Blossom Monyei is a poet, potentially from Liberia, as indicated by references to the Liberia Poetry Association and poems published within Facebook groups for spoken word and poetry according to All Poetry and Facebook groups. he has written poems like "Faded", "The Distance Peaks of love", and "Unshaken". One of his poems, "Sin," is available on All Poetry according to All Poetry.
Here's what is known about his work based on the provided search results:
"Faded": A poem that explores themes of value and loneliness, particularly in the context of success.
"The Distance Peaks of love": A poem that depicts a love interest separated by a great distance.
"Sin": A poem that reflects on struggles with faith and temptation.
"Unshaken": Another poem by Blossom Monyei, suggesting a theme of resilience.
"Liberia Poetry Association": The phrase "Liberia Poetry Association" appears in the context of the poem "Sin," indicating a possible connection to the Liberian literary community.
"Blossom Monyei - poet at allpoetry"
I was speaking to a friend
She said nothing had changed
But her eyes revealed
That nothing was the same
I stood looking at my friend
I had known since just a child
She indicated with her hand
That we should sit for a while
I was sitting with the friend
Who had stood by me through thick and thin
I tried to dismiss my feelings
But misgivings pushed their way up again
I felt anxious for this friend
Who had gifted me her heart
It was a lifelong friendship
That could not be torn apart
I respected the silence of a friend
A sibling from a different place
Regardless of the voiceless dilemma
Our friendship would survive unconquered and safe
Imaginative idealists, Inez, Ian and Inkwell Ida
Illustrious industrious iguanas from Fiji Fida
Invited intelligent Ivan to invest in indigo ink in coveted China
Industries in Indiana, Iowa, Illinois and Idaho
Indicated to Inez, Ian and Ida this was the way to go
Informing ideal initial investors from Froffits
To imagine their insane ideas initiating profits
No screeching seagulls circled around
The dilapidated forlorn lighthouse.
Its searchlight had long been broken,
A useless artifice for safety
Of ships that plied the ocean near.
The absence of seagulls indicated
A severe storm was brewing fast.
The sky all around was sepulchral and dark.
All heavy with rain that began to fall
Slowly at first, then gaining fierce force.
A wanton wind rose in a wayward way,
Wailing as if in the throes of death.
Or perhaps these were more deadly echoes
Of drowned sailors that died near the shore.
One can only pray for the loved ones
Gone forever ne’er to return.
How cruel of man not to repair the lighthouse.
The wails of drowned sailors lay heavily on them
Their lack of interest in the common good was dreadful.
Poor sailors died in vain but they were heroes.
They suffered but will not be forgotten.
The lighthouse became a poignant symbol
Of their unwavering bravery and courage.
Placed 1
In the morning as I sit and watch you lay,
in what seems to be a playful bliss.
My attention is quickly taken by your milky white skin.
Caressed by lotions and perfumed by oil.
Forever young you have stayed.
And what seems to be angel dust, gleaming like fireflies in the sunlight
shines through the window and settles softly against the nape of your neck.
You move. Slightly so, but enough so what once covered your
lower back gently slips away.
As if undisturbed by time, your curvature would indicated the
absence of children.
You awake. With an inviting smile and a look familiar enough
not having to use words, I move in.....
in run the children.
It's not always easy to untighten a jar.
But for years, changing the oil in my car
Was like taking candy from a baby.
Or like showing respect to a lady.
But don't take 'easy' for granted,
Or you may someday live to regret it.
For example, take a look at what I did one time.
My auto's oil level indicated that it needed some.
No problem, because I had oil in the trunk. I thought.
So, I grabbed the gallon can of leftover oil, headed
for the hood, and poured the oil into the engine. I thought.
My car was more than a little upset with what I had done.
A senior moment or not, I was more than speechless.
I later discovered that the assumed oil was not really oil.
I thought to myself, "What on God's earth was I thinking?"
To my chagrin, my utter dismay, it was leftover anti-freeze.
I can't believe that I thought that.
From Sacramento to Indianapolis, she accompanied me
on the plane, ever reminding me that she was there.
She lived with me day and night for a year or more,
tightly holding my hands both physically and mentally.
Her presence was most pronounced in my hands; so much so,
that it was very difficult to tie my own shoes because of her.
She even encouraged me to refuse seeking medical attention,
suggesting it would be better to bare and embrace her.
TIME, she said, heals all wounds, especially ailments like mine.
She was right because none of my friends' remedies worked.
She insisted that many illnesses are helped by medication,
but in our modern world, most of us are 'over-medicated'.
Moreover, she indicated that in my case, without predicting
when, TIME would prove to be my best friend. Prior to meeting
Miss Pain, I had experienced bits and pieces of her presence here
and there, but never more intimately than in the year of 2012.
Are many questions that run through my mind.
Why does anyone want to do away with NATO?
Russia only represents 10% of world's GNP.
How are they having such a dynamic impact
on the world?
Should Trump be compared to Navalny?
Trump indicated that America is becoming a
Communist Country. How did he come to
that conclusion?
Do you think that we should be providing
Ukraine weapons and ammunition to
fight off Russia with?
Isn't Russia our and whole world's enemy?
Many poor business practices are taking
place in America? What can we do to
control and eradicate them?
when taking sample
was part of an example
enough and ample
God would always bless
help us straighten out this mess
result is success
when (while) (wet) weather was (would be) (may be) (really) warm
dark (gray) (wet) clouds had started (did begin) (would begin) to form
then would start (had started) (sky indicated) a storm
So how would you write this poem?
Close up, the lines appeared as a road map
for those seeking a route to their destination.
Igneous paths cut into the Earth's surface,
worn by centuries of wind, rain and asphalt.
Or meandering streams that are tributaries
to rivers searching for a means of escape
from levied boundaries into an open sea.
Observations of an analytical imagination.
Beneath the powerful lens of a microscope,
magnification indicated no vehicles traversing,
nor currents flowing within estuary banks.
Only striations archeologists find fascinating.
Mr Curveball was a drifter visiting from left field
Mr Curveball only stayed long enough to be a fleeting thought,
a brain sneeze, his presence often indicated by frowns,
robotic owls looking around, he was a head scratch,
fingers on a chin, occasionally rubbing slowly
invisibly introduced as a spaghetti of oddity until he moved on
- a man dressed as a question dressed as a man undressed
While vising relatives 2000 miles from home,
in no time at all I was placed in my comfort zone.
When served dessert with that taste of home,
I knew right away that I was where I belonged.
By 'Taste of home', I mean the home where I was born.
'Taste of home' is that flavor that you never forget
no matter where you presently live or have come to roam.
That taste remains whether you move to New York City or Rome.
The brand was completely new to me, but that taste
had 'back-home' roots and embraced me like a warm blanket.
After returning home, I searched for that brand without success
in the local market.
I later indicated to the relatives that I was glad that the
ice cream brand wasn't sold in my hometown,
because I would eat far too much of that awesome desert
and find myself gaining a hundred pounds.
The two flavors I enjoyed most were vanilla bean
and black walnut. Both of them had that heavenly
taste from above with a wicked temptation from far below.
so, you sit there and not just a thought but a revelation of utmost despair as an event appears in your life where you wish you had not, but you did and is involved-0h so deeply. and the tears just flow and fall and you cry-oh god what shall I do, don't worry, he'll come git Choo. misguided, bad decisions you have made more than once and nothing really got to you, but this one has taken you down, way down, don't worry he'll come git Choo..all your family and friends that support you-normally have not said but indicated-no can do..you stop listening and conversating with your eternal supporter one, just talk to me and I will come git Choo.
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Note.Underprivileged boys died who lived in slums..
I
Awed by God
Awe is good
For Holy God
Don't be scared
You'll be heard
II
Awed by God
My prayers flawed
Devotions without verses
Or His Words
Biblical living waters
Go before God
Fearlessly; reverentially awed
III
GREATEST IDEA YET
IF HUMANLY CREATED
A HEAVENLY FATHER
JESUS'S EARTHLY MOTHER
HE USED "ABBA"
INTIMACY INDICATED THEREBY
if only humans
Will go, quietly
To talk intimately
With the Universe
Though HUMANLY perverse
Barriers we'd traverse
Healed we converse
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