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We are all essentially African. That's where humanity first took birth.
Some then left Africa to populate every land mass on planet earth.
Those of us who remained in equatorial Africa kept our very dark protective skin.
It served as a natural sun block,
preventing harmful ultra violet rays from contaminating our bodies from within.
As we migrated closer to the poles we began to slowly depigmentize.
It was an evolutionary trade off, one might call evolutionarily wise.
The rays of the sun when closer to the poles
are not as harsh as in sub tropical Africa and the pole's climate is cold.
Where as in Africa we walked naked with our protective dark skin,
The poles were colder. We wore clothing over our slowly depigmentizing skin.
Depigmentizing all the quicker because of very little exposure to the sun at all.
Because we differ in skin color doesn't mean anything good or bad at all.
We were and still are all the same human specie, unlike our cousins, the extinct Neanderthal.
We are all *****sapiens. We are all the one and only Human Race.
In a nutshell, that says it all.
To All Hate Groups Out There and hate individuals too.
Be forewarned. Be aware. Your over due extinction is about to come true.
I speak for all with knowledge who have truly evolved too,
"We All Welcome The Extinction Of All The Ignorance Created By All Of You."
You should all welcome it too, so that all of you can truly, for the common good,
intellectually evolve too.
If this was a perfect world
you would be mine
our journey started years ago by chance
not even planning for it to still
mean something after all this time...
In the midst of your confusion
the little bit that made sense
led you back to me
not planned, not predestined
just time
in a nutshell
We get to do more now than we ever did before
share more, even the dark side of worry
seem to slip away through the cracks
filling the not knowing to what might be
no future mapped out,
only today and all its treasures,
I know the Master said don’t worry
about tomorrow or your past
focus on the now
treasure what you have today
I’ve learned that what we fear
might not come through
It’s part of living,
wish I knew that the other day
©051120121417
For Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I chose to run but what would have
thing's been like if I had stayed
30 / 10 / 2022
After my Dad received his Cancer diagnosis
Later when he was eventually ready to
do so he gathered all of us his family
together and told us
And half the way through him telling us I
myself had already in my head and
heart begun to plot my escape and run away
Because that is what I do and sum's me
and who I am up ever so succinctly
And that is exactly what I did I got on
an aeroplane as fast as I possibly
could and flew away because I
couldn't run that far
Then I got that dreaded phone call from
my mum telling me if I wished to see
him before he's gone I had better
come home immediately
As his time was running out quickly
It was time to make our peace because
he is about to meet his maker
So I came back and I am so glad I did
because that may well be the best thing
I ever did and also the very best quality
time we ever actually spent
And quite frankly I was embarrassed and
should rightly have been told and been met
with vitriol by him and my mom who
had taken such dedicated loving care of him
But what difference would i have made
if I had have chosen to stay and not run away
Being brutality truthfully honest to myself
probably none not a 1 single iota thing
would have probably have changed
at all or I made better
Otherwise I would have probably stayed
and never left at all
You see that's just me in a nutshell
sill up until this day
Always, always
Running away
Never towards
Or staying
My dad always said of me I chose
to play in goal because I hated or
didn't like running and boy was he
right
Unless it came to dealing with the
realities of life itself
Then I became a world record holder
champion who could never be caught
you only ever seen the back of me
But unfortunately it's more akin to a
criminal record not 1 to be proud of
or look back with any form of pride
And for which sorry means little or
nothing at all because he deserved
far better than that
But he died I can't run away from that
or made it better if I had have chosen
to stay either way
Being a Woman,is always a feel of pride!
As i write this statement too,,, It’s a goose bump moment !!
Despite all the challenges,trauma, that she faces in the current society, she still remains strong and heads held high !!
Not being biased here,but women are born with more inner strength,wisdom and they are naturally way ahead !
They have this natural trait to bring in logic in any field they are into !
From space science to home science we find women ruling the world,
In the current era, there is no such field where women is not an achiever !
To put in a nutshell, wen empowerment is proportional to the growth of the Nation and hence the World,
Let's take a moment to applaud the goddess shakthi (Indian lady God) alive in every lady !
1) haiku* untitled:
october winds
of scattered maple leaves
~ handwritten poems
2) a three-line poem titled:
OF AUTUMN LEAVES AND ALL
a three-line poem is open to free verse, alliteration or rhyme
October winds wakening the muse within the silence of each mime
advice to all that if you can’t do the time don’t do the crime
3) a free verse poem titled:
SO LONG AGO
in the flurry of October winds
the dance of scarlet maple leaves
reminded me of how I loved you so
*HAIKU RULES
I joined a national Haiku club to discover they are sticklers for rules and there are MANY MANY haiku rules ~ HAIKU is exactly the opposite of free verse in every possible way ~
In a nutshell ~ haiku are supposed to be observations of a moment in nature without embellishments, no passing judgment, no use of fantasy or abstract concepts. It's basically two simple ideas with a ‘turn’ that is essential: it's almost like the punchline of a joke but haiku is not really meant to be funny per se.
Here is an informal list of HAIKU GUIDELINES:
1. 5-7-5 is the max syllable count – “haiku should be read in one breath” so there can be less syllables per line.
2. ALWAYS NATURE-related with usually reference to 1 of the 4 seasons: spring, summer, fall, winter.
3. OFTEN the ‘turn’ is on the second line (takes the reader in another direction).
4. NO unnecessary capitalization.
5. NO title (if you must, use first word(s) of haiku).
6. NO unnecessary punctuation at end of lines.
7. NO use of abstract concepts (must be concrete).
8. NO personification.
9. NO unnecessary adjectives or adverbs.
10. NO full sentences: it’s a poem of few words with much left unsaid.
11. NO use of fantasy.
12. NO similes allowed.
13. NO explanation of haiku in last line.
14. NO heavy emotional words (should be felt not read).
15. MUST have a feeling of the present moment (NO past or future).
16. MUST be more than a description.
17. MAX 2 ideas (scenery + thought).
18. Rare use of I, you or we.
Sometimes we love what we created and it goes against many of the haiku rules ~ there's nothing wrong with creating “haiku-like” poems, they can be quite effective… we just should not call them ‘haiku’.
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
On my work desk there is a junk pile of career dolls,
A pile of papers, and one that oftentimes falls.
Along with an enormous empty blue water cup,
Stapler, scotch tape, stuffed animals, a little pink pup.
Six kitty cat notebooks with mismatched pages.
Hot cocoa mix, and a big can of refried beans,
Sore throat spray, a half-eaten container of juice,
A ripped up diary that once had a cover of puce.
Yellow lemonade that is disgustingly dried out and hard.
My staid colleagues often come in here for crazy hats and lard.
Pile of boring textbooks, one stuck open, and little germs unseen.
Dried ball of playdough. Six half-eaten chocolate bars from last Halloween.
A bunch of mismatched forks, a light up Christmas necklace that glows.
A discouraged keyboard, amid Kleenexes once stuffed up a nose.
The custodian opens the door, snakes her hand in
and grabs the waste paper can.
She will never be the right choice to lead my big fat
brass retirement band.
But when other people need something on a particular day,
They run into my office, and they scream, jumping around, and they say,
We know you have it somewhere. Can you find it? Do you think?
And I always hand them what they want, my hands smeared with fresh ink.
Yes, you certainly did read that right.
Peanut butter is better then bitter books because....
bitter books don't go well with your favorite jelly.
And that's just the plain truth. In a nutshell if I may.
It's simple really. If you can imagine smearing your
favorite butter be it crunchy chunky or even creamy
all over the most bitter book rather than lavishly atop
your favorite jam well then I think you can imagine
just what I mean. The pulp would stink.
And what else could be worse? So hear me versed
if you ever want to make a bitter book better than
rather slather your fave butter into it save for
the real jam and use something else, like... well ...
I don't know what would be good with bitter books
but... having said that I'll also add save your nuts
for the fruitcake anyway.
... pause ...
:)~ AND laugh...
Form:
Raindrops falling against the car window
Racing each other down to the bottom
The world beyond is full of bright lights
And Alice In Chains plays on the radio
Just a little boy lost in my own little world
In a nutshell the song spoke to my soul
Carving out a home for eternity
And sometimes I might feel like a creep
But the days of my youth are far behind
I'll never forget the interstate love song
There can be no doubt even when I don't speak
They show me the meaning of being lonely
My own little private capsule to the past
I will never forget Mr. Jones nor Jeremy
Nor the black hole sun in the sky
Maybe I'm just a silly machinehead
The world beyond is full of bright lights
And raindrops fall against my car window
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
We’re always ready for when it really drops
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
We’re always ready for when it really drops
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Non stop appointments…
Non stop worry, nobody to listen
Nobody to care,
Frustrations over nothing,
Too much noise, where are her headphones…she’s 22 but acts like she’s 8, this is autism in a nutshell, 24/7, we don’t get a break..because we don’t have family to help, everyone has their own life, luxury trips, red carpet parties to attend.
Stress is building up, the house is a mess, no relief in sight, just built up anger, please go amidst your day, don’t worry about our life, this is nothing new.
Doctors, psych appointments he tries to make, all while skipping lunch, the only hour to himself, we don’t make our schedules..
Never ending phone calls, being out on hold for eternity…how is he still coping with this all? Im speaking for all families of special needs, doesn’t this sound fun?
Trying to convince the county to pay for a fence, so our son, daughter won’t run off, a leash we put on so we know where they are, but oh the states we get, maybe you should walk in our shoes for one day, please do…
Evening has come time to unwind, wine in our hands, candlelight dinner? Yeah right, not us we have to spend the next three hours trying to get our child to sleep, the meds aren’t working.
The school called twice today, our child was being disruptive in class, we are at our wits end. Nobody understands, all the fingers are pointing at us, I’m so close to tears, remind me again why I became a Mom?
Lord I didn’t ask for this help us out here you said you’d never give us more than we can handle, why then are we exhausted, we don’t get invited anywhere by family friends, because society doesn’t understand autism, maybe they never will…
I wanna just give up, I’m so empty inside, no more fight I have in me, I’m raising my hands up to you Lord, take it away..