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Hey, My Beautiful One
As everyone says,
you are so beautiful,
As everyone knows,
you're greatly admired for your beauty
As everyone thinks,
you might get whatever
and whoever you wish
but no one - except me -
is an easy fish served on your dish
Believe it or not,
Beauty is a short period of time,
and please tell me what makes you think
the world goes around you and why
I suggest you
think it over and over
natural beauty on your face
is not a long-lasting cover
One day
when the time
for you to be over the hill
knocks on the door and
all you have today
seems like a distant dream,
Be sure
life you will have then may leave,
on your tongue,
a taste of sour cream
with a loud scream
At that time,
Attempt - if you like - to get your hair brush
and try to comb your hair
in front of the mirror
wishing to be as beautiful
as you once used to,
Who - except me - do you think
will care about you?
Over the years
your beauty will have faded
litle by little
and you will have become an old woman
with hair as white as snow
"Life is a river of no return", as you know
Oh, My Beautiful One
Of course, you have the right to do nothing
by sitting and waiting under the shade of your beauty
but never let your pride keep you from admitting the truth,
All of a sudden,
what you do not expect today is going to happen
Yes, when you have got to the point in your life
where you may have seen no one around you
Don't worry at all, My Beautiful One,
there will be someone
waiting to welcome you
I am certain
you can easily guess who
My heart reaches the destination of dimensions
near the cliff of face-paced thinkers.
The greetings were friendly because
grace was in the shadows of living!
So was the
supreme clouds that are God-given on earth changing
rainbow sky
Yes the hue was outstanding the colors demanding
Tore down
My earthly will my essences increased my face smiled
Then I woke up out of my dream to a new day
And
Stood
ln the middle of this many feelings toll foes
to stir my melodic tone of laughter a maidens call
At best revealing searching scores and woe.
frantic souls.
Time zones were made at the throne
on the side by the double doors
where the light shined brightly and me watching.
Battles-struggles attacks fought the truth
And
the tidal waves of fight or flight
for the womb of love and life came from the dirt
that leads to heaven and back to earth
to build a mighty fort.
To satisfy my lord my mate, my love my joy ecstasy rewards
Ring finger sang an out-of-this-world hand clap tones
but nothing seems to match
So I thought
When you stand in the middle of desire
it births desire you would think my mind said so?
When a man finds a wife am heard he finds his good thing
Now look at this image this is my fate
am always in the middle of others
look at this I be my birth 73
or more years ago in ancient times, it seems
When I the veil child emerged from my birth slumber
I was already three
My lord could not and did not find me.
So I went forth!
and this happens
- My Age- is more than seventy -three{73] years down here called earth
My leap-year birth is a mystery to me
My lord may be now either too old for my inside flame or too young to understand
my pain
So my dear reader's Mystery does unfold
were mystery stories are told but what funny
destiny for me but my friends work hard to keep me
feeling happy and free!
A lot of the time
Or in some cases
When a well be known to us
Some what familiar to us kind of person
Due to being in the public eye
Gets exposed
Or caught up in some
Kind of scandal or other
People seem to say
I can't believe it
I have seen them on television
They wouldn't or couldn't
Possibly have done that
Well personally it makes me think
That is probably the reason why
I may actually tend to believe it
Because people in the public eye
Are all such squeaky clean honorable people
Who have no skeletons in their vast closets
And wouldn't hesitate for a second to
Expose let alone tolerate any form of
wrong doing or deviant behavior
Back them up or have their back of
that was to be the case
And if you believe that ask yourself
How do you think you get those types
Of job's for the boys and mix in those circles
In the first place
If they thought for a single second
You weren't alike and could possibly
Rock the boat or upset the status quo
Dare I say tell or rat them out as well
If you yourself was to get caught out
They will put and turn the blame on you
In a cell at the end of a rope
So the truth will never come out
Or ever be discovered or unearthed
Believe it or not
Gets harder and harder to believe
What is in fact actually real
Or what is indeed fake anymore
You just can't tell
If brought to you via television
There are so many creatures in the animal world, both tame and wild, that survived for centuries.
Plants and trees are enclosed in the same picture where the strong and bold have reigned supreme.
When Science classified the existence of different identities and characteristics of various earthlings, the terms "flora" and "fauna" were coined. Plus "biota" in distinct regions and "biome" or ecosystem where all earthlings come and interact together.
The scientific names of land and water animals including the plant and tree names are all enclosed in the same capsule wherein humans are also named distinctly and characterized.
So what's the connection of the "tempered lily" on this page?... As humans, we can be like Victoria Amazonica under any weather condition or situation. Use your imagination if you still believe in fantasy and wyverns!
Long time ago, a group of small plants lived on land. And almost all of them only survived on dirt or soiled grounds. When wild animals roamed and conquered the earth and all plants never grew as trees for being consumed rapidly, land spirits or sprites of the ground thought of moving some plants from dirt to waters to protect and preserve the everlasting glory and beauty of nature. Land spirits or invisible ghosts are dependent on life's physical forms, that's why they cannot let the material structures around them to disappear. Only because of the modern Science and technology that the peaceful world of plants on soiled grounds are destroyed and vanished due to quarrying and human exploration. Displaced land spirits before they were totally driven away by time had the opportunity to shift or immigrate from dirt to waters. The giant water lily (Victoria Amazonica/Regia) that fascinated the human eyes is one plant that land spirits strengthened and tempered to prove to the World that there is strength in softness and resilience in chaos. No wonder, these lilies that you will find in the area of Yucuruchi and waters of Guyana are being carefully monitored and maintained by humans themselves. Believe it or not, these giant lilies are the safety abodes of the the same host spirits of the old natural world that the present time is still keeping!
Sound weird, isn't it?
There inside of me is a deep yearning,
One that has been forever burning.
A yearning to belong and to be,
A desire to be accepted for me.
I am a wife but not for long,
As that dream is now forgone.
I am a sister, a friend, and someones lover,
Believe it or not I also used to be called "Mother".
I wake up everyday in so much pain,
Waiting for it to go away in vain.
I have dreams of being more,
But feel like this life is my penance to settle my score.
I have not always done what is right,
And for that, I now see the light.
Too little too late,
But my pain does not abate.
People always wonder why I have no self worth.
Maybe they should spend a day in my world.
I talk to people but see something in their face,
That just makes me think I am taking up space.
My kids were taken from me,
Yet people act like that is way it is supposed to be.
I can no longer eat very much,
But have not been able to lose much weight as such.
When I talk no one listens,
Nor do they see the tears that glisten.
My life, my very existance
Has come to nothing but a pittance.
I am who I am and nothing more.
Even though most days I am a great bore.
I work a job that I am not supposed to do,
Yet everyone says they have no clue.
Told everyday I am stupid and worth nothing more.
Am told that having 5 kids makes me a whore.
I love with all my heart and might,
I just want one chance at what is right.
I don't think I ask for a lot,
I just am tired of being treated like a robot.
I have needs, wants, and desires.
I just no longer want to be stuck in these mires.
I want no more than to be loved and respected.
Is it so wrong to want to be accepted?
I want the right to be.
I am just...me
Tell me something,
To all y’all young brotha's
How do you define a real nigga
Is it that dude that’s defiling women,
Drug dealing, robbing & stealing
Claims he’s big pimping, saying he a “G”
Cause he did like 6 months in a detention center.
Is that what you call real? These niggas ain’t real.
What about the niggas that’s
Taking care of their kids
Handling Grown man biz and
Yeah he might have did a couple bids
Something like a three year sentence
And that’s real I ain’t kidding
But y’all ain’t listening.
See ya perception of a real nigga is so messed up
By age 18 most of our brothers
Are gonna be dead or in bloody hand cuffs
You out here trying ya luck
Robbing for a little bit of paper
Stop believing these rap artist
These niggas ain’t gangsta.
Problem is these niggas is so scared to be somebody
Scared they gone see somebody
They so used to being nobody
They think hustling & catching bodies is actually a hobby
But you know what they say ya mind is ya worst enemy
So it got ya heart full of hatred, jealousy, & envy
Got you thinking you addicted to cigarettes this generation is so dizzy
And I’m part of it, trying to make a change
So far the moment I’m so busy.
These niggas so caught up in the money
They overlooking the trap
Niggas at war & beefing so heavy they can’t relax
Thinking nobody loves them
Tell me where’s the loving?
Racism exist believe it or not
Everybody’s holding grudges
They ain’t realizing we all
Brothers, sisters, & cousins
But In the hood it’s survival of the illest
So called thugs claiming they the realest.
These niggas ain’t real I’m telling you man
When you get locked up or catch a little sentence
See how many of ya homies come and visit
BEGINING, none that I perceive;
where that dot in time
where the dot or seed,
where the trigger
and the stripey tiger
that leaps ahead of itself?
Then
the linear sprouting’s
along an arrowing line
see how they are mine
yours are invisible,
you must follow your own thread.
TIME_______________
was there really a backwards
was there ever a forward?
What small rodent
nibbles this moment?
An imaginatively decorated
string, an intricately sewn
long-bone
that has walked you.
everywhere but here.
ENDINGS\\\!
The crunch is staggered, vaguely certain.
Some call it a pause, some, a full-stop.
All ‘what ifs’ are handicapped
by reason and chance.
Believe it or not
we must let go of our legbones,
leave and relieve ourself
of so many of those good things
that have danced us
down blind alleys,
backed us up
beeping like empty trucks.
Though the end be
a may be (maybe)
it is always shrouded in hope,
for the end will begin again somewhere -
anywhere
it must surely be
further than a pointing finger
and that could be an END
or another barrel
of swimming fish,
all dreaming of larger WAVES.
Everyone wants to be free.
Even from the things that once gave us comfort.
We are like children who swap our blankets
For softer ground.
So why do you wait to be free
When the keys to your cage
Are hanging right outside your front door?
Reach through the bars with your hand
Stretch your fingers far and bend your will around the bars.
Your mind is your best friend, your best teacher, your best doctor,
Whether you believe it or not.
In spite of everything you’ve done to yourself,
Your mind really does care about you and often thinks of you, quite fondly.
Just let your mind mend itself
Heal yourself with a few choice words.
Your own words.
When you say:
The truth is not a cold tombstone
The truth is not a judgement
The truth is a flowering realisation inside your own living mind.
Pulling you outwards, & forwards, enraptured by Time.
When my breath and
My will are as one,
The universe swallows me
Whole.
Believe it or not he is often not even around
Given all he's got, still nowhere to be found
And when he does show it's when he decides
Yet quick to go with all those things he hides
He always says he will but he rarely ever does
Like he's standing still in being the way he was
Doing for himself mostly, not one who serves
Thinking no one can see and that he deserves
He never sings any praise or even a thank you
Continuing in ways that we all know aren't true
And his Master knows too, for He is most aware
In servants what truly shows is the level of care
Maybe tomorrow he will see and change his way
The One on who he relies is the One he'll betray
But by His great Mercy and a Love that is divine
He still loves me with all these problems of mine
Psalms 57:10
For thy mercy is great unto the heavens,
and thy truth unto the clouds.
Hello Friend!
You are welcome!
Don’t underrate that we are boasting about ourselves.
Don’t treat us as the suppliers of the basic needs only.
Try to reach our inner voice.
When you get disturbed,
You can come and roam under this canopy.
You certainly feel the ambience pious and solicitous
The green cover soothes and cheers your heart.
You can regain your energy and confidence.
You know, your forefathers roamed happily in these glades.
Fairies often came down and rested here.
Knowing this, they used to worship us.
Their cultures and festivals were tied with us.
Believe it or not, still we can hear their voices lingering on in this air.
During autumn, we shed our leaves
And in spring we get the lost glory back.
We never get demoralized.
We know Life and its secrets.
“Service” is our motto.
You sit on chairs;
Sleep on cots;
Eat our fruits and nuts
Everything is being used - hides, herbs, roots, leaves and what not...
Store your valuables in the wooden boxes;
We die and transform into coffins to safeguard your corpse. Why?
We know the purpose of living.
Living or dying doesn’t matter.
Serving others gives the bliss of heaven.
Look at the age- old Oak trees
Standing like staunch pillars
They are symbols for strong determination and invincible spirit.
Our strength lies in our roots.
They are hidden in this soil.
The inner strength is superior to all.
Look at the mighty trees. How humble they are!
The calamities sometimes cause severe damage to us.
But we can withstand and revamp this pristine nature..
Is it not the sign of our perseverance?
Hundreds of creatures find their dwellings in us.
Are we not protecting them like a mother?
Dear friend,
Recall the moral of the story that you read in your childhood.
“Enjoy the egg but not be greedy and try not to cut open the hen.”
Remember,
Protecting trees means you are building a heaven for your grandchildren.
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Wisdom from Trees Poetry Contest
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Date: 19-05-2022