Rise up and communicate
rise up to love not hate
you have the power deep inside
to shine your light far and wide
Come together one and all
share the love, hear the call
the world around needs to heal
rise on up, help others deal
Rise up and recalibrate
rise on up, its not too late
you have the power deep inside
to share your love far and wide
Be the light you wish to see
clear the path for destiny
motivate don't hesitate
tell the past to close the gate
Rock bottom was hard, a real raw deal
but rise on up and take the wheel
strength in numbers helps you heal
so rise on up till love you feel
Yeh rise up and embrace the new
yeh rise up, the world needs you
plant those dreams in a row
be inspired and watch them grow
Rise Rise Rise and mesmerize
Rise Rise Rise lets energize
Rise rise rise
the world needs some healing light
yeh rise on up you'll be alright
Rise Rise Rise.
The fillet was supposed to be boneless
but it wasn't
It caught me off guard, midmeal.
Between bites of slaw and baked potato
It wedged in the top of my whiskered throat
there was the palest form of panic,
I swallowed hard a few times
swigged root beer
everyone's eyes grew wide
it finally dislodged after a few attempts
thank God perch bones are thin.
At times, the death of something loved
comes out of nowhere
from the cloudy depths
ruins the confidence
twists the heart into unrecognizable things
life is so very thin like perch bone dreams.
The skies weep tears of sorrow and pain,
On those who long to feel the warmth of sunshine's gain.
It's as if the heavens themselves conspire,
To test the hearts of those who most desire.
The rain falls hard, a relentless beat,
On souls who yearn for joy, but find only defeat.
Yet in the darkness, a spark remains,
A glimmer of hope, a light that still sustains.
For in the depths of sorrow, a strength is born,
A resilience that rises, like the morning dawn.
And though the rain may fall, and the winds may blow,
The sun will shine again, and the heart will glow.
So hold on tight, dear one, don't lose your way,
For the sun will shine brightest, after the rainiest day.
So they have decided,
It's come right from the top,
Governments reaction,
My benefits should stop,
They think that 2 years of grief is enough,
But no matter how hard a couples enough,
You've had a long spell of time to recharge,
And to be part of a workforce so to give it large,
To us you look normal,
Your physically fit,
No sign of a wheelchair it's time to commit,
You have no excuses,
We will give you a call,
Your stories no different,
It happens to us all,
I call you today,
After hours in fear,
Feeling so anxious,
And wiping a tear,
My nerves are all shot,
My grief is still strong,
Caring for 3 years,
And one day she's gone,
But in that 3 years,
I saw what cancer can do,
Eat you inside out,
As the tumour just grew,
Losing your dignity,
Morals and you,
Losing body functions,
What could I do,
I lost my own battle,
One I could not win from the start,
Now you say I've got through this,
You don't have a heart.
When might it have started? When did this whole thing start?
‘Beginning’ is too hard a concept, it is too natural a word,
It is too common a daily lifestyle that too many cross over it like
Butterflies in the midst of summer, like little waves in a pond of
Lily leaves.
Do you know how a leaf falls for Winter? Do you know something
Just similar to abscission in plants? Do you know how the clouds
Say ‘Hi’ to their neighbours?
Right now, the leaves are not fallen. The wind blows. And the leaf
Shakes. The leaf is tense. The leaf cannot see. It is a bit chilly.
So I would like to open what is a heart and what is an eye. Have
A light radiate through a slit, and warm the room and chambers
Inside.
In the depths of longing, I yearn to find,
A love that echoes, both heart and mind.
I wish I never answered the call of pain,
For now, I'm lost in love's uncertain terrain.
He made me fall hard, a tumultuous ride,
Yet in his gaze, I saw love's gentle tide.
But now I'm left to ponder, in silent dismay,
If my love for him is reciprocated in any way.
It's a bitter ache, this love unreturned,
A flame that flickers, with doubts unearned.
To love so deeply, yet unsure if it's true,
Leaves me wandering, lost in the residue.
But still, I cling to hope's fragile thread,
That true love awaits, just ahead.
May the path I walk lead me to thee,
My true love, where love flows freely.
So let me wander, let me roam,
In search of a love that feels like home.
For in the end, when the journey's through,
I'll find my true love, and it will be you.
By: Innantia Magcanya
Saturday was shopping then a walk Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
The artist’s canvas stretched ,a matri1
In a pet shop, a female cat fell in love with a male dog. The dog was so irate and said, "Stop licking me or I will eat you!" For many days the cat was crestfallen and silent. She said to herself that a dog can never fall in love with a cat.
One morning, the dog was choking from the food that he ate, and the cat rushed to him. Knowing that the veterinarian was not inside the shop, she went on top of the table and pushed hard a plastic bottle filled with water towards the dog's head. The dog was relieved after being hit by the water-filled bottle.
From that day forward, the dog loved the cat for what she has done for him. Unlike other animals inside the pet shop, it was only the cat that cared for him more than anybody or anything else.
A life spoken of too much
locks the museum door behind it.
If you write it all down
eyeballs will skate over the
rambling litter.
Many claim to have a book in them
one worth telling to all.
Nod and agree, then flee.
A life underdone is best,
not too hard a boiled egg -
softly does it.
Better to compose pure fiction
secretly weaving some truth of you
within.
Only the subdued liar,
the retrained boaster
can fake it all the way to the end
and make you want to read on.
Under do it if you want to be noticed,
over do it and you are undone!
It was Candy Girl, it was not me.
She is not so sweet, stings like a bee
Except if she likes you, then it is another game.
I call her Candy Girl because I have forgotten her name.
Wouldn’t it be okay to ask?
Would that be too hard a task?
I stared at the speaker as cool as can be.
Did you not hear? She does not like me.
Saturday was shopping then a walk Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
The artist’s canvas stretched ,a mat
Some times am aren't that person who
Understands much.
But the little understanding within me,
Boosts me feel like I understand the universe.
Both under and above.
Sometimes I stand high to shine,
For a little understanding within me.
Its so because I have never hard a sound
Of an applause.
Not even given an ear.
But why among all you.
You holding my hand,
Thinking a day will come and
I stand high.
Why all motivational words.
Why all inspirations.
For me.
Sometimes my eyes are blinded by
My own tears.
And your own hand shade my eyes, from
Daggers.
The flood of ma blood on your hand.
Keeps me moving , so that you no longer
Feel pain that's meant for me.
Pett Ezra Isaac.(Uganda)
If we were the shoes of a man in a blind rage
walking along the sidewalk
and kicking hard a small piece of stone
we'd leave his feet right away
thinking his heart is like a sort of dry dock,
saying "You're unbearably cruel" in a high tone
Why?
He may have felt
a sharp stab of disappointment
and been angry at himself
or somebody else
if so,
all what he does to us
and a small piece of stone
shows his true self
The word “pencil” comes from a latin word
Meaning “small ”, chuckled till my eyes blurred
Hilarious, riotous, rollicking
Reminds me of bedtime frolicking
Giggled so hard, a gigantic fart did occur
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
Saturday was shopping then a walk
Epping,Ongar,Finchingfield by car
Reading book reviews and chewing stalks
Buttercups and meadows,Henry Moore
Driving back from Chelmsford, cornfields flamed
Smoke and fire and earth, the sun dismayed
Farmers working hard, a harvest, grain
The sky through mist a cobalt blue displayed
Standon with its fords and wandering cows
Little rivers,Essex, flowing down
The Stort joins with the Lea,a gurglimg sound
Water for the Thames and mossy ground
The earth feels like my body sacrificed
An artist’s canvas stretched , a matricide
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