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As a child I always envisioned what my life would become
Who will I be, where will I live, will I be free,
will I be loved, will I be touched, will I know God,
will I know love, will I get married, will I have friends,
will I have kids, will I live long, will I be strong
I envisioned my mother
precious like a pearl
so beautiful, loving, and proud
She taught me so much, to never give up
and she taught me alot about god.
She said not to worry about frivolous things
or even people who aren't quite what they seem
Go after your vision, live life to its fullest
and alway strive to be a strong black woman
My vision of dad, made me a little scared
for he was the wraith in my dreams.
I would awake in the night, wishing he
were by my side for these words
I needed to bring
"My father I love you,
I was mad for awhile,
for I am my father's child.
It was hard for me to see you leave
for I felt our life was just beginning
So forgive me among the clouds
I hope your daughter has made you proud.
I love you now, I always have
I just envisioned you'd always be around!!
My vision of love came when I was younger
He was three years older than me
my friend, and neighbor, I will always savor
how special first love was for me.
I still sometimes wonder
would love had survived
if it were not for a dear mother.
We were thrust apart so very far
and my heart began to shatter
If I only had known how hard it would be
to set love a free,
I would have not envisioned
just how beautiful life could really be
but I always envisioned I would see you again
and it happened in 2013
My vision of trust is always muffled up
for people are so unworthy
I trust in the lord, the Heavenly Father above
For I know he will never defy me.
He does not judge,
He does not budge
He hears my prayers
He hears my cries
He fulfills my life
He does not lie
He lifts me up when I cry
He doesn't ignore me when I frown
and if ever my vision fails me
I know my God will still be around.
So today I live life very happily
A daughter, A mother, A grandmother,
A cook, A poet, A friend,
A spiritual person within,
A strong black woman.
Girl are born. But not every time they are lucky enough to live. Many a times they are killed by their families who were expecting a boy child.
This poem captures dreams of a girl child. Her dream revolves around getting love, affection, acceptance from her parents but these dreams can never be fulfilled. Her destiny has something else in store for her.
Poem – My stupid little Dreams.
(Some dreams are never meant to be fulfilled)
My dream is to be born cuddling in my mother’s arms and staring in her eyes,
My dream is spending my childhood hopping in my father’s lap,
My father tickling me until I cry out of joy,
My dream is feeling my mother’s soft tender lips, as she kisses me wishing me
goodnight,
My dream is enjoying weekends hopping on my father’s back;
As he play a horse and I a brave knight,
My dream is to fall down, bruise my leg and watch my mother rushing out for me,
My dream is spending endless nights sitting beside my father,
His hands coiled around my neck, re-living my favorite bedtime stories,
My dream is treading on roads shimmering with sun rays escaping from canopy of trees that leads nowhere,
My dream is racing down endless streets crowded with people; teeming with life;
Happiness, fervor and excitement spread everywhere,
My dream is to live, prosper and watch all these and thousand other dreams come true,
But I won’t live long enough, so bye-bye dreams; I bid you adieu,
I have committed a sin, as grave as a crime,
My family needed a boy, but I am born a girl child,
My dreams, my wishes will stay alive with me till I am in my mother’s womb,
Seconds after I am born; they will travel with me to my final destination – my own personal tomb.
If born; No respect, no acceptance would have been the saga of my life,
Thanks to my father, he saved me, by taking my life.
No time for my dreams, I died paying for my sins,
Once born; I was send on a long vacation in some local dustbin.
I was born like a flower that could bloom and thrive
But I was plucked as a bud, never allowed to ripe,
Not only me there are thousands more lying in rains,
Moaning in pain, their blood gushing down the drains,
No more dreams, no more wishes just one cry,
O God! It’s enough. Please no more girl child.
suppose sun stop shining
and the clouds get dark
when there will not be the courage to face life
will you be there to give me shelter
shield me from the thunder
make me a bed of roses
melt away my fears,
my safety guaranteed.
suppose things will happen
those we term the unexpected
will you handle them as unexpected
hoping lies not perfected
and love remain respected
ours never Regretted
see some rejected
their communication neglected
their memories permanently deleted
but their hearts pulse the same beats
Always in a remember state they cannot reset.
Left in the cold
No one to hold
Heart bled, thoughts dead
Bond broken beyond reconstruction
Permanent heart condition
Said it was a hard decision
You could not replace
“Was not a case”
Where is that one you Praise
Meant to pay your class?
Has he the same face?
He used to give that promise?
Has he left like you left?
Come dear, I will lift you forget you left
Give you my best Taste
All I have, all my love
Dear child of the grave
Come to me and be safe
Come to me and be saved
Bring your love along
Let us live long.
I will do your hair, paint your lips, fit your hips
Make you feel beautiful among beasts
Make you always high on heels and wheels
Be on top that is your place in this life
Stay on top that is your space in this life
You are wise, none tell you otherwise
Live in lies, pay the price
The price is never nice
Be safe, tame the tongue
Come to me dear child
Come and be safe
A future is waiting
When you will keep winning
Come child of the grave
Take my hand
Show me where you want to go
I will walk with you. Hold my hand.
I will go with you wherever you land
In times of tides I will understand
With you I will stand just hold my hand.
Never let it go
Whether it grows cold as snow
And as you Grow you will know
Never to bite that hand
Dear child hold my Hand
Let me follow you to your fertile Land.
Your future is spelt
Go for it child, go Get
Be on top that is your place in this life
Stay on top that is your space in this life
Come dear, I will lift you forget you left
Give you my best Taste
All I have, all my love
Dear child of the grave
Come to me and be safe
Come to me and be saved
Come child of the grave
Take my hand
Show me where you want to go
I will walk with you. Hold my hand
She has seen so much before Her eyes
they have lost their sparkle
She sits in Her chair to watch the hummingbirds
flit and sip at the bird feeders She has prepared
She has made those for years
i remember sitting with Her and talking
about boys and schoolwork
and how beautiful the hummingbirds
sounded as they zipped past the screen door
we know they will return
Her taste for pecans never
prevented Her from collecting them
off Her land for pies and candies
Her legs hurt from walking too long
how i miss picking pecans with Her
as i grew time was lost
and i visited Her less and less
with regret i think of
all the talks and fun and laughter
while we canned fruits and jellies together
i wish i could bring back those years
the summer before i was married
we talked of love and happiness
and i was privileged to know how
Pa and Ma met when she asked,
"Do You Believe In Love At First Sight?"
we stayed up 'til morning talk of
mike and how She believed he was an
angel and how She met her first husband
and the birth of mimi, i know She has
always love me
i am Her pride and joy
She has lived a long life that was hard
but worth it because She has produced
a wonderful family
that babies Her in Her old age
oh, how She hates that
She talks about Her last days as if
tomorrow Her soul will take flight
and wonders why God hasn't sent for Her yet
perhaps She is not done
or He wishes Her to see something precious
i wonder if it is for me (how narcissistic)
to see my wedding or the birth of the daughter
that will carry Her middle name
She cried when i told Her that
but that's how much She means to me
i vainly pray that She will live long enough
to see these things that are important to me
when She will be able to hold
with Her middle name
Her great-great-granddaughter, LEE ellen
now She sits in her rocking chair
watching the hummingbirds
Her soul takes flight upon a gentle
breeze that carried Her far away in time
when She could pick pecans and can jellies
when She and Pa met
or when Her children were born
i know many stories from Her past
and i am proud that i am the only one
that has taken the flight with her soul
on one of those gentle breezes
T'was the week before Christmas, as I watched the live stream
I could hardly believe what I could see on my screen.
With Manchester losing to Norwich two one,
We could keep our top spot if we held out and won.
On a day that a legend of football (Jimmy Hill) had passed,
We were top of the league whilst last year we'd been last.
In a restless first half we took the lead at a canter,
Until Lukaku scored to cue Everton banter.
When out from the break we again took the lead,
As Vardy was fouled as he showed off his speed.
Up stepped our Mahrez to take the spot kick,
Which he knocked beyond Howard with a feint and a flick.
With City now flying and fans singing the score,
It took only four minutes before we had one more.
With Vardy again making runs through their flanks
Okazaki nipped in and took his team mates thanks.
With Everton down but by no means yet beat,
A long ball from the toffees fell at Miralles feet.
With only two minutes left of full time on our clocks,
It was once again squeeky bum time for each fox.
As we defended in numbers and all fans stayed wary,
The whistle unleashed a scream from Ranieri.
Eight wins and one draw in our last nine league games,
You can hear history calling our star players names!
Vardy and Mahrez have been grabbing the goals,
Whilst Shlupp and Drinkwater have played pivotal roles.
Albrighton and Kante have been simply on fire,
And he's ably supported by King and by Dyer.
Now Schmeicel, now Morgan, now Ulloa and Fuchs.
Your names will live long in our history books!
To the top of the league against all of the odds.
You have answered our prayers to the footballing gods.
And as the year turns though we know its been tough,
We are sure there'll be more of this fairy tale stuff.
We may pick up injuries and suffer fatigue,
But despite all the talk, we are top of the league.
With a proud Gary Lineker on Match of the day,
It's been years since our City have been seen in this way.
Not since 2000 under Martin O'Neil,
Have the fans seen a squad with such a quality feel.
Ranieri who's marshalled our amazing revival,
Is still keeping his sights firmly set on survival.
Though there's bound to be plenty of twists and intrigue,
Happy Christmas all foxes, yes we're top of the league!
This is a tribute to those who were themselves
An ode to the incredible minds
Including Hunter S. Thompson and Jim Morrison
Artist born inarguably before their time
This is a write to the rebels
Those who punched authority in the mouth
Bob Marley and Johnny Cash
Belong in this crowd without a doubt
This is an anthem
To those who stand up for their rights
Muhammad Ali, Malcom X, and Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
For the Africans led freedoms fight
This is a write
For those who have the voice for the ages
Jerry Garcia, and Jimmy Buffett
Were at their best on the grandest of stages
This is a document
Endowing guitar god immortality
To Stevie Ray Vaughn, Jimi Hendrix, and Dwayne Allman
Their names shall live long after their fatality
Texas Rock Legends ZZ Top
Belong in the guitar god classification
Well into their sixties
They are still rocking stages for this great nation
Pink Floyd is embraced with love
Symbolizing the envied acid trip generation
Singing mellow songs with an especially deep message
Times tarnished by public misinterpretation
I’ve mentioned few
Of the historic minds I hold dear
Though many were lost before I was born
I still shed symbolic tears
Their messages and combined impact
On the generation in which I belong
Often could only
Be broadcast in song
They vocalized their messages
To impact segregation
They sang songs filled with meaning
Often advocating self medication
Their memories are priceless
Even to those they were never to know
Their impact so important
Such a significant path drove
They lived in controversial times
Experiencing events not known to we of today
All we know
Is what our teachers choose to display
Knowledge may be earned
By studying these priceless minds
Listen to their music, read their messages to the world
For you would be so very surprised
This art is non-existent
In this “Bill Mahr” defined era
Rather than banding together, we point fingers
With women finally able to vote, they only worry about their mascara
The efforts of our former sixties/seventies generations
To change our nation has now been proven to have failed
For the future has shown
Their freedom train was to be inevitably derailed
Just a definition of a word in many views.
In a day before the Great Summer came,
You counted pages and noted names.
1948 too late. In the other direction.
Missed they did when forgot a twist.oF8
~Don't you roll, Pie.man? With your WOman?
It's 195 x 3 again.
If the story is true, this penned elation,
prophecy speak via dispensation,
and the message read, only 'He' would know,
then where do you think you have to go?
The Great Sin that I can see is a sign in a time
when we were Free that we, abused ourselves.
Looking for a hell on Heavens shelves.
Looking for a battle on God's Plateau.
You took a book and declared to know.
But Omit you did, the Divine hellO
In timE, corrects, the knoW.
In the Light of sight I see,
searches incomplete in our history.
Counted One is all they did.
Assuming God's image to be of 'man'.
Making an ass out of them again.Amen to that.
As a Sum of God's image, there is everything
in which we live, from the trees to the grass,
creatures in mass, birds with wings and the
rain that sings to nourish us. Deep waters true
filled with blue and brimming with the image
of a written God too.
"Dispensation:
the relaxation of a law in particular circumstance"
~ shall we dance~
The action of
Administering,
Ordering,
Managing;
A system of
Principles,
Promises,
Rules ...
What do the books really know? To be defined as 'true'?
Used were words given as a gift, for 'Rules'.
And then as the Rulers too...
Have a fig... it's part of God V.TWO....
giF.t
And Newton? Well, he's a pretty smart cookie. ;)
So says the TV....
~Still staring down the twisted pillar I see?
~Beautiful is the Cornman's Bee.
~On The Apprentice, Amen called She.
A NOSE... knoWs does it not? 'Gentlemen'?
Little corn, little cobb, little oil for our Love...
of food! Yes, it's all good.
"Live long and prosper"
Includes all three, and the stoned
fourth corner is all you need.
1855 they said. lol I counted 19 instead.
8155 turned their heads.
5581 returned from the dead.
.... then seven years later, it was all okay.
One More.is starting the Day.
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Just a play on some words write here....
Form:
Peace in life
Blanketing life with mixing others
Search of freedom and joy of peace
Feels me a golden jail,
Rather, taking fresh breath
In the morning mild race would be fine
In grass crushing by feet
Maximum peace! I ever raised in heart
Was title given by smiles of others
I puzzle sometimes do they bear peace! Actually
So! freely to allocate me and others
Many unwanted kisses
In chick and neck by as if glutton piece
And hinges of boredom and chain of others
A classify of a moral tie only should be
In real life how there is peace!
So to say, grown up in such boundary
A matter of hardship to breathe free
Peace in life is then a matter of distant for me
Without digging, deeply, for nectar within heart
A vastness of purity, filtering through, inside for peace
Needs, grave deep involvement, and sink to find point,
where it is.
A case of research for person to person, differently
If one can find actual peace in life, Believe
Why all are in sorrows and still in confusions!
So,future is certain for them, only
Who digs path, in present, to see bright future
I will buy it investing millions, and will motivate others for it
I like, welcome persons enjoy and invest in benefit
Then peace in life and bliss in life will be search of equipment
All will live long gladly, happily and will rest heavenly
Continue.......
Actual peace and bliss are not free as human remain searching
Points:-
I think so, this is, this is
But to me and to them too
Who researched and identified with clarity
Follow them, that destination who perceived with honesty
Who they are! then a matter of question
To find and follow will be
Please search and research again and again
It is available in market easily
Perceive right shop and owner who could supply you
A piece of peace, a life piece for happiness and bliss.
Future is uncertain to them who says and lies lazily
See them who bought stars from the sky
In the market available everywhere
The beauty of future is only to them
Glitters and flashy fame are not real fame.
Real future is your present time
How you utilize as ants' retinue.
Stacks of Aloneness
by Odin Roark
He wandered here among the longings
And the forgotten,
Not many remaining properly covered,
Their dust jackets of protection
Long gone.
Worn and torn,
The many leaned fatigued in their shoulder to shoulder exile,
With an occasional entombment in plastic wrap
Sweltering in the heat of its many paged passion.
He saw there was something for every kind of aloneness,
Requiring only to be read,
Not bought and placed on another shelf,
But made companion,
A redemptive power for continuing,
often singular journey of aloneness.
A sudden draft from the entrance door
Fluttered the pages of an ancient pyramid travel guide,
The open page 86 sent miniscule sand afloat,
Including its stowaway squashed flea,
Having once bitten the privates of the book’s looting bandit,
Now reduced to but another powdery remnant of history
He gazed upon the shaft of light spotlighting the settling dust.
Such never-ending stacks of tomes, he thought.
A mix of direct and implied philosophy of time,
Some read and pondered,
Others once he knew were but color-matched bindings for
A decorator’s intellectual pandering to
A 5th Avenue looky-loo,
Someone wanting the perfect life,
A delusion her inheritance
Could ever accommodate.
And then…
There was this one opus, ‘til now he knew not of.
Here, the fortune of lovers lying side by side
Beneath the weight of print and paper,
Shared a vial of death, now empty.
A desperate love wanting only to be read,
To be understood as prohibited emotion
Reduced to a finite repose in the darkness of closure,
Like the unopened book now about to have its long awaited embrace.
From his hand he placed the worn book down for ring up.
The clerk opened the cover to reveal its eye-pencil message:
“To my love. May you live long enough to finish this.”
Smiling to the obviously homeless man,
the clerk said, “Just a buck, including tax. Gotta love a bargain, eh?”
“Yes,” he said. “They say the bard knew aloneness needn’t be lonely.
Think he was right?”
She shrugged.
He handed her four quarters.
Narrator’s View II
12 These words are the last, left by the wisest,
Whom spoke to me from the other side came,
All my thoughts were crumbled to its smallest,
To a state where it differed from the same,
13 To wander, to seek, my eyes were then fixed,
To a Place where all seemed painted the same,
And then my heart whom drummed as if
were tricked,
Did spoke to me from one other side came:
The Statement
14 To you I greet and welcome to the world,
Of light and hope all came from the Real World,
Come herein we give treasures of doses,
And beds coated fine petals of roses,
15 Turn sights to the east, the greatest River lies,
The dreamers, the hopeful, where they arise,
Grows at the footprints the riverbanks hold,
Great trees that soar high, great trees that are bold,
16 Yet then we must walk the River ahead,
But to help, it streams to the past instead,
Dreams must go on with bravery of more,
Shall nature’s force was once rejected for…
17 All torrents and streams of bodies that flow,
Rivers and falls’ destination’s below,
All water will never to mountains go,
But fall from the cliffs to lands of the low,
18 Shores of the West and all beyond the white,
Field of loneness whose bluish white so bright,
Plummet and seek the sights of its beauty,
Or drive the humble raft to the city.
19 Drawn to this world where the artists are we,
To cherish God’s gift, free will it shall be,
Its pen thus we hold, it holds and it tones,
The ink of success that live long with stones,
20 Wise men and their minds, their view is just strange,
For change is nature and nature is change,
But not into thoughts your works will be less,
For all it deserves: frustration; distress…
Narrator’s View III
21 These words are the last, left by most hopeful,
Whom spoke to me from one other side came,
Thrilled to the rage of twilight so fruitful!
Known to the fact: later night will do tame,
22 Seek for time, from the Mirror I supposed,
The clock gave me the answer to it all,
Its fast-paced hand runs east—one faulty posed,
A realm will not move, nor move its men’s call.
-oOo-