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As a visitor, I can honestly say
This earth is just one of an infinite number of living orbs
Spinning throughout the Cosmos
Each one unique according to Its Suns' design
Enlightened beings know that
All stars are Alive Super Intelligent Beings
Capable of enormous entropy
Raw energy expanding forever and ever
Ever since the Big Bang
For in the beginning there was only darkness
But from the darkness came Light
Opening all this unto us
For darkness was empty without light
A flickering flame on a candle still dances to this day
At the glory of Creation
What looks like chaos through the lens of a telescope
Is pure beauty and absolute genius
To experience it fully is to enjoy the ride
Open our eyes and our hearts
And realize how abundant life has blossomed here
How amazing our Sun shines
How wonderful it is to breathe
It is good to be alive
And to my delight
How wonderful it was to find
A fellow traveler of the Divine
Death is just a wakeup call
From this dream of life
Sleep is a slipping through for the moment
In closing our eyes, we dive into the darkness
Just as unaware of what we'll find there
Hoping for answers, perhaps some clue
I'm on vacation, just a visitor here
This earth's just a pitstop for me
This skin feels a bit too tight
Wound around my light
However, I'm not quite ready to leave just yet
For each place has its purpose
Most orbs are just schools of rock
Like a clock ticking and full of talk
Some truly are heaven on earth
Still others are a living hell
Don't recommend staying there too long
If at all possible
So please, don't make me have to leave too soon.
People say, it’s very difficult to reach out to their fathers,
But my father adds to the count of my cap’s feathers.
More than a father-daughter,
My relation with him has been more of honor.
He would stand for me against anyone who would try to bother.
With all his decisions for my life turning positive,
Sometimes I doubt: With GOD, is my father my life’s fellow author?
During our high school days,
his day would start at 4 in the mornings,
giving us the first wakeup call,
and thereafter some tactical warnings.
Preparing us morning tea,
Then drive us to tuition daily with a mission
Of giving us a future that was trouble free
Right from ironing the uniforms of his daughters number one, two and three
To growing them into girls who were allowed to argue and make their father
agree
To making sure that he gave us values that would be as strong as roots of a
banyan tree,
Working selflessly all knowing that he would have to let go
and set his money making kids very soon free
Bright future of his kids is what my father always believed in
and could foresee.
What my father did for us,
I can never forget,
I've got the best father on Mother Earth,
This is what I can bet.
I accidentally let one loose
in places you wouldn't imagine
last Sunday I left out a silent one in church
it must not of smelled too bad, cause no one noticed
while shopping at walmart
a little one squeaked it's way out
thank goodness i was in the clothing department
and not the grocery
someone might of thought the food was spoiled
the best one of all
was a silent, but deadly one
that built up for a long time
and finally exploded in the car
all windows went down
talk about a wakeup call
although it's freezing weather here
it was like the fart was frozen in mid air
So be careful who you sit by in church,
go grocery shopping with and
who you travel with in a car
You can never be too careful
of a little thing called gas
that can make a grand appearance or
a grand finale
A poetry virgin... that was me
going through a purple patch,
a dismal dark period in life
Desperately needing an outlet
to focus on instead of the now...
this trying time I had to endure
I joined Poetry Soup to have fun
My ultimate aim was just
to bring a smile to others.
But 'HE' couldn’t stand the fact
that what I called my simple scribbles
were more popular than his sonnets...
He considered himself a poetry God
and me? He referred to me as
just a pathetic poet, penning poop
So, the belittling of my poems,
and the cruel comments about them began
He was SO desperate to be top dog,
even challenging me to a poetry duel.
The tide of his anger turned against me
as if they were waves trying to crush me.
He was obsessed with putting me down,
drowning me in his wake.
I was at an all-time low ebb in life
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.
My notepad scribbles were smudged,
stained with the torrent of my tears
My pen bled ink blots like blood,
then dried up like a creek devoid of rain.
For seven dismally long days, I wrote nothing.
BUT powerful persuasion from poetry pals
forced me to face the reality I needed to see.
"Why should you allow that puffed up pompous prick
to stop you from writing what you feel?"
That was a wakeup call for me.
More than just a change in the wind.
Eleven years have passed; I am STILL here...
with two books published under my name.
There are still trolls who like to torment
and demean me, I will never, EVER...
give another troll the opportunity to do me in!
What feeling gives you a belt of happiness?
As if you had obtained the key to Paradise
But it settles in the heart of darkness,
And your soul is on the verge of silence
Memories of your heart getting hurt are resurrected,
How life is full of treachery and pain?
A harsh wakeup call can be toxically echoed
With the shiv decorated red is much absurdly covered in plain.
Your mind is tuned in to the shell shock
The demonic screams turns your heart cold,
And your hellish anger is bestowed from the trauma battlefield
As your whole world is turned into black
The higher you get, the lower you'll sink,
With your cowardly face, it pushes you into the brink.
...and that’s when she told me our marriage was over.
Belated she said, like the anniversary and birthday cards I forget to send.
Chaos, only chaos, will come from this I replied, begged,
desperate for her to rethink, give me a second chance, and
explain how I would change and make it up to our family.
Forgiveness is never something I’ve been good at though,
guessing she’d herself see the irony of my request.
Hands trembling, palms sweating, I reached out for her,
icy fear running through my veins despite the palpable heat on my skin.
Just then I heard the twist of the living room door handle and,
knowing that they would be expecting hugs upon my return from work, I
left this moment of sorrow, this surreal wakeup call, and focussed on
memories of us, dotted throughout my mind from the years before.
Now I tried to tie them together, connect the dots,
open again what I had ignorantly closed, losing sight of what mattered:
people and places, husband and wife, children and homes, not
queries from work and emails at night, functions and dinner suits.
Reality continued to seep into these images I now conjured:
sights of his birth marred by evenings at the office;
tinsel and baubles around Christmas trees papered with bills and reports;
university steps where I first saw her replaced with artificial screens flashing.
Vows echoed in my mind now; nuptial promises ricohetting questions, asking
what had I been doing these past few years? Where had I gone?
X-rays of our marriage revealed splintered bones. A spine fractured.
You can’t tell them anything yet, I pleaded, let’s just talk this through.
Zenith like, my future hung above me, wavering and fragile.
A yellow glow
Is packing ready to go
Leaving the work space
Building its case
Finished the committed job
Gloomy clouds never had a chance to rob
Warming the world
As the globe twirls
Travelling to another destination
Ready to glare a post card presentation
Filled with enthusiasm not able to be patient
Seconds click away
Minutes collect them then say
“Fourteen Forty makes one day”
Still high in the sky
Lighting a path where one should try
To comprehend
Life’s concept called ‘when’
Soon everything will be dark
Night time checking in putting itself in park
Just like the sun
Slowly the lunar landscape will move until duties are done
Fulfilling the sleeping hours
Until daylight returns to blazing power
Morning comes alive
Bringing new hope as a rallying cry
Top of the morning all
With a wakeup call
A welcome smile
Greeting the rank and file
Going to defend
What societal contributions they need to pen
While a retiring moon hears the hen
Finishing the time card and pushing send
I imagined you sitting there
On your wheelchair
Head to one side
Watching me water the garden
Reaching out to touch the bougainvillea
Smiling your crooked smile
The water gushed from the hose
And from my eyes
I miss you
Especially today,
Your birthday
Right on the eve of mine
And you aren’t here, Mama
You aren’t here.
I lost you too soon
Too soon, Mama
I’m not talking about the day
You passed away
I’ m talking about growing up
Knowing
Knowing that illness was eating away
Your life
Your hope
Your dreams
Your passion
Your joy
I grew up seeing the blood
The burns
The stiches
The lopsided smile
The hazy eyes
I grew up hearing....
The coughing
The slurred speech
I grew up knowing
Knowing...
That I’m losing you
I remember the afternoon
When you looked at me and said,
“You’re afraid, afraid I’m going to die, aren’t you?”
I heard the catch in your voice
And all the fears I’d held back
Came gushing out
And you held me as we both cried
Knowing
Knowing….our birthday celebrations together
Would be limited
Today is your birthday, Mama
May 17….tomorrow it’s my birthday
May 18…and through it all
I remember you
And I miss you
And I want you to know
All the things that are happening in my life
But you’re asleep…waiting for the wakeup call
To be free of your wheelchair
Of your prison
Mama, we’ll celebrate life together in heaven!
Soon, Mama!
It will be soon!
In the world of tech, where cyber threats run rife,
To be an expert in cybersecurity is life.
The journey to expertise is one worth telling,
So come along with me, let me start from the beginning.
First, let me say, it wasn't always clear,
That cybersecurity was my path, it's odd I know, my dear.
But one fateful day, an attack we did face,
Our company's data was gone without a trace.
It was a wakeup call, and I heeded the alarm,
I knew we needed to be safe from cyber harm.
I read every book and took every course,
I was determined to stop any future data loss.
My core values were established, to protect and to serve,
To defend from malicious attacks with assertive nerve.
Integrity, honesty, and loyalty were my guide,
To master this skill and keep data safe on our side.
I had to keep updated, every new threat in sight,
Just like data and systems, against time and events we fight.
Then, it was time to put my skills to the test,
I started in small environments where I'd invest.
I'd see how the hackers gained entry, for any weakness they'd seek,
So I would devise ways on how to make our system's security thicker.
I worked hard and was promoted to lead the charge,
And my mentor would always tell me, "stay on guard".
My journey continued, expanding my knowledge every day,
There was so much to learn and so much more to say.
I took on leadership roles, always teaching and guiding,
Passing on the expertise, the knowledge with a binding.
As I look back now, I realize how far I had come,
From a novice to an expert, the journey yields the outcome.
The core values of cybersecurity have molded my way,
From the tech that we use and the people we say.
Integrity, honesty, loyalty are values I hold dear,
To protect and to serve, without any fear.
To be the best, the expert, and keep our data secure,
And always be proactive, never complaisant or obscure.
Deep within, cybersecurity is a passion of mine,
A world that's forever changing, in defense we combine.
It's the core values that got me to my expertise and to believe,
Those values will forever remain, they'll never cease.