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the sun bakes me
there is no shade in sight
time is going by very slowly
all i have in my name is me
the insects hunting in the grass and in the air are better off than me
there are no hiding places anymore
nevertheless i find a corner to myself in this overcrowded world
the rain awakes me
there is no shelter to remedy my plight
my inner feelings are very lowly
all i have in my name is me
the overpopulated squirrels and the stray cats roaming are better off than me
there are no friendly faces anymore
nevertheless i find a small crevice to myself where i can become dry and unfurled
If love delays any longer,
and I make up exscuses
to commit myself and settle down,
this name will not be carried on.
Gray, brittle hair to a hide a face of shame;
hands with brown spots to show my age...
face drowned in worries...that I could have prevented.
Feeling death before it comes,
makes every tomorrow bleak,
days will be lived without scope,
just living them as they had no meaning,
fearfully waiting for darkness to come...
and cuddle up in a blanked that hides moonlight;
no kisses tasting like petals of roses to leave their sweetness.
If love delays any longer,
I'll have no one to embrace,
to tell my feelings with trust;
anything I will do will be worthless.
Built castles will tumble down and disappear
in an ocean that has seen only tragedies;
tears and screams will avail to nothing, I'll be a forgotten being.
Staring through a rain-pelted window,
couples rush to get inside and watch it
with delightful eyes to appreciate and admire
what Heaven sends down for an abundant season...
with cries of babies being born from wombs
of young mothers, who thank their Creator with prayers;
my last wish is that some will also be mine and call me father.
I am told; one day I will become a woman
I need to prepare for when that day will come
When someone will take my hand and care for me
Having a family of my own, in charge of running a home
I have other views of the woman I want to be
My preparations for my future I will take on my own
Women are not allowed to take the man’s role
But I will challenge the role of a man and will take no crumbs
I refuse to be the symbolic weak woman
Expected to fulfill three roles:
“Mother, housekeeper, and worker”
With few choices, no rights, and controlled by a man
Goals I will break with an education and a respected job
Remaining a single woman!
I will challenge anyone in the community
Who come to ridiculed, shun, and pitied me
The pen is mightier than the sword
And therefore I will gain freedom
With an education and a respected job
My preparations for my future, I will take on my own
1/8/2016
At any moment, looking at the world, we don't notice the love that flows secretly,
Like an unseen river winding through the valley of our days,
Gentleness, a whisper of wind caressing the leaves,
Faith, a glimmer of a star illuminating the darkness of silence.
They are virtues, you might say, but they are more than words;
They are crumbs of eternity that revive us,
And we get lost in the snares of our senses, blinded by appearances,
Searching for the inner man, hidden in his depths.
Isn't it necessary to delve into the layers,
To know his small personality, his heart,
The soul that shines like a diamond in the night of our existence,
To discover those things that make him unique, priceless?
When we unravel these mysteries, we begin to understand him,
To love him, as we love a rare flower in the desert of life,
The small things give value to life and to man,
They are divine gifts, received from the unseen hand of the Creator.
It is as if you open an old, dusty book,
Each page bearing the marks of an untold story,
And in those stories, you find simple truths,
That weave into the fabric of our destiny.
Received as a gift from God,
These seemingly insignificant things
Are the golden threads that weave the tapestry of life,
And show us that, in every moment, looking at the world,
We can find love, gentleness, and faith hidden in the details.
These weak attempts at verse could not be droller.
Your stuff is less inviting than ebola
(but not as catchy). Wordier than Emil Zola,
you haven’t got the steam to be a roller.
I’ve seen more cutting-edge in Pepsi-Cola.
You clearly honed your style in Fuengirola.
About as challenging as last year’s “¡Hola!”
(I’m sure you’re highly thought of in Angola.)
But that aside, I need a favour, mate.
The flood of would-be Shakespeares is in spate.
I’d like you to review – that is, donate
your time and talent (at the going-rate,
which happens to be zero.) Desecrate
the pricks who prattle, and the prigs who prate.
Denounce, detract. Indulge that gelding hate
that wells in all of us. The cut-off date
is looming, so get hacking. Don’t be late!
In the untraversed kingdom, where joy transcends any experience,
Your eyes are sanctuaries of unshakable silence:
In your fragility, an entire world hides,
A world I cannot touch, for it lies near my heart.
Every look of yours, a key that unlocks
My inner labyrinth, closed like a clenched fist,
You, with grace, unfold my being, petal by petal,
Like Spring revealing, in secrecy, its first flower.
If in your desire lies my closure,
My life and essence will seal in a sublime closure,
Sudden, like the heart of the flower dreaming
Of the snow's whiteness embracing the world with delicacy.
No mystery in this universe can equal
The power of your radiant fragility, whose thread
Draws me into the vortex of its colors,
Reviving eternity and infinity with every breath of life.
I do not know the enigma that closes and opens you;
Only my soul responds to the call
Of your eyes' voice, deeper than any rose field,
Nobody, not even the rain, has such finesse and mastery.
Thus, in this journey to the hidden kingdom,
Where love and mystery intertwine in an eternal dance,
My soul opens under your gaze,
Discovering that in your silence lies the eternal echo,
A music of existence that resonates beyond any boundary,
In a world where every gesture, every breath, is a gate
To the heart of the universe, where love is the language of angels,
And where we, mortals, learn to sing in the immortal choir of creation.
Sometime comes once in a while,
Anytime can come to anyone at any time.
All time is with you always,
Every time is what you have every time.
Sometime is your casual being
All time is our life time, life span.
If you feel you have time, then you will have all time for you.
And perceive you don’t have time, then you can have no time.
If you are conscientious every time, then your all time is always every time.
Everyone has the same time for the day, week, month and the year,
Everyone has the same time till your Last time
Life time does not go with your time calculus.
As your life time does not align with others’ time
It can be anytime for anyone to pass away any time.
All time is with the All Pervasive
Sometime is with you, the Human.
Anytime is for all-both you and for all, but not for Him.
He is the embodiment of Time, all Times.
He cognizes all the times and no time, and is time with no time, Zero time.
Anytime good time can come to you anytime.
Anytime does not come to you every time.
So that sometime you may make time for all time for you.
What do you prefer for you: Sometime, All time, Every time, Any time or no time?
You may say, “Any time is fine, but good time must come”
Good time can come for some sometime and at any time,
But not at every time and all time.
Manage your time so that you can be illusive to no time.
And have your real time in the current time.
We don’t talk about time present, time past and time future
For these times are the time we travel, lived, living and will live through.
All the three times are affected by the times we have been timing about.
Because Times, Sometime, All time, Every time and Any time can come within no time
And pale away with in no time
For we are moved, swayed away by Time through Time.
What time you would like to live at this current time?
1 Peter 1 7-9
These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
For you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
For this is available in this moment when God dwells within, we are walking in death until the seed of Jesus is resurrected within one to mold and purify one into a Child of God. : )
In this world living so closed up
all of our being has turned the key
most often a double lock at times
we don’t want anyone get in to see
Hiding ourselves in from prying eyes
refusing even one to have a peek
so afraid of what others think
sometimes must think we’re a real freak
Open right up what’s to hide?
let others in show them you’re real
nothing freakish is to be seen
for in fact we may be the real deal
Living without any doors at all
now there’s quite a awesome thought
leave everything completely open
giving yourself up nothing to be caught
Surprised you may be to your next step
no calamity occurs just love to accept
now everyone can see you all bare
and you know what you owe no debt!
Not Just Any Rainbow
By Franklin Price
1/24/2019
Was not just any rainbow
Where I drove my car today
You may or may not believe
What I am about to say
Was driving on I-40
It was raining down on me
I came around the mountain
There a rainbow I did see
Just about a mile ahead
Spectrum colors clear and plain
Spanned the sky from left to right
It had touched down in my lane
Sure that it would move away
As the ground beneath me flew
Still was there as I drew close
Drove right through from red to blue
Did not see a leprechaun
Nor a gleaming pot of gold
Recalled the Noah story
From the Bible that was told
Earth will never flood again
Where the waters cover all
My rainbows will remind you
When the rains begin to fall
I felt that God was with me
As I traveled that left end
Felt He was reminding me
He would always be my friend
His hand was on my shoulder
As I traveled through the prism
There can never be for me
Belief in atheism