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*HONESTY*
Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.
Telling the truth sometimes more than we can fathom.
Playing games of truth or lies many times we can’t disguise.
Honesty is more than not lying, it is truth speaking, telling and living.
Often times to protect someone the dark to light always unknown.
Honesty is a very expensive gift, being real is what most people wish.
We walk around in clueless bliss
So easy to forget, so easy to miss
Honesty pays but not in bills greed, anger what is the thrill?
Misery likes the most company
All in all ,Honesty is the best policy
Form:
#Love_incarnated
In multitudes and populated 7 billion beings of earth,
fell not far from my heart skipping beats,
maybe it was your aura,
maybe your aligned Chakras,
something in me reverberated,
upon just mere gaze.
Some out of this cosmos pulling forces,
kept sinking me into your mirred mystery,
rarity in my own lifetime encounters.
Hypnotic interferences in my medulla,
fixed me to nothing of this earth except you and only you.
Angelic spiritual realm type of being.
Jaw dropped as sense walks out of my side just to not interfere with your presence.
Beauty in a human form,
freckles and fine tuned to every Chakra in my being.
If this be a wild dream,
please don't wake up,
rather day dream than to allow you to leave my side.
Fell so hard,
the weight of my heart just couldn't be balanced further by this skeleton, my flesh coats.
These grounds cution me,
free fall assured by your presence to land gently.
In your eyes my safe haven lit so bright,
white sheets of pureness.
Asked for a name,
you gave me your heart instead,
our greeting turned to a love embedded tale.
Your smile radiants on my face,
germinated something inside me,
hope and assurance,
something no one ever showered my heart with.
The universe conversed on our behalf,
we were there,
in the first chapter of a love novel,
our words like paint brushes complemented each other,
co-painting this love artifact before our own heart desires.
This is too good to be true,
my skeptical me said.
Love in it's purest form,
long walked out of this earth human heart.
but there you were, incarnated.
#Poetic_Ink
Carnival Nights Poetry Contest
Robert James Liguori
There was a special carnival set in my memory
Rides, games, and food, cherished, and a prelude to our first kiss
And a second date where we watched Rambo: First Blood
But on that night, he held me in his arms dearly and lifted my spirits
Where the moon and stars looked down and smiled at us
And I remember passing a cow with big brown eyes
She proudly wore a blue ribbon garland around her neck
And as we exchanged glances, my eyes peered at my blue ribbon
He was standing right next to me, as the cow seemingly knew
As we closed the first chapter, the sights and sounds sing in my heart
Circus clowns, cotton candy lady, acrobats, and little kids playing
But it was my man, future husband, that my eyes were really on
Those blue jeans, long-sleeved white dress shirt, cowboy hat, paint that night
A true gentleman, he was, he handed a prize teddy bear to a little kid
Where the little girl clutched the brown furry one happily and beamed at mom
These montages are now old but forever golden beam the big top of my heart
I always remember those words, "ma'am, do you want to go on another ride?"
Another lover's touch
There's never been a love,
that's ever been enough...
You keep searching for...
another lover's touch
Why do I even try,
I should stop wasting time...
You say that we are fine...
we both know that's a lie
Chorus
I can see the ending,
in our book of love...
Well I try and I try and I try,
but it's not enough...
I see the curtain falling
on our romantic play....
I never thought our love ...
would end this way
I remember that first look,
the first chapter of our book...
We thought we'd found a love that would never die
The days turned into weeks,
so many nights without sleep...
The love we felt was an unrelenting fire
Chorus
I can see the ending,
in our book of love...
Well I try and I try and I try,
but it's not enough...
I see the curtain falling
on our romantic play....
I never thought our love...
would end this way
Chorus
I can see the ending,
in our book of love...
Well I try and I try and I try,
but it's not enough...
I see the curtain falling
on our romantic play....
I never thought our love...
would end this way
There's never been a love,
that's
ever
been
enough...
You keep...
searching...
for another...
lover's...
touch.
John Derek Hamilton
November 22,2019
That day when legal slavery ended
A brief moment when justice seemed palpable
marked only the first chapter of caped cross burners
and rageful lynch mobs
marked only the beginning of white terror
against black dignity
Equal justice under law
That day when the sky opened
A brief glimmer when freedom seemed possible
stained only by the blood of generations oppressed
bruised only by the brutality of the state
against these people of color
Equal justice under law
That day when a people were proclaimed
A brief interlude when equality seemed attainable
marred only by marginalization and segregation
scarred only by white supremacy and white dominance
against these struggling people
Equal justice under law
Someday when a people get their due
An arcing rainbow when liberation is realizable
helped only by abandonment of white privilege
aided only by respect and compassion
for these people
Equal justice under law
"Tsundoku Tower"
Bluebird windowsill
peers in, strange terrain
“Rain Rain Go Away”,
mysterious singing
eerie refrain.
Ghost Girl sitting still
tears falling
she is haunting
Tsundoku Tower
laying vacant
on Treeless Hill.
Looks up
her glow attracts
all the Tiger Moths,
are gathering ‘round
holds out her hands to them
She’s no longer bound -
so she gently kisses them
they are her new friends
In this, her newest ghost town.
Bluebird looks
While she builds
her tower full of
unused books.
Pages and Pages
of unread tomes
Are the walls
of her new home
she builds them extra high
around her like a womb
to keeps the Others out -
This is not their tomb.
Strong spines on their side
top one on top the other
to the Ceiling neat
so dark, so black noire
Jacobs Ladder for her
ascension climb
to her empty silent boudouir.
Wrips out the hearts
of useless books
all those blank white pages
all that wasted time
wallpaper to cover with colour
all her empty stages
with enraptured rhyme.
An antique fountain pen
dipped in pure ghost blood
so crimson dripping wet
from the cuts upon her wrists
she begins to scrawl
her new story, First Chapter
and it begins with this -
“I AM NOT DEAD YET”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
1. Ghost Girl - XavieRinato
https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=1&v=rkGeq65ejMA
An evening stroll, on a chill night,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.
Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.
A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight.
Echoing sounds moaned through boughs and leaves,
disturbing the night.
The air grew cold and grim.
A sudden quiet came, not a whisper,
of leaf or waving bough, not a breath of wind.
The forest was swathed in gloomy shadows.
Dim shadows obscured the eerie dark.
Curiosity reeled me in, as my freighted body trembles
and an awful, clenching nauseous feeling came over me.
I didn't want to walk any farther.
The moonlight sunk casting shadows.
Fragrance drift within, with the scent of blossoms
and the cool filled the air.
I found myself embracing;
my arms around me.
Roots moved around me, subduing nature.
An exciting feeling flowed through my body,
as I stood and stared at the tall trees around me.
They swayed as their leave's sing.
Don't be afraid as the sun is starting to fade
a smile to honor you with my dappled shade;
they all whispered unison.
If hungry, we offer the taste of my fruit,
as I do for my friends that scurry round my roots.
As it ought to be done.
I protect the area from erosion, beneath
and give them some oxygen to breathe.
As it has been done since time begun
And through the sacrifice of my life
the need of lumber or paper, make such a strife
In which of course, no discussion of mine, human won.
A joy to hear at first a passionate compassion,
then turn to heartache to a true deep reverberating message they convey.
5/19/2022
Wisdom From Trees Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
God loves trees
Other than people and God, trees are the most mentioned living thing in the Bible. There are trees in the first chapter of Genesis (verses 11–12), in the first psalm (Psam 1:3), and on the last page of Revelation (22:2). As if to underscore all these trees, the Bible refers to wisdom as a tree (Proverbs 3:18).
He searched the dusty attic for an old book. A book he should have treasured.
But instead he neglected it and let it gather dust. He could hardly forgive himself for this
oversight.
As the dust swirled in the dimly lit attic his mind wandered back to when he first laid eyes
on the book. Suddenly he was jolted back to the present by a loud noise. Thunder.
Raindrops dampened hopes as the sun hid behind dark clouds. He wished for a silver lining as he renewed his search. He looked in every nook and cranny. Then under some old magazines
he found his treasure. As the rain beat down on the roof he wiped the dust off the cover. Slowly the title came into view: "The Adventures of Robin Hood".In a small bookstore in the old neighborhood was when
he first laid eyes on it. He loved it even more now than he did then. He opened the book to the first chapter and began to read.
On a rainy day in a dusty attic his adventures began.
TURN THE PAGE.
You just read the last line of the very first chapter,
and you are complaining about the introduction.
Moreover, you think it is a very long chapter.
TURN THE PAGE.
You say that you do not like the way chapter one was written,
and you are apprehensive and suspicious of the next chapter.
TURN THE PAGE.
However, you must remember that you are not the author.
The author wrote his story his way, as any authentic author would.
TURN THE PAGE.
Furthermore, if you wish to read his book, you must turn the page.
The world was being written before you appeared, and its future
does not hinge upon you. So read on; write on; and turn the page.
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"Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom". Thomas Jefferson
When I was very young, regardless of society's philosophy,
Our parents taught us that HONESTY was the best policy.
Seems to me, that true HONESTY gives birth to inner liberty.
Seems to me, presently, impression goes farther than ability.
Genuineness is fading, and hypocrisy is hiding transparency.
Seems to me, presently, one's craft reveals less creativity.
Seems to me, presently, an age of falsity and dishonesty.
When truth permeates the soul, it will release HONESTY.
Seems to me that pride and blind ambition ends in futility.
Intellectual HONESTY is the 'high ground' of true integrity.
The lack of common sense, trust, and unity is a travesty.
One's popularity must always be inferior to one's credibility.
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