Love Is Meant to Shine
by Erica
Love — a feeling meant to be enjoyed,
not destroyed.
But love is hard and painful at the same time.
Only if you could be fully mine.
You say you are mine,
but it doesn’t feel like.
If I would share my feelings on a mic,
the mic would run for its life.
Love that tastes like lime.
Mhh… I guess I’m fine.
Only if we had enough time,
our love would be alive.
Love is meant to shine.
" My mother wanted me to be her wings, to fly as she was unable to. I love the fact that she wanted to give birth to her own wings. " -Erica Jong
Oh, your countenance in dawns graceful light
offers the imagination a lofty throne
an angel? goddess? not meant for human sight
yet, you are here beside me, alone
like rich, translucent cream with a ripe, fuzzy peach
Your face enticing my hands to reach
to gently brush shiny locks of hair away
putting every aspect of your beauty and grace on display
How long will I be allowed to behold my daughter this way?
Amanda is thirteen
Claims she wants to be an individualist
Has pink and purple hair because Monica does
Wears her shirts tied at the waist like Jacque
Has fake tattoo sleeves like Erica
Had to have sparkly pink boots like Meeme
We keep waiting for her individualism to appear
So far,
Nothing….
It has been a long wait,
Longer but reached
The battle that enemy started
Was nailed perpendicularly
With our lovely Princess!
Long, long ago!
A dream was conventional
To quench the burning stick
Nicknamed national quizzes
But resources and timing
Kicked away our fantasy
Though struggled enough
But never fought abundantly
Here came the princess
Erisinta her name
And said Dad don’t worry!
Leave the battle on me
No army is needed
I can conquer all alone
And sent the enemy far
Quash him to death
And that is what she did
A Princess of the Royal Ng’abokwa
A single-digit score,
With lower points than all,
Leveled Chibe and Chinga
Our SPS vanity
This is the real fight,
That my soul dreamed of,
Come and celebrate,
It is our culture to party,
Start mbeta all the way
The best of our tribe dances
Bigha Chimono bigha!
For if you stop dancing
Stones and sand shall!
Glorify our God,
For he has side our fight
Don’t forget the rituals
That bound us with grace
Praise the Almighty!
For His mercy and blessings
Have showered our canopy
Dedication to my Daughter Erica. 27-01-2025
I have found my reason why,
The thought of it makes me want to cry,
It wasn’t for the attention,
Or to keep me from leaving,
It is the pain and trauma,
I buried down under,
I have come to hate this time of year,
Feeling dry when it is near,
Scratching was a temporary thing,
I never deal with this pain,
Does this make me insane?
I know I need to set it free,
But my heart starts to bleed,
See January 19th is the day she left me,
This time of year I get lost in who she's supposed to be,
It is the last thing I have,
Because she took a different path,
I know I will see her again,
But the world took my bestfriend,
She couldn’t hold on,
But I still have to carry on?
I haven’t went and seen her in awhile,
I’ve been holding myself hostile,
She brought out the best in me,
Which no one gets to see,
She’d feel crappy,
If she knew I can’t find my happy,
But my love to her,
Losing it is my biggest fear,
Losing it is like losing all of her,
It’s been eight years,
And I still have nightmares,
I just need her right here.
In that late August morning
millions of eyes were crying
for the death of their king...
they longed for his voice that was beyond thrilling!
Elvis' life suddenly ended in an unexpected tragedy;
nobody can say it was folly!
A mourning widow held the small hand
of a daughter who didn't understand the grief;
her dad instilled in her the strong belief
that when a loved one dies, it's not goodbye:
if he had an impact on that life!
She heeded the message and followed
in his footsteps giving all she had:
wasn't Elvis proud, wasn't Elvis glad?
In that late August morning
two angelic wings carried Elvis' spirit to Heaven;
his lonely tombstone is adorned with weeping roses,
but no storm can shake his bones;
only memory echoes this joyful feeling,
" Elvis was a king with a humble crown!"
Which celebrity was mourned more than Elvis?
Sorrow grew deeper in all corners of America,
nobody shed more tears than Erica;
Lisa Marie and Priscilla held hands,
they had lost someone who was loved...
despite his mistakes and that's awfully sad!
Happy birthday, dear Erica,
I pray that you are free from harm;
I hope you're safe in your area,
With the help of God's loving arm.
Topic: Birthday of Erica Trinidad (March 11)
E-njoy
R-eading
I-nspiring
C-omposition
A-s
V-erse
A-bout
S-oothing
Q-uote
U-ses
E-normous
Z-est
Topic: Birthday of Erica Vasquez (October 22)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-xcitedly
R-ead
I-nspiring
C-omposition
A-bout
J-oyous
O-ccasion's
N-atal
G-reetings
Topic: Birthday of Poetess Erica Jong (March 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Loving others is my hope and compassion.
Helping and giving hope to someone else gives me satisfaction.
My heart is filled with love, and not one ounce of discrimination.
Being a role model to others is a huge one of my aspirations.
Caring for others is more important than my own well-being.
So breaking myself down to help others is worth me seeing.
I cover up my pain sometimes with self-destructive behaviors.
Due to all the let-down, even when I am deep in need, I hate to ask for favors.
I don’t dwell on life’s negativity, I continue to try and be optimistic.
I will never let myself or anyone else be any negative statistic.
I would give a roof over someone’s head, or clothes on their backs.
I won’t give up on you, even if self-confidence is what you lack.
Erica Berg 02/24/2020
E-xceptional
R-hyme
I-s
C-onstructed
A-s
T-he
R-emarkable
I-mpressive
N-otes
I-n
D-elight
A-re
D-esigned
Topic: Birthday of Erica Trinidad (March 11)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Greeting Angels
Caylee, are you listening?
I just wanted you to know
that we prayed that you’d get justice
but I guess it won’t be so.
And I wondered if you met Tesslynn
when you reached that heavenly shore
and was little Lattie waiting?
Lord there are so many more.
Noah, John, Luke and Paul
and little sister Mary Yates,
Adam, Amy, Nixmary and Amber;
only God could know their fates.
JonBenet’ and Riley Ann,
way too soon these children died.
Polly, Kelsey and Jessica;
oh Lord the tears I’ve cried.
Samantha, Austin and Justin,
Terrance, Erica and Lily too,
Liam, Cyrus and Javan,
Michael and Alex to name a few.
Caylee were they waiting
with the angels by their side?
And did Jesus hold you close
when you realized that you had died?
So many innocent children
abused and beaten and all alone.
Lord why didn’t anyone stop them,
hadn’t anybody known?
Lord help us to help the children,
help us to hear their cries,
before one more child is tortured,
before one more angel dies…
E-arly
R-ain
I-s
C-old
A-s
C-hill
A-nd
M-ist
A-re
C-learly
H-aving
O-peration
Topic: Birthday of Erica Camacho (August 13)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Avril lavigne didn,t get any awards , win Nora jones got seven from sum
Wackoe judging boards ! It makes it hard 4 avril , 2 let her colors show !
And after Blair witch two , wair did tristine skylar go ?
Sum people say , she,s hanging out with Erica Kane ,
Ime so glad she didn,t take ride on Peter tomarken,s aero plane !
Peter tomarken crashed his plane ! Bob Collins crashed his plane too !
Robert kenneddy crashed his plane . But Darryl Hannah made it thrue !...
I've never been a mean girl.
It's simply not my style.
But every fault I find in him,
Makes me want to smile.
I giggle when he flounders,
When he gets caught, in another lie
It makes my day so see him falter.
At first I wondered why.
When normally, this disgusts me,
It's sickening to my soul
This may portray me as a heartless B. . .
But there are a few things you should know.
If he wasn't such a tool,
And acknowledged his mistakes.
Instead of passing off the blame
Instead of being fake.
If I hadn't heard the awful things,
He says about us all at work.
Or talked, about my slain family.
If he wasn't such a jerk.
If he could go 5 minutes without lying.
Or trying to rope us in a con,
I wouldn't find glee in his failure
Deep down I know it's wrong.
I may feel some remorse for smiling
At all the hardships he must face.
And I would never have made it my mission
To put him in his place.
Erica Gould
8/29/2014
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