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Amidst the tranquil moonlit night, the forest murmured secrets.
The leaves rustled in hushed conversation,
the shadows in exuberance
darting from trunk to trunk,
languishing wherever the moonlight was absent.
Shreds of darkness form an eclectic collection of silhouettes,
dusting the trail with beasts yet to be chartered by man.
The haunting howls of owls enchant the night
sending animals bolting frantically into the undergrowth,
their rough countenances illuminated
by the eerie glow of nocturnal fungi,
ignited by the moon's touch.
In this hostile ambience,
a petal of purity ripens in to fruition.
A figure in a dove white cloak amongst the silvery darkness,
beneath the skies, beneath the trees
dancing and fluttering in a hidden breeze.
Let's motivate ourselves with our dreams,
In the fields we’ve chosen, following our streams.
Want to become a doctor like me?
Oh, I aim to save lives, that’s the key.
An engineer? To create something new,
I'll have no regrets, only victories to view.
A chartered accountant? Tough, but funny,
One day, you'll manage all the money.
Remember your dream, hold onto your goal,
Believe you’re the best for your role.
If the world calls you foolish for a fall,
Know it’s the start of your success call.
Wait for the movie of life to unfold,
And soon, they’ll call you wise and bold.
"Have your siloes become fortresses?"
Anna Sundt
Pictures are Anna Sundt's product; visual art, the occupation
Her job achieves its mission when customers are living well.
Wheat is one product; farming, the occupation.
Its job succeeds when company siloes are full.
Siloes can be a fortress; old siloes merely provided storage.
New siloes destroy team effort during pandemic lockdowns.
Siloes hinder
communication observation
participation integration
expectation motivation
accountability
February 17, 2022
Contest: Buzzwords
Hostess: Kim Rodriguez
Note: Anna Sundt is a an award-winning artist and graduate of the Glasgow (UK) School of Art. She is Chartered Occupational Psychologist and Associate Fellow of the British Psychological Society. She founded ABSTRAKTOLOGIE and creates unique pieces of art to take you forwards on your journey... Their mission is to create original abstract art to share lessons in living well.
Like every other young girl
She holds a dream, vast and bright
But born in a land of dark shadows
That hunt and silence dreams.
Tempted by a shinning chance
She seized it with both trembling hands
Unaware of the story on the next page
A huge decision at a tender age.
Chartered, restrained like a fragile glass
Sent to a land with deceiving masks.
Auctioned to the highest bidder
Made a cleaner, a toy for pleasure, a mother.
But she’s just a girl with a dream
A dream that will set her free
From the shadows that dim all light.
Motherhood was never part of the fight.
I've heard them tell me
that life is a gift ,given
I've even heard them say
life is a journey
Chartered upon many mountains,
delighting to be traversed
What say you, damsel lady!
I know life to be bushy thorns
That every road I have travelled
has been dusty,
rocky with the sight of potholes
at every turn.
The dust greeting me,
long-lost companions
What say they, damsel lady!
I know life for what it is
A destination of endless walks
I know life never cared about me!
The sun peaked and it went
back to sleep
Never did the sun relieve me
on this journey
What say You, damsel lady!
The choice was never mine
Simply I was put on this path
and pointed forward
They told me what was north
and I was to learn south
and its opposing friends
They told me life was a journey,
but all I have known is pain.
Was pain the journey?
Were my worn-out shoes
the lesson I had to learn?
What say I, damsel lady!
I say, I have traversed
the bridges that are my life
What is journey?
Moving forward or
travelling backwards?
Must I even keep pacing
when day and night have no meaning to me.
What is walking if it invites the pain of pleasure
I say, damsel lady. I know life!
Life is no friend of mine.
This journey I have travelled,
I am still walking.
Where is the gift in that?
My patience is worn through
and my sandals are dust.
Even these tears desert me
for the better companionship of dust.
Loneliness is my only companion,
YES,
maybe that is LIFE!
A daughter sent from Heaven
By Michelle Morris
12/11/2022
You give meaning to my life
You're my special love
A daughter sent from Heaven
A blessing from above
I never thought we'd have this
It seems surreal and sublime
That despite all our obstacles
We are together across the miles
No space or time could keep us
From our joy and happiness
But there have been many moments
When I thought we'd missed our chance
Life is filled with many challenges
It can be difficult to navigate
But our ships left their harbours
And we found our chartered places
We will meet again one day
Hopefully sooner than another decade
I know that it is difficult
In a world shattered by a pandemic
For now, our souls reach each other
Via our Guardian Angels
And we feel our connection daily
When we accept our path is ageless
It is said that we choose our parents
That we choose our earthly roads
We know that there'll be challenges
We know that there'll be heartbreaks
But, even though I'd change
So many things if I could
I would never change you
Because you are my lifeblood
I love you to the moon and back
And beyond our Milky Way's glow
There is no place in the Universe
Where my love does not bless your soul
And no matter how long it takes
We will hug each other again
For God and His Angels guide us
Each moment on our journey
With love and hugs, always
© Michelle Morris, 2022
On the boat
Swaying and tossing
Waves and ripples
Hands together
Hearts together
Land in sight
Yet miles away.
Paddles broken
Yet flapping
No stopping
At slapping
The silvery surface.
A course chartered for rough waters
The boat image
Divine inspiration
Fires the activists
A tedious delve
Into life and teachings
Of the Master.
Billows of prayerful reflection
The journey is on
A sturdy boat
In mixed weather
Knees to knees
Legs to legs
Notoriously unpredictable.
A head-wind approaches
The boat sways
Bales of water
Swept out
Leaky but unsinkable.
Our choice unchanged
To remain on the boat
We take our chances
An inexhaustible mystery of faith
Will you allow these anti-celibate hands to be your remedy?
For they've known years of auctioning pleasure and devouring hearts
I am a chartered Smith
Blessed in the art of forging lies and seasoning of Romance
These are the games I play
If you may, allow these hands to caress you
I have a game in mind
One in which I love to touch and find weakness in a feminine
Getting you in bed is the last trick
I am a dog
Still a k-9 at heart
Waiting for the miss who is to play her cards right and consume this king of hearts
For these are the games I love to play
I will settle for nothing but a gem
One to take out to tongabezi and give her flowers that match the colour of her heart.
"Life is a tapestry with the journey of our existence
woven within the twisted, hued threads . . . ."
Quote by _Constance
I watched the sunset today
oh, it was so beautiful
the suns healing rays washed over me
with mauve, purple and blue hues in the sky
as the clock of my existence ticked away
I watched till it slipped away
my life has been like a meandering stream
with calmness, and wild turns and dips
my existence from birth a difficult journey
the wheels of time will never stop turning
even when I am still
weaving a tapestry of my existence
creating a map of my life
sometimes I am floating in a vast sea
with no destination chartered
and no shore in sight
the depth of my fear is an endless puzzle
oh yes, it is true
life is a circle from birth to death and beyond
I am on a journey as my clock ticks, ticks, ticks
when I am broken
I am like a flower with wilted petals
like a butterfly with damaged wings
and my poetic pen is empty of words
and my muse flown away
my soul waiting
I fold my petals, I fold my wings
and God whispers fear not dear one
the gates of Heaven will open
to a new forever, ever existence
then, suddenly I am colors
I am a bird soaring, flying, flying, flying
I am powerful, so powerful
yet, I weep, weep, weep
at the pollution, wars, starvation on earth
the effects of global warming, the storms
earthquakes, the death of forests, loss of habitate
for God's beloved creatures, the use of guns
the race and religious unfairness
but I am powerful
I will work to make a difference in my short time
as the clock of my existence clicks, clicks, clicks
as my existence fades
I breathe for I am the answer
each of us can be the way
in some small way
Weaving the labyrinth of the tyranny of time,
let not the chartered task waiting ashore
become a victim of the rising tides of apathy
between our temple pillars of faith and hope.
Rather, in the due time coming let us be anchored,
resting our sails in the waters of persistence
and determination to stand and do the right thing
to return our nation to its tenets of justice and equality.
Let us not allow the founding code of beliefs
on which the foundation of this country was laid
become mere footnotes to the keloid history
that certain historical tyrannies have overshadowed.
History—Ourstory—has and continues to teach us
many lessons; plain and simple, as well as allegorically.
Let her lessons be our guide in dismantling bigotry and injustice;
recommitting ourselves to molding a nation of peace, love and unity.