Motivating
Ongoing deliverance
Understanding
Radiant rejuvenation
No more mourning…it turns to JOY
though it is rooted upon supposed evil,
the fruits of my labour are consequential.
shall I weap off not having a penny,
or should I rejoice of having plenty?
granted is the will to make hasty decisions,
'drink up, don't slow down', said blurry visions.
sober minds take full responsibility,
adulthood applauds instant flexibility.
when treated well, rewards are many,
it gives me pleasure to receive a twenty.
wishes to share, bear in mind, regardless,
though life decided to pause the process.
it hurts me not to wait again in hopes,
for it will visit, to bless me in envelopes.
22 July 2022
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'JOY' Poetry contest
You are what you eat
What you see now
Competes
Screen each true view
Nothing under the sun
Is really new.'
The world needs to learn
the culture of peace love
as every mother practices daily
of each and every child
the mother with nobility and kindness
dedicated teacher she is always
is maternal protection
defense wall of life
in an invincible way to act tenderly
mother is love personified!
This morning while an officer
tickets me for speeding
My smartphone pleads and pleads with me
or at least it keeps on pinging
I cannot pick it up, of course
though it nearly drives me crazy
Pretty soon I've a bad headache
thoughts morph from clear to hazy
I admit that I am terrified
by fear of 'missing out'
So now in the car I think 'F-O-M-O'
And make sure that I drive slow
Delicate twinkles from fairy land glimmer across the snow
Imagine the blue white of these rhinestone sparkles
A reverent hush accompanies the virgin snow white flakes
Many will be coming today in sleighs and buggies
Outstanding sense of family loyalty and love prevails
Necessary words said by a minister or a rabbi
Diamond rings polished and perfected, ready for a wedding.
Mom. You were my first address,
I already left that prime address
I left to find outside "rich life"
I only lived a rich life with you, mom ...
The sonnets I’ll be writing about cinnamon would probably not what anyone told you. Yes, it is not that sweet, spicy-hot scent that dispersed throughout soft air. He loathed it. Its smell doesn’t seem crisp and cheery for Drake. Just the thought of it brings him headache, irritating beyond measures.
Some would find that brownish compound to be exciting, reminding them of their joyful family meals. His, was a heavy night with blooming orchids having bladed flowers. Intoxicating. Spreading through the sheets of his foolish yesterday when morning wakes up in heavy black eyes. And yeah, he still believes that sometimes tomorrow isn’t something you look forward to… because days can be illiterate, too. Somber. Discriminating. The world sometimes chooses people to sniff the petals of the moon, then some get a whiff of blood, broken ribs and bruised arms while a jam-packed of delish cuisines were served in an elegant table. Now, tell him where on earth can a kid lives jovial and fair?
From the book “Scentsibility”, an Amazon Best Seller
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M.O.T.H.E.R
Maternal Love
Of
Their Children,
Healing Giving Comfort In,
Every Aspect Of Them, To Help,
Resolve Their Pain.
Manual labor, sweating, straining, backs sore
Obnoxious and stubborn behaviors, family upset
Violent screaming, threats, tears,
Irritability, tiredness, insomnia
Nasty moods and attitudes
Grumping, griping, grunting, gripping,
Disappointment, disillusionment, despair,
Anger that we left our family and our real home
Yearning to believe things will be better here
MONOPOLY.
M: Management handled by
O: Only one.
N: Neither his nor her,
O: Oh!
P: people, pity on you.
O: Once its ones, forever gone.
L: Leave or stay.
Y: You are never choice makers, hey!
“I wear the chain I forged in life,” replied the ghost,
“I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on
of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.”
— Marley in Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
“Why is the rum gone?”
“True enough, the compass does not point North…
it points to the thing you want most in the world”
— Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean
f a m o u s for w-h-a-t
what’s friendship, when famous —
drip drip drip of diamonds
gold that clamors and clangs
like a Marley ghost
(the knockers froth)
a revolving door, an arrow
North
West
East
South
Cupid’s conundrum—
a whirring compass,
C-a-p-t-a-i-n Sparrow’s
birds spinning on a clothesline
dropping sans five and dime
w-a-s-t-i-n-g your time
in a party b-u-s t
white powder
angel dust
silk stockings posing on seats
s-m-e-l-l-s of feet
hair tossed like a Caesar salad
jaded olives, glitter dressing
and who w-o-n your underpants
nothing left underneath…
11/26/2019
A man named Disney drew a mouse named Mickey
Now Disney's gone, but Mickey still goes strong
In cartoons and parks from Spain to New York City
Across the globe all kids can sing his song
A melody you simply can't get wrong
Though Disney only lived to sixty-five
That mouse he drew is very much alive
M Makes some people crazy
O Ordinary people kill for it
N Not often, but sometimes…..
E Everyone might agree
Y You need some of it to get by, but not a lot.
Its the start of things to.....
The obstacles that are being planned
The mysteries that needs to be solved
The sleepless nights that occurs occasionally
Its the starts of things to....
The opportunities that are there
The challenges that are bloated in the star
The learning that is essential
Its the start of things to....
The happiness that is in stored
The love that is given unconditionally
The growth that is meant to be
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