One in a million
Carried the weight of responsibility
One in a million
Devoted his life of morals
One in a million
Embraced her soul of sorrow
One in a million
Finished the game of vulnerability
If a million chickens
laid a million eggs,
they'd all jump up and down
on their two million legs;
just think of it: a million eggs,
a million whites and yolks
would make a mile long omelet
to feed a lot of folks.
A million graves
One life but too many
Rivers of tears flowing endlessly
A stench of death in the atmosphere
Can't you see,we are dying here!
Even though our eyes cry endless tear
Flies like bodies drop every minute
Glass like hearts are broken to pieces
Tired of reading these Rest in peaces'
As though stars are granting the devil's wishes
To let as rest in peace
The real tragedy is the death of the living
The ones who can't keep up with all this grieving
The families breaking
The breadwinners losing
One positive case
Ten children starving
A hundred families broken
A thousand sources of income closing
A million graves of people ,Just walking
Dead men walking ?????
A dozen rows of soldiers, friends, brothers, fathers, sons,
They dressed you up and sent you off, poised, positioned.
Everywhere you look, you gaze upon photocopies under one uniform:
Stripped of individuality
Welcome to the show,
here, we throw metal roses to the audience,
the corrupted sons of Eve, all dancing to percussion.
Backstage: the scent of death, blood and roasted almonds.
Final show, curtain closed
They wait for you, your memory fading, it's too late...
The petals of moonlight and shadows of dawn,
they started this mess, weapons drawn,
A dozen rows of soldiers, friends, brothers, fathers, sons
They slowly decreased:
A million,
two,
one...
Final bow, curtain close,
thank you for coming,
but where is the rose?
They performed well and i know you want more,
but i have to apologise
For there will be no encore...
Author Dana Redricks
October 28, 2024
You're one in a million, a rare gem to find, in a world full of noise, your voice is kind and you're a friend that is forever on my mind. Through valleys of struggle, you’ve wandered and grown, each challenge a chapter, with each hardship you've face just know you never walk alone.
Sometimes it takes a lifetime to find a friend so precious and true, to discover someone like you who reflects the best as you do. With laughter and courage, you light up the night, a spirit unbroken, a heart shining bright.
You’ve faced many battles, with courage and grace, wearing your trauma like a badge on your face.
Each scar tells a story, each wound a proud display of resilience and strength that seems to brighten the day.
So here’s to your journey, the paths that you tread, to the love that surrounds you, the dreams you’ve led. In the tapestry of life, you’re a thread woven tight, one in a million, a true friend, you seem to bring light to the darkest night.
Women are many in the world
Over billions and billions
Dark skinned and light skinned
Beautiful and ugly
Tall and short
Rich and poor
Young and old
But you are one in a million.
I have travelled to all continents
But I have seen none like you
I have gone to Asia
I have gone to Africa all over
I have gone to Europe
I have gone to all continents,
But I have found none like you.
The love you give me
The peace I feel when with you
The care you show m
The promises you always promise me
Possible and impossible
Can take me for the rest of my life
Because you are one of a kind
One in a million.
In the mortal realm, a million diseases lurk
Each one poised to kill a man
The ache of longing for distant dreams
Neglecting the near for a pitiful mirage
The boil of lust, yielding to flesh
Forsaking the path of chastity
The fever of impatience, rushing to doom
While salvation stands on a steep hill
Awaiting careful tread
In the mortal realm, a million diseases lie
Each one eager to claim a man
The irritating groin of procrastination
Slowing his journey to success
The strain of distraction, hampering his focus
The shivers of failure, halting his steps
In the mortal realm, a million diseases dwell
Yet man hopes to die
Of the bruises from fighting for what's right
Of burns from the flames of progress
On the journey to fulfillment
If he falters, if he fails
He hopes to die with his diseases vanquished
Not in surrender, but in battle to the end
Millions of men
Millionaires everywhere
Just trying my best
How ‘bout a kiss
To kill this headache
And another one
To turn aches opaque
Three,
Tells everything
Any language can't say
Do you love me?
Because that,
I'm warning you,
Takes a million kisses
If I could write for a million years.
Would I write big or small?
Would I take breaks?
Maybe a hundred year break here and there.
To gather new utensils.
To replenish my ideas.
Eventually, watching the sun burn out.
My friends and family would be memories.
There would be no more crossroads.
Or conflict.
Or love.
Just stars.
Watching the comets pass.
And writing about the sounds they make.
Touch my soul, feel thoughts flowing soft across my heart, this poet of a million thoughts.
I come to you in many ways, through simple expression, understanding, notes written in dreams, awaken I write, till again I sleep in the silence essence of love sweetness, to awake and write again.
Poet of a million thoughts to bring you inspiration when days sometimes are blue, and skies are darkened, I am here with you in written word.
Read me, feel me near, fear me not, I am here to comfort you, the poet of a million thoughts.
Within a binder, words are written, of a million thoughts, an endorphin releaser, like sitting on a cliff feeling the salty mist of the ocean across my brow.
Sweet music to mind, are a million thoughts that go on forever filling the emptiness that would not exist without this poet of a million thoughts.
Copyright © DerenaBree | Year Posted 2023(All rights reserved)
each pore of form a door
each cell represents the whole
Holy Spirit manifests as magnetism
soul becomes living light scriptures extol
a million suns illuminate our head ovoid
from a centreless fulcrum we expand
how can form contain the energy
yet before you, here we stand
You found me a broken soul
You didn’t need to know my past
You just lifted me and carried me away
Your gentle touch assured me I was safe
Your soothing voice was most comforting
Your tenderness was the validation of the
possibility I have a chance to make it
I couldn’t bring myself to look into your eyes
I was too afraid to open my eyes
In my confusion thoughts you were an Angel
Perhaps you’re here to take me up to Heaven
Away from the pain and ugliness that’s breaking me down to pieces
And in my broken heart I felt your spark of hope
You didn’t need to ask me for anything
Seeing and understanding who I was
You went about your way and cared for me
You healed me
You filled me with hope
You gave me a validation there’s much to live for
Now I can look into your eyes
My heart embraces you
I’m smiling for you
And
I suppose I owe you a million of thanks
Akkina
8/8/23
POTD 8/10/23
Hello poets, been a bit.
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communicating sacred experience
beyond LeftBrain EitHer/OrThoDox
1/0 co-empathic binary
pole/hole double-bind
full/empty NonZero CommUnification
BlackWhole Systemic
Indigenous Ecology
CoPassionate Biology
CoInvested Economy
CoOperative Psychology
BiCameral Win/Win Neurology
BiPartisan Paradox Theology
Trauma Prevention answers
Therapeutic BiLateral questions
as night
responds to light;
poverty
to power,
valleys
to mountains,
bottoms
to tops,
creolizing holons
to colonizing
polarizing pile ons.
Once I purchased a book about
Total Recall
It might be of
Re-cap-i–tulation
Rum-i-nation
Or glorious immigrant stories….
But I failed to reach even
a library spot…
Too high a ladder.
Your ablution will falsify
Your ebb and flood tides
In Between, O Bed-Win!
In MS-DOS!
Hodge Podge!
Just Because!
Reading
is a nutmeg , seals
ap-Pen-Di-x
It sits in Perth-e-Non
For no good reason, hypertension.
And I silenced the speaker
TBD Key note narrator.
To-get-her
In the kingdom of ladies’ purses
Courses, topics and item songs too.
Never found a Trace lagos
Other than the fact that
He, too is a fire-fighter
Who was a gifted
“The God of small things.”
Passed souls. Pious. Tranquil eyes.
O! I adore ex-IT!
Just because
Ed-it-Ed
Is in void.
Voided.
Ban-n-ed
In Banff.
Muslim clerics
Said
Supposedly
C0-ED
As If
Maw
In
Maw-Rita-nia
In Mahmoud Darwish’s life, Jaded.
Glory in Faded, dim-lit stone, enlighten-ed!
Anyone? Someone?
Ahoy mates!
Savior?
Reverie? Ben-Hur?
Is there anyone alive out there?
Can anyone hear me?
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