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 run with the wind,
past a couple of windsocks.
I see they sometimes droop,
sometimes stretched full,
indicating the speed of the wind
that thrusts forward my body,
helping the tired legs
stride at the pace of the wind.
My legs seem to wear windsocks,
so, I know my running speed.
Indicating indigo improvements
Juggling juicy jiggling Jello
Kibitzing kits and cats
Laboriously languishing lightly
Making marvelous maneuvers in word play
Written: May 28, 2025, for contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France
Quote: "If you come to visit my grave, my tomb will appear to dance."By Rumi
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Standing rocks that mimic megaliths rise,
Indicating where the eroding skull lies.
She was once a mother suckling with grace,
Now her bones swathed in clay, no embrace.
I was saddened to view this forlorn grave,
Infested by weeds that struggle to save.
The grass is dormant, giving way to seed,
In hushed sadness, I ponder and plead.
A father's shape, badly wrecked and torn,
His spirit, through rain and labor, had worn.
Typhus took a son, the hoped-for next,
There is no bloodline to rely on in a text.
A bright young daughter is now dead,
Struggling to deal with pregnancy dread.
Upon labor and loss, she faced searing harm,
Cradling in sorrow the one once so warm.
As we stroll through this calm cemetery, unwind,
Where mother, father, daughter, and son all lined.
Resting alone, with names engraved on stone,
I await and ponder when my body will be prone.
In traffic they go zooming in and out
not even indicating it at all.
When they make a lane change,
I Just want to shout,
“Just use your turn signal, you jerk.
One day you’ll hit somebody or a wall!”
God gave you a mind and soul, that are
strictly your own.
When you abandon them, to be one of
the crowd, a sure sign, you are not grown.
Yet, I see this each day, where approval
from others, is the golden prize.
Indicating, a most lonely child, lost, never
respecting, their own brain and body.
Pleasing others, by quieting their own true
rainbows of truth~ a terribly tragic story!
9/4/2024
@Panagiota Romios
Dense stone pins soft grass
indicating importance
giving gravitas
The escalator keeps descending;
Seemingly, it’s never-ending,
Taking riders deep into
The bowels of the earth.
Everyone around pretending
That they’re fine, of course, depending
On their circumstances and
Just what their time is worth.
When the platform’s reached, there’s waiting.
Scrolling signs are indicating
When the closest train will come –
That is, if you’re in luck.
Minutes tick by, generating
Lots more people congregating
But you’ve made your choice and now
It seems that you are stuck.
Finally, a revelation –
See the train approach the station.
As the doors glide open, people
Rush to get inside.
Find a seat or resignation
Will stay ‘til your destination.
Then at last you exit,
Having taken it in stride.
"It is so, so it is
I know way before
Deeper, deepest inside from above through and below
It is so, so it is
It is real, more than a feel
Is is so, so it is
Express agreement
Emphasized that so it’ true
Cause truth rest in truth
Stands above not beneath
All awe, intrusive agreement affirmation
"That’s the way it is,"
Or "that's what I heard too."
It is a way of acknowledging the statement
And indicating agreement with it
It is so, so it is
"It is so" is a phrase used to expressed agreement
And so to emphasize some things are true or certain.
"That’s the way it is,"
Or "that's what I heard too."
It is a way
of acknowledging the statement
Halleluiah,---
It is so, so it is
Halleluiah,---
It is so, so it is
It is so, so it is"
1/25/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I’ve never been patient or calm.
If someone were reading my palm,
The lines there to see
Would give clues about me
Indicating the need for a balm.
Just the slightest thing tests my restraint
And it’s not a nice picture I paint.
Yet that’s how my brain works;
It’s just one of my quirks.
Mellow, chill or laid-back I sure ain’t!
.
From toes unto nose's lip
alopesia
rrrrrr
there'z not
one
from the other
save
their romp
The breeze
It's free gift from the sea
their diaphanous wrap
mine -holic
Down mine sails went
az mine anchor
SPLASH
into the wet salt
az i
Mine eccentric
Stroke
stroke
stroke
off my went
afield the sea
hand in hand
unto theirn
bucholic
* bucholic; my 'Portmanteau' for, bucolic
and -holic < a suffix forming noun
indicating a person having an abnormal
desire for or dependence on, e.g. workaholic ;)
* pronounced: boo'k hol'ik
Big Blue, my Alaskan Malamute greeted my friend with a wide tail wag.
He ran back to the car, rolled down the window and yelled “Is this a gag?”
Are you afraid of dogs? I asked. I did not know that about you.
No, but I am afraid of whatever that thing is, he said, indicating Big Blue.
where's the beef?
Wendy's most famous advertisement that went viral
this ad disrespectfully put down other chain's hamburgers
Indicating their meat patties were small
soon a catch phrase for the 1984 Presidential election
makig fun of Gary Hart and Walter Mondale
Nashville songwriter DJ Coyote McCloud made it into a song
this catch phrase was "on fire" in the US for a long time
my children used it to poke fun of everything unlikeable to them.
this commercial was hilarious featuring an older lady Clara Peller
she had the perfect face and expression to pull it off
Do you want the door open or shut?
This is an administrator, asking me.
“It is up to her, “ I say, indicating the six-year-old.
She takes her time, making up her mind.
Loving the power.
Finally saying “leave it open a little bit.”
When the admin leaves, the child shuts the door.
Gives me a wide smile.
I smile back.
As we play with Play Dough she tells me her life story.
I ask if she has a grandmother, she does.
Where does she live?
You know that brown house with the red car?
I nod my head.
Because it is easier.
“If you see a man in skinny clothes going in there
And he looks like he is going to watch old people TV
That is my uncle.”
I ask what Old People TV is.
Black and white stuff.
I have been wanting to make you into Play Dough for a long time.
I remind her that we have just met.
I am going to make you into a sports girl, she says.
Here is your tummy.
I tell her I have a big one and she makes it bigger.
When I take her back to class she cannot stop hugging me.
No, it does not mean you are a good person.
Used mostly by totalitarian or Marxist regimes.
As they hide behind a nation’s iron curtains.
To forward their diabolical. illegal schemes.
Definition
Virtue signaling is the “popular “ modern habit of
indicating that one has virtue….merely by expressing
disgust or favor for certain political ideas or cultural
happenings.”
So when the government demands a mandate
People follow saying,“ see I am a good person!”
It has nothing to do with how you as a human rate,
Virtue is based on your goodness..precious mate.
6/6/2033
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