Have you ever imagined the world we live without women?
It is like a lung without some oxygen, agonizing and inevitably dead
A face never with a smile, boring and unfriendly
A cup of tea without some grains of sugar, bitter and foul
A pool without some water, dry and boring
A good ride on a bad untilled road, rough and uninteresting
The earth without some drops of rain, a honeymoon in Sahara desert
But how come with the great number of women on planet earth
We still live to cry as a reggae legend sang “no woman no cry”
It is because they permit evil as much as they permit good
Gullible and instrumental in the hand of the wicked ones
Ugly and nice, beautiful and dangerous
Cunning like a serpent, deceitful like chameleon
Holy but a liar, having a form of godliness but highly ungodly
Lovely like a white puppy, sweet like bees honey
Women control men while the men rule the world.
Do you remember
When the moon
Danced with sun
On an early spring morning
When we use to rise
Like eagles in the sky
When we skipped
Like an otter in the sea
Multiplied in the fields
As we walked
Hand in hand to school
Little sister do you remember
Personally, we clash because we want to be different.
We have a chip on our shoulders as individuals.
We want to be innate; in which one must be the greater person.
Personally, we confront each other about dumb things when it is not business structured.
Our conflict becomes that of jealousy.
Non-bias to gender this is which cause differentiation.
We are the people of the cosmos.
Our brotherly and sisterly love is what unites us.
Let us learn each other through the structure formed and join for a greater focus.
The reality of today states life is a place in time.
Formed by animal and by humankind, our living determines our destinies.
A common cause unites!
We are all God’s people.
We must bond in some shape, form, or fashion.
This is for certain and ascertains a more meaningful existence.
Our personality clashes should not stop us as individuals.
The multitude is what matters and we are in that configuration.
Inasmuch, integrity integrates.
Amour-proper allows us to become more diverse.
A greater determination brings forth application.
Therefore, we must concentrate within these thoughts.
Our single-mindedness plus our constructive efforts manifests destiny.
This is our world our universe.
Let us not asunder.
MAY OUR WILL BE DONE!
Sponsor Chris D. Aechtner
Contest Name Anything Goes
Entry Date March 08, 2014
~Please read About This Poem~
The man made his way through the deep underbrush
The snow pelted against his face and thick fur coat
The forest quickly turned from brown to white
Snow kept on at a steady pace and he had to move
Or be caught in the raging storm that blew
He knew that as long as he kept moving
He would survive on his trek to the valley below
The snow mounted into banks quickly
Each step became more labored than the one before
The path became slippery on the downward slops
the steady pace slowed to almost a crawl.
The once clearly laid out path now
became invisible, he must pick up the pace
It was no place to be caught on the mountain slopes
during a blowing snow storm.
As he continued his trek he only hoped
that he was headed in the right direction.
For the blinding snow hid all from his sight
As the cold began to seep into his body
his fingers and feet no longer could be felt
Yet, he pushed on knowing that if he stopped
he would be frozen or fall asleep.
He pushed on and came to the bottom of the
mountain just before dusk.
His determination kept him going and thoughts
of his family remained clear in his mind.
He had made it home and counted himself lucky
to be alive for outside the storm still raged.
Early surprise snow storms can catch a person unaware
And he counted himself as one very lucky man.
My Sister when I was about 8 1/2, I am 38 now, passed away but before she did, she told
everyone this... "I am going to be Ok, and will be with God... I will get a new pair of lungs and
some wings to fly with Him in Heaven, and I will be His little princess..." On the day she
passed, in the midst of the dust floating in the room. Rays of light shown through that morning
right on her on her bed, covering her, and I truly believe that God came and picked her up
personally Himself that day, and carried her off to Heaven with Him...
Precious on her last litter had a kitten that looked, and I mean looked dead on herself... So
we named her Princes... She was the most crazy cat I have ever known... and had an air
about her that said to all... "Hey!" Look at me!" "I am a Princess" ... She was so very proud of
herself for this, but never neglected her Mother's way, and was never disloyal to the family...
She always loved to play with us and her Mother (Chasing her around the house, daring her,
and reminding her to play), because I believe this... She was just crazy about life... "Just
crazy about it, and as grateful as her mother, and my SIster," because though my Sister,
though she was very spirited about her condition. She still desired to live her life just like
another child her age would, and would carry this burden from time to time, as it would come
to the surface, and make her blue, the fact that in reality, she could not... So princes would
just fly around the house like a whirlwind, and would always come to land in someone's lap,
or arms or beside you in bed purring or at the foot of someone's bed at the end of the day,
and would awaken as lively and in a dead run, to do it all again the next day... We loved her
dearly too... because of her adoring for her life itself... and the energy that she put into
enjoying it... Because she too, had lost her little brother, a few hours after he was born...
She too reminds me of my Sister Tina, in this way... That life is sometimes a struggle, but is
always evolving and always comes back to itself in time, and is always turning full circle...
and is forever advancing towards all in gratitude... and exists and moves abundantly, within
itself and lives for this one passion...
No one really knows
The True Mr. Right or the true Mr. Wrong
They all come singing, the same sad song
Her dad once told her Mr. Right
Will choose the right path to God
Mr. Wrong would lie, cheat
Make your head go round and round
Mr. Right would have dignity and pride
Mr. Wrong, false promises then hide
Ever hear Trini Mr. right or a Trini Mr. Wrong?
Full ah ma-ma-guy, fake smile...man be gone
Remember, be careful choosing Mr. Right
Be fearful of Mr. Wrong
And analyze all, their sad songs...
©Copyright November 1, 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Poet: Sparkle Jordan
My sister remember there is
No Wasted Time.. All Of Our
Time On Earth Affords Us The
Opportunity To Grow.. To
Thrive.. We Are Spirits On
Earth Having A Human
Experience.. Always Learning..
Always Loving.. Always
Thanking God For Our Time.. I
Love You.. God Loves You.. I
Believe In You.. God Believes
In You.. Believe In Yourself..
Forgive Others.. Forgive
Yourself.. Be Happy & At
I was born into a family that had their own struggle, and struggled through my early years and
the majority, of my adulthood... My mom, loving but fighting her own conditions passed away
when I was 10, in 1980, and my father had his own struggle with the drink, but then I met these
3 wonderful people, and I got Married. Into this wonderful family when I was about 29... My wife
had from a previous marriage, that had had its own struggles, 2 glorious and beautiful children...
and we always thought and willed to embrace each other and God love and life... We are apart
now, but are still open to this idea with one another...
We had a kitten that eventually had 3 litters of kittens, that my daughter brought home for us
one day... This little kitten, she was so adorable I felt, and I believed to be so truly precious and
needy and lonely and vulnerable and weak, but she walked right up to me and gave me this
gentle welcome of a weary meow... (She could barely walk up to me at the time, or even talk,
but gave it her all to embrace me with her life just the same...).
The people that owned her, we found out had had their own struggles, and just abandoned her,
and a survivor, and one of Gods precious creations, she was brought to us, and we nursed her
back to health, and she ended up giving us so much joy, and lessons of love...
Her eyes amused me, slices of January that held April tightly....
she could rain in snow, drop from upside-down skies, and we held tightly to the tears that
only appeared on the opposite side of closet doors as we marked our claim on unusual with
hand prints that never saw the sun.
Two days could have passed underneath us before we blinked, my windows whispered glorious
promises but we kept them closed for safety, for the opposition of who we could be, and
she knew the secret of every season, she knew how to laugh when bedroom doors...
I drew her behind the mirror and we created October across December stars, we became
disobedient underneath the glorious names we sang that night for lips speak magic when
they pretend to lie and dishonesty was but a kiss away from sunrise.
Time stung me come August, come March, come the age of thirty-two, her eyes had been shut
for years now and she sunk beneath flowers I am positive would be beautiful enough to
photograph had I the courage to glance, but my feet have never crossed the grass that
blankets her and roots her promises...
tangled beneath tomorrow with a tight grasp on yesterday, and I wonder if the days have
yet to fade the color of her hair.
It rained in January when I existed miles away, teardrops of memories that fell as softly
as the whispers of her name, I closed the bedroom door tightly and listened intensely for
the echoes of dishonesty, for she remained there, somewhere, behind mirrors that painted
her and the lies that bit my tongue, that reassured me...
our hand prints would hide from summer...
covered in ice-cream secrets that screamed her pain from a smile, from a foolish wish that
spoke us inseparable.
Her eyes, blue as October, slapped me, that day, as they painted themselves the secrets
girls are never supposed to witness, as they refused to allow April to fall but declared
with the beauty that she
could never see.
She reminded me of my Sister Tina... She had been adopted by a Christian Minister and her
family, as we all eventually were, each separately adopted... who lived life to the fullest of
faith. As they adopted so many children that had their own particular needs for love, and had
had their struggle themselves with their own desire for it... Tina had a rare lung disorder, a
form of Emphysema, and passed away at 6 1/2 years of age... But was as grateful for life as
I feel a person could aspire to be... Every time she was asked "Tina" How are you feeling
today?" She would fight, and I mean with all of her love for life to say... "I am just fine today,
and how are you yourself today?" And she would talk with them for a time. She could barely
even speak most of the time, and was in a wheel chair and on oxygen for the majority of her
life, but she wanted people to know still that her life was wonderful... and was still concerned
about another's day... She new that with God, she was well taken care of, and wanted the
world to know this too... "I have always found this to be the most precious and endearing
thing, among the very many things about her... and so the kitten that my daughter brought
home for us could barely meow, and welcomed life and struggled to embrace it even though
hers was distraught at the time...
We kept her, and loved her greatly, and intently for this one reason... and every time
someone was not feeling well, she would lay by their side or on there chest, upon their heart,
and would stay there purring until they were well...
A peculiar side note about her... My wife read the bible every day, and left it on our bed...
and every time Precious was in labor, she would lay on that bible, and "I believe" Be praying
to God for us and her new kittens that were on the way... That their life would bring a new life
of this kind to another's, and so I find that she reminded me of my Sister Tina... in so many
ways... because she was always grateful for life, and another's life, loved God, and moved to
show it in all her ways, and I always found that the name that we gave her "Precious". Was
the most fitting and adoring and endearing name that we could have given her... Because this
is what she, like my little Sister, was to all of us, and to everyone she came in contact with,
and who came in contact with her... .