20 June, the United Nations calls on the world to commemorate the strength and courage of people who have been forced to flee their home country to escape conflict or persecution. The 2023 theme of World Refugee Day is “hope away from home.”
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Liberation—the act of setting someone free from slavery, imprisonment, bondage—supersedes the physical. The liberated must have release—freedom from limits in thoughts or behavior. Liberation encompasses the physical, emotional, psychological self to be truly free.
It’s like the prophet-artist Bob Marley sang in “Redemption Song”—“Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery. None but ourselves can free our minds”.
In liberation exists threads of courage and dreams. It is a space where boundaries of all types dissolve, and enables the spirit to soar on wings of freedom.
This is what Texas native Opal Lee dreamed of. At 96 years old [in 2023] she fought her entire adult life for this day to be recognized as a federal holiday. June 19, 1865 commemorates Union soldiers arrival in Galveston, Texas, to enforce the Emancipation Proclamation, signed earlier by President Abraham Lincoln, which freed enslaved people.
Renewal in spring
Like nature liberated
Dreams unbound, take flight
Afterword: dVerse Haibun Monday the prompt is to compose a Haibun on the theme “liberation” in honor of Juneteenth, which is today, June 19th.
A haibun is a Japanese literary form that combines prose and haiku.
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Before-word: How often do we think about breathing? Maybe never, right? Because it’s such an innate part of who we are, happening independent of us, we don’t really think about it. Especially as we’ve had to wear masks for many months, at the start of this new week I pause to poetically acknowledge breath.
Whimsical, as light as feather
Breath, a gentle breeze
Sustains life’s eternal flow
Peace in each exhale
Inhale to exhale effortlessly
Inhale life’s sweet air
Exhale worries, find solace
Breath unites, heals all
Rhythmic in-and-out flow
Beneath starlit sky
Breath ebbs and flows, life’s rhythm
Vital energy
Sustainer of life
Lungs embrace the air
Vital rhythm of existence
Breath whispers, “Be alive”
Cannot be voluntarily constrained
Breath dances freely
Liberation fills each lung
Freedom whispers life
Powerful controller of life and death
You’re life’s beginning
A faithful companion
Constant to life’s end
Breath
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Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another.
Nelson Mandela
Juneteenth is a federal holiday in the United States commemorating the emancipation of enslaved African Americans. Juneteenth marks the anniversary of the announcement of General Order No. 3 by Union Army general Gordon Granger on June 19, 1865, proclaiming freedom for enslaved people in Texas.
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In my potted garden, blessed and green
Mint added to create space serene
Their fragrance dances in the air
Adding delight, a whispering flare
With a gentle touch, one sprig I pluck
Crushing it lightly, its essence struck
My senses, awakened with delight
Unfold the magic, sip by sip, tonight
Steeping in hot water, leaves’ flavor unfurl
Releasing their essence, a tea-gift like pearl
Aromatic tendrils curl and ascend
Into my cup tranquility blends
Bit by bit the minty potion I sip
My senses held in a heaven-like grip
Its cooling touch calming my soul
An elixir of peace, my spirit made whole
From garden to teacup, a journey complete
Mother Nature’s symphony of flavor sweet
Oh humble mint from the earth you spring
Flavoring my tea, a simple joy you bring
So with me raise your cups and cheer
To the mint from our gardens, ever near
A fragrant companion, faithful and true
With each sip, moments of bliss will ensue
Afterword: If you’ve been visiting this space for awhile you know I started a garden under the pandemic. I also wanted to plant a vegetable garden. This year I gave up on waiting on boxes to be installed and resorted to pots. So I finally planted vegetable and herbs, including mint. I had the first fruit my labor with a fragrant cup of mint tea!! The experience is worthy of its own ode.
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Is it the whimper in a baby’s cry
Or the joy from laughter thrilling?
Is it the uncertainty in a child’s first word
Or the surety of life’s final word slipping?
Is it the warmth of a friend’s bare-hug
Or the fragrance of spring-flower’s blooming?
Is it the dew drops of morn’s early dawn
Or evening’s sun crimson-like setting?
Is it a flame that warms
Or like sunshine glowing?
Is it a tender kiss
Or like a lover, gentle touching?
Is it in the silence of the unspoken
Or found in words uttering?
Is it motionless
Or like actions expressing?
Is it opposition, a push and pull
Or like magnet engaging?
When you’ve experienced it, then you
Know my dear, LOVE, is all of these
Afterward: this is the abridged version which inspired a more in-depth version of “What is Love”
2023 (first published June 2021)
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Before-word: One of the first pieces I wrote for this blog was “Why I Write”. It speaks about the power of the written word. We shift and grow and though the written words remain as they were first written, they take on different meanings as we look back at them through the lens of our shifting and growing.
This poem came from reflecting on my why for writing. I transformed my initial “Why I Write” essay into a poem—“Writing Is”—combining a quatrain and a senryu.
Writing is the air to creativity’s wondering
In the stroke of words imagination go flying
Ideas once dormant take their place among the living
Expressed in a symphony of thoughts now revealing
Writing is the oxygen to fire’s flaming
Fuels the mind, confined thoughts unlocking
Thoughts mixed with emotions dancing
A delicate step-by-step word-to-word igniting
Writing is the needle point to tapestry creating
Starting from just one single word expressing
To a collection of words stitched together stories revealing
Whether prose or poetry, expressed ideas weaving
Writing is the spark of inspiration
stimulating
Giving voice to ideas imagination unveiling
Whispers soul secrets from the deepest parts revealing
Tales that long await words for the unveiling
Writing is the breath to creative spaces filling
A sanctum divine imagination transcending
The rhythm and rhyme of words unfolding
Symphonies’ hearts, once held in words, now singing
Writing is my soul
Words alive, flow through my veins
Ink spills my essence
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In the sphere where dreams unfold
Where the spirit finds its voice
Lies a secret story yet to be told
Where resilience makes a choice
From “impossible” let’s take a leap
I’mPossible! confidently declares
Break it apart, no secrets to keep
Unleash hope, banish despairs
With every challenge there’s a chance
Determination a stalwart guide
To rise above, embrace life’s dance
Mountains we’ll conquer side by side
No longer bound by doubt’s dark reign
Obstacle recast as opportunity we grasp
I’mPossible! fuels determination flame
Holding our own destiny in a tight clasp
We can each embrace this powerful rephrase
For within us all the strength resides
Bask in the brightest of light displays
Unleash—dance free, let fear hides
Embrace life’s challenges, your spirit resound
With boundless faith and determined will
I’mPossible! ricochets from all around
Till the dance of life you bravely fulfill
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Sadje chose this picture for her prompt on What Do You See # 188 May 29, 2023 which made me think of this truly amazing artist—Musa Motha—finding light in what looks like impossible and dark situations.
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Beforeword: I want to start this new month with a tribute poem. Kym Moore is one of the most positive people I’ve been privileged to meet on WP. Her comments often spur my thoughts into creative expressions. This poem emanated from one of her comments on one of my poems where she used the words “rise and soar”. Thanks Kym!! Keep shining positivity. This one’s for you sistah gurl (as I often call her).
In the golden embrace of dawn we rise
Like birds, with wings unfurled, we soar
Through boundless skies, where dream flies
Our spirits will rise forevermore
On winds of hope, we take our flight
Above the shadows of darkness transcend
With every beat our hearts take delight
A symphony of freedom, our souls ascend
Together, we defy negativity’s plight
Exploring, rather, unseen horizons scene
With positivity as our guiding light
On mountains rise, rest in valleys serene
Through mountains high and valleys low
Our souls abound, we seek, we explore
In unity our passions will grow
We’ll find the wings of love to soar
So let us rise, forever be free
To chase sunset’s vibrant ray
It’s in our dreams we truly see
Endless possibilities relay
With every step, with every breath
Embrace the beauty life has in store
In harmony we transcend depth
And forevermore we’ll rise and soar
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Using my latest publication on Spillwords, “Final Breath”, to highlight positive mental health on this the last day of Mental Health Awareness month.
Forgive, even when your heart’s been broken
Think before each word is spoken
Regard not the ugly people say
End not your day in trifling dismay
Be the first to say: “I’m sorry”
You won’t live your days in worry
Don’t forget to say: “I love you”
And prove always this is true
Then when kiss of death falls on your lips
And all of life before you slips
When you glance back on the last moments of time
Over the valleys you walked and …
You may read the full poem at this link.
While you’re there please don’t forget to remember to show me/my art some love with a like and your comments. Thanks.
Many thanks to Dagmara K., Director of Development, Editing Department and the entire team at Spillwords for selecting this piece!
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Enter a world where playful creatures monkey around
Their cute antics unfurling, dogging about, pet lovers surround
Cats not to be outdone, skittish and playful, pussyfooting about
There’s even a pig—yeah, you guessed it—he’s pigging out
Some days we need a bare hug, sadness to erase
Like bears bear-hugging their friends in a warm embrace
Animals joyful glee, bounce about kangarooing
Never slowing down a whimsical world of cavorting
Don’t bug me, this is a tale of animal’s “verbifying”
They horse around, that there is no denying
So let’s honor nature’s creatures weaseling out lessons unconfined
Through animal “verbifying” let our poetry flow, unwind
For in this dance of words we’ll find connections true
Larking between the animal world and the human—me and you
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Afterword: I couldn’t resist joining this very fun prompt hosted by dVerse Poets Pub, Tuesday Poetics 05.30.23: Acting Like Animals!
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Accept you as you are
Believe in the good, do good
Cultivate an attitude of gratitude
Do what you love, do you
Embrace the flaws
Find peace of mind
Give with no expectations
Happiness is fleeting, create joy
Invest in experiences, things are ephemeral
Jump around in bed some times, find your inner child
Kindness is life-changing, be a kind human
Love like you won’t be hurt, live like you will die
Make the space you occupy a better place
Nurture friendships, you’ll need support
Obstacles are opportunities for change, embrace them
Protect your mental health, self-care is NOT selfish
Quiet the noise, listen from within
Remember always, you’re imperfectly perfect and that’s OK!
Say yes to adventures—period!
Treat people with respect
Understand before you seek to be understood
Vulnerability is not weakness, welcome it
Worship God always, it will center you in this ever-changing world
eXpress your voice authentically, be not silenced
You’re beautifully and wonderfully created, know this
Zealously pursue every dream, take chances, it’s ok to fail
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In the realm where words take flight
They weave a tapestry bold and bright
When stitched together, thread by thread
They craft masterpieces where dreams can be read
An alliance of verses harmoniously blend
They unite heart’s symphony, emotions transcend
Words possess the power to heal
They bridge divides, make hearts feel
Stitch words in alliance loud and clear
In the tapestry words create, hold life dear
Stitch them with love, impart them with grace
They breathe life into alliance, they leave lasting trace
Afterword: I took up Sami on the 10 word challenge—stitch, then saw Fandango’s one word challenge—alliance. Both words formed an harmonious dance in my mind and out flowed “Words Stitched in Alliance”.
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Words are like
Tapestry
Stitch
Them together to make
Art
In response to Weekend Writing Prompt- 313- Stitch, hosted by Sami Cox
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Tina Turner’s voice
Powerful and full of soul
Sings of love’s triumph
“What’s Love Got to Do with It?”
Her iconic question
Challenges the norms
Love—a complex dance
Intertwining hearts and minds
Defying logic
With passion and grace
She shows that love transcends all
Conquering doubts
Through timeless song
Tina Turner reminds us:
Love’s got everything to do with it—life’s journey
Rest In Peace Queen, your sun sets, 24 May 2023
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In the depths of silence, no words would appear
My trusted solace, my words, had disappeared
I stayed quiet, turned inward to hear
Listening closely, as inner peace drew near
I faced the discomfort, the anguish, the strife
Turbulence of emotions, disrupted my life
Allowing myself to mourn, to release the tears
Embracing collective trauma, built up o’er the years
Across continents brothas and sistahs wept
In neighborhoods both distant and closely kept
Then, in that moment fueled not just by rage
Newfound strength emerged, voice uncage
Expressive peace, a balm for my soul
Resurrecting words, restoring me whole
And from the depths of my being they did flow
Crafting “I Can’t Breathe”—poetic tribute told
Through crises endured, my voice reemerged
A testament to resilience, a song yet unheard
For in the face of silence, words can revive
Transform anguish to art, helping us thrive
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Whenever, wherever I travel I try to find the most interesting, culturally-relevant experiences I can have and immerse myself fully in them.
Enjoy this travelogue — moments of a sunset dinner on the highest rooftop restaurant in Zanzibar.
Along the twists and turns of a maze of crumbling alleyways in fabled Old Stone Town in Zanzibar (Tanzania), up what feels like a hundred stairs on a steep ascent to the most astonishing sunsets is—the Emerson on Hurumzi rooftop restaurant!
Ooh la lah … hands immersed in warm rose-fragrant water before the start of a delectable dining experience fused with Omani and Persian influences.
… and if all this wasn’t enough, the night is topped off with live music by a traditional Taarab singer & band.
Question: What does sunset, dinner and rooftop in Zanzibar have in common?
Answer: The makings of a unforgettable experience with memories for a lifetime.
Side Note: Its sister restaurant is the Emerson Spice. It’s in a beautifully ornated old Swahili mansion which has its roots deep in the history of Zanzibar and credited by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site. And quite fittingly so because it’s history includes being home of the last Swahili ruler of Zanzibar, Muhammed bin Ahmed, known as Mwenyi Mkuu.
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Life can be tough BUT YOU ARE TOUGHER. Carry on Fighter!!
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump fighting. Happy hump day!
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Perched precariously upon a rock
A watering hole for travelers wide
Below craggy surface fishing boats dock
Landlocked till ocean ushers in high tide
Aptly called—The Rock—restaurant with view
Ocean kissing sky from every side
Diners pose for pictures not one or two
Capture moments too glorious to hide
Dishes created from ocean’s offer
Chefs working their magic to make it right
Culinary joy for seafood lover
Delectable food, whetting appetite
The visit, a travel enthusiast’s bliss
From “to do” to experience complete
More than idea on a travel list
Pictures with stories to regale replete
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Nakupenda is
Sandbank beach in Zanzibar
It means “I love you”
Indian Ocean
Idyllic summer swim in
Crystal-clear waters
Waves move o’er white sand
Low tide ripples revealing
Just off Stone Town coast
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Grasslands roam
Awkward elegance
African
Queen of height
Safari expedition
Moments etched in time
Afterword: Shadorma is a Spanish 6-line syllabic poem of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllable lines respectively.
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Caramel skin brotha, kissed by the sun
A shaved head with full beard, bespoke sexy
A picture speak a thousand words as one:
Debonair-elegant-charming-dressy
Knees weakening, heart’s racing, she’s undone
Cause or cure, intoxicating is he
Black, bald and bearded in confidence stride
Taking her along, a fantastic ride
Afterword: An ottava rima is an eight-line stanza with the specific rhyme scheme in which the first six lines have an alternating rhyme pattern and a couplet as the final two lines.
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What eyes see
Is not always all
Rainbow’s whole
Beyond clouds
A trick of perspective
Like life, full circle
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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The most powerful addition
I can’t do this + YET = optimism
I can’t express myself + YET = growth mindset
I don’t get it + YET = perseverance
The week is long. The weekend is short. Midweek is a good point to recharge to get over the hump—PERSEVERE! Happy hump day!
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May your birthday be just the beginning of
A year filled with happy memories
A year filled with wonderful moments
A year filled with shining dreams
Beloved Beautiful Daughter of Zion
Think not of how old you are
Rather think of how blessed you are
Think of all the experiences you’ve had in life—both good and bad—that have brought you this far
B-be yourself
I-invite new challenges
R-recall past triumphs
T-trust your instincts
H-have faith in your abilities
D-desire only the best
A-affirm your strengths
Y-you have got what it takes
Afterword: This year my friends have given me the best gifts to commemorate the day of my birth—the gift of words in poetry. Being a logophile, words are precious to me. Words constitute the language my heart operates in. This piece is in full credit to Tshepo Kgadima.
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Let her eat
To her contentment
Choice of cake
Candle lit
Sparkling atop, till blown out
Celebrating life
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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Birthday is a time for good wishes
A midas-like touch for successes
Love like assuring hug caresses
Knee slapping laughter tear induces
Impecable good health and high spirts
Sprinkled throughout the year, showers of wealth
Afterword: This piece was inspired by birthday wishes sent from a friend. I used the gwawdodyn byr poetic form — it’s a sestet (or six-line stanza) form with 9 syllables in the first 4 lines; 10 syllables in the final 2 lines; lines 1-4 and 6 end rhyme; the end of line 5 rhymes with a syllable in line 6.
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