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sheila lives in more than one world

Sheila lives in more than one world, traveling with delight
Yesterday she was in the Orient, flying a gorgeous Japanese kite
Today she traveled down the Amazon, petting black pumas on her way
An avid reader, Sheila journeys a new world, each and every day

Every book she opens is a potential notch off her bucket list.
Today a faerie castle popped out in a lovely lavender mist.
Sheila learns more in her chair than most travelers know to do.
She has been around the world many times, maybe twenty-two.

the spoon is the wise one

the fork thought the knife and spoon were against her
A conspiracy was in the works, their mission impure
She used her ring finger and accused them of a conspiracy
The spoon pointedly ignored her and stirred up his green tea

The knife was not as wise as the spoon and argued most of the day
It seemed to give them satisfaction said the spoon named Gray.
They are used to arguing, it is their way to be romantic he thought.
He had heard his parents scraping and hissing since he was a tot.

overfed rooster

overfed rooster had a harem of eight little hens
they brought his feed, as he sat on his whims
fattened him up, so that he started to look like a hulk.
He demanded cranberry juice, and they brought it in bulk

It is their fault I am getting bigger he told the goat next door.
They are always bringing me tasty goodies to store.
I spend my afternoons lying around in bed with a snore.
How much more can I eat? I am as wide as a door.

September 9th

(Voices of Galileo & Pythagoras)

On this day—
September 9th, 2025,
an echo rose from the ninth portal of the universe.

Galileo spoke:
"Mathematics is the language
with which God has written the universe."

The proof was everywhere—
the ninth month,
the ninth day,
the year 2025
folding into the number 9.

A trinity appeared:
999.
And when I added 9 + 9 + 9 = 27—
it fell again to 9.

A cycle completed.
A circle closed.

Galileo’s voice trembled:
"This happens once in nine years.
The world has finished one chapter—
and now, it begins another."

I asked—
“What does this cycle mean for humanity?”

He answered:
"Nine is compassion.
Nine is wisdom.
Nine is completion—
and awakening.
It calls the soul to service,
to live for the greater good."

Then Pythagoras appeared,
his face burning with sorrow and light:
"The world was in meditation—
now it awakens.
The true hearts of compassion
will rise for humanity’s sake."

We raised our eyes to the stars.
They shimmered as if lifting glasses with us.

And we whispered:
“September 9th, 2025—
the day of 999.
A cycle ends.
A cycle begins.
Cheers.

Bragging Charlotte

Charlotte the fancy hippo put on airs all the time
her clock was better than most, it had a lovely chime
She had the fanciest laces on her pantaloons, for sure.
Charlotte confided that she had sweet smelling manure

Some believed her but others knew much better.
We had smelled her gas through her jeans and sweater.
Today she is on a swing bragging it is the best around.
Some of us are hoping it breaks and she ends up on the ground.

A Reason for Seasons

A reason for Seasons,

All things have their season, everything happens for a reason,
Existence is teasing us,
Pleasing us in return, 
Our flame continues to burn, 
As we turn into the experience,
Taking chance after chance,
Growing into a dance,
A romance with life,
Fighting for flight,
Shining bright,
Fruits hold on tight,
Excited for the harvest,
Only when it's ripist,
Will it taste the best,
The beating in your chest,
Experiences the rest,
As you test the waters,
Tasting the wonders,
A roar thunders through the realm,
Awareness at the helm,
Awakening earths element,
You are what I meant,
Walking the firmament,
Lying dormant,
Wondering where it went,
The reason you were sent,
A changing environment,
Soon to be forgotten, 
As the rest of the fruit lies rotten,
Feeling downtrodden,
Pushed to the end,
Until life sends a spark,
Lifting us from the dark, 
To embark on a new season,
A reason for being,
Seeing love in everything,
Singing for all to see,
The new growth on your tree.

Thanx for the spark Soulsters?

Have a beautiful day

honey bee house

Would you be willing to have a honey bee house?
My cousin said yes to this.
bees could choose a plethora of flowers in her yard
Acres of flowers
she has only seen one honey bee near them
But many yellow and black bumblebees
Are the bumblebees bullies? Thugs?
The honeybees stay close to their bee house
It is curious
I will transmogrify into a bee and find out

B Tongue Twister

bragging, boasting, brainy Barney Blithe brought buxom Betty Brown
braised, boiled, baloney. Beaming Betty Brown bestowed baked berry
baklava on Barney, besting bragging, boasting, brainy Barney Blithe.

she is my cousin

maybe she has a mental illness, he suggested
I cannot discuss her with you, I told him.
She is not your cousin, you do not realize.
She has been through such trauma.
More than most have at fifteen.

She might be a scorpion,
lashing out, twisting her tail, stinging people
but she is my cousin, my scorpion.
I will defend her now and forever
for I know her other sides.

There are many.
She can be empathetic, kind and loving.
She has a tender heart.
This is why she lashes out first,
So she will not get hurt again.

The Observers

Just outside your awareness, 
Lies a place lost to our embrace.
Many energies and entities play chase,
Right in front of our face.
While we brace for impact, 
Attracted to the boundaries,
We smack into the walls. 
As destiny calls,
We're getting stronger every fall.
Other dimensions watching it all, 
Observing each motion,
Within this ocean of energy.
Higher entities watch over our species,
As we pick up the pieces,
Of our long lost history.

2019

None of the guys
ever asked me out
they teased me
or just froze me out

I wasn’t stuck up
I was shy
I came from China
that is why

I didn’t know the styles and trends
or even where I should begin
there wasn’t much that I could say
I never talked much anyway..

so I sat there
and read

I was an incredibly
epic fail

To all the guys
who called me names
that tagged my locker
and tried to shame me

I wasn’t snooty
I was shy
I’d just come from China
that’s the why

I didn’t know the styles and trends
that let a new girl fit in
I’d never even used the Internet
I was as lost-in sauce as a girl gets..

so I sat there
and read

Which eventually
got me into Yale.
.
.
Songs for this:
Conversation by X-Cetra
Simply Couldn't Care by Tracey Thorn
Human Behaviour by Björk
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*A poem from 9th grade (2019)
** We’d moved back stateside from China so I could have a ‘normal’ high school.
*** I just added the last two lines

Teen Magazine 1969

teen magazine came out in the late sixties
my mother bought it for my sister and I
every cover featured a blonde girl with blue eyes
she looked l like she surfed in California

Inside there were ads, ads, ads, ads, ads and ads.
It was a slick magazine with lots of glossy pages.
the items they sold looked enticing and necessary.
We did not have the money to buy any of this.

There were a couple of stories, and maybe a comic or two.
But the ads were the kicker.
They showed us things we never hoped to be able to purchase.
After a while, we lost our enthusiasm for this magazine.

frog musician

the trombone had never been more appreciated or loved
frog dressed up in his best striped pants, his hands well gloved
took the instrument to the bog and began to play a merry tune
the evening was lightened by the brilliant light of the harvest moon

kinfolk had no idea how talented he was, their relative, Chay
his own mother was stunned at his ability; she met a new son that day
He did not stop at the trombone, he learned to play drums and the strings.
Then he ran off to Arkansas to play with an orchestra, in Hot Springs.

A Psychedelic Group with Philosophical Lyrics

welcome to Pink Floyd and welcome to the machine
behold the temple of light, and don’t be mean
A psychedelic group, so readily enjoyed and seen
Philosophical lyrics, a rival of Freddie and Queen

Comfortably numb, sit back and enjoy the show
Goodbye blue sky, this concert is the way to go
Pigs on the wing are traveling down the aisle
Another brick in the wall, to make me smile

Coming back to life, on the turning away
Shine on your crazy diamond, you make my day
Sonic experiments are enjoying a revival here
eyes to the pearls, come sit over here.

Flesh

*Flesh* by Blossom Monyei
Is it our fault as human beings?
We were given flesh.
Obeying its commands.
We drown in the consequences of our sins.

Even as we strive to pay no heed to our flesh.
We're pulled for it to be satisfied,
Pressured by our peers to enjoy.
We compromise and satisfy our hungry flesh.

Flesh of bottles,
Flesh of greediness,
Flesh of lust,
Flesh of worldliness.

Trials and temptations we can't skip,
It's like walking through a hallway filled with devilish hypnosis,
Pulling, pulling to satisfy our hungry flesh,
How'd we walk without being hypnotized?

Take away this flesh,
It weakens our faith,
We aren't strong enough.
So everytime we fall.

Copyright ©? Blossom Monyei, the bleeding Pen. 8/31/25.

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