Seeing her in my minds eye.
watching Jesus meet me in the sky.
Quaking as he shows me his words.
Trusting in Kami to be my best friend forever.
Awaiting Jesus soon return.
drinking my coffee watching YouTube.
Slowly trusting in love to win this war.
Surrender to Love Guarding my heart from silence.
Feeling alone then I look at my friends face.
He has helped me always.
She is distant now for like weeks of silence.
Sometimes I only Have Jesus as my comfort cause she is not talking to me any more.
Jesus I want to surrender to you more and never look for love In this life anymore.
FOLDED PAGES FILL BOXES AND BINS
FINGER PRINTS STAIN WHERE SPIT
WAS USED TO TURN THE PAGES
MY NOVEL SCREAMS OUT FOR
RESPITES FROM MY TEAK WOOD
DESK MEMORIES FADE BECOMING
DIM ABRUPTLY SHINING A LIGHT
AT THE BOTTOM OF THE DOOR A LEAF
FALLS WRITERS BLOCK HAS GONE HOME
FOR A SEASON I SUPPOSE AN YET
I'M NOT WILLING TO PUT PEN TO
PAPER I'M NOT WILLING TO WRITE
I'M NOT WILLING TO TYPE WHY I'M
NOT WILLING TO LISTEN TO MY MUSES
CHANTING FROM AFAR AS BANGLADESH
DANCES COLORFUL CHIMES GEMS JINGLES
AS THE ELEPHANT CALMNESS ABODE STANDING
THERE STAMPING HIS FEET THE DANCE OF
A LIFETIME UNFOLDS MY PAGES ARE FLOWN
AROUND MY ROOM AS LEAVES THIS BLUSTERY
FIND MINGLING WITH MY MINDS EYE LEAVING
A RED DOT ON MY FOREHEAD MY GREATEST
NOVEL FINALLY SAY'S THEE END
I recall walking round about in silly circles
Always ended up back home
Doom averted
Silent shouts for joy and bliss
My Kamera you captured my heart
Wavy chips and sour grits
echoes of you foot steps in the distance
I see you with my eyes open In my Minds eye
Under avowed distance we grew deeper and deeper in Love
Perth or Waco or York I am Kami's forever where ever I am
Nothing can destroy my Love for you Milla my Best friend
Our Love is Eternal
All terrain passing over sand stones from a distance catering to the hillside the mountain sent down a calming coolness while the barrels of oil leaked my minds eye focused on the stone slabs beneath the mountaintop grinding as the convoy entered the hidden nooks conveyed by night hiding under day teal lavender fabric covered my being hints of dates aroused my senses while meaningful gestures crowded my space chatter invaded this telepathically disdained balance covenant by old disagreements that poured out into the caves my knees trembled as I'm being quite pampered by kings giant screems facing every direction nations gathering for a group meet up my hands are kissed peppermint teas are chills served in brass tea containers looking over the world exploding I am comforted i am safe I am kandahar
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
Bone Beach was the favorite spot
for a Halloween town stop.
It had a castle made of blackened sand
that had the claw prints of bony hands.
Bone Beach straight out in full display
with no secret did it try to convey.
Back in time I traveled in my minds eye
wondering what stories they had before they die?
Bone Beach cracked with tails of the deceased
listen to them all for the anguish increase.
Perhaps at Halloween one would go for a gaze,
although to navigate it might be a maze.
Bone Beach, is a stop full of gloom
But some people want to visit I assume.
The wind cold and cutting,
The rain razor sharp,
A lonely Willow tree drips sadly on a
Bench in the park,
The sky dances with flashing lightening,
My heart pounds as nature’s power
Begins unleashing
Thunder so frightening,
Its raw beauty howling
In my ears, my spirit crying
In defiance against this squall,
And nature’s gall.
The dark black clouds dissipate, a dull cloud
Cover appears, then as suddenly strays,
To reveal a star bright sequined sky.
Earth and its wonders intoxicating,
In my minds eye, my imagination soars,
I See turquoise turtles, stripped unicorns,
Fantasy flowing,
From my veins and pores,
Such a delightful, delicate ethereal reality,
A collection of the unbelievable, which seems to
Clash with rationality.
Spring, the most most delicious, picture perfect
Season of the year,
That brings a childlike calm and nulls the mind of fear,
Reveals a magic that seems not of this world,
Let every being enjoy this buoyant feel,
When disbelief becomes believe, and clear skies
Clear one's mind and takes the wheel.
If only swallowing a knife could cut the words from my minds eye
So complex open wounds would slowly bleed until its veins run dry
Carving a way for my vexations, though my heart will never be free
To release the tournament of deeply hemorrhaging wounds in me
Born with chains on my wrists,
wondering through life a mist,
lost and forgotten for so long,
in a dark tunnel no light shines through,
growing and learning as life goes on trying
to find myself in this harsh world.
Hitting the peak of spiritually,
breaking generational curses while
fighting life's battles,
enclosed in a cocoon emerging as a butterfly,
spreading my wings soaring, and learning to fly,
looking within fighting myself in my minds eye.
Falling down and getting back up,
the hardest part is giving up,
as a caged bird I sing my song,
wanting to be heard and seen as me,
looking into the mirror seeing myself for the first time
realizing I was always free.
It's a Langston Hughes kind of day
filled with dutiful hints of Robert frost
within the sudden humor and vague
eccentricity of Ernest hemmingway
the quiet freedom of Nikki Giovanni
with a cunning soul shaking enlightment
of Maya Angelo tinged with the noble
excitement of John keats as the clouds
move into this rapture an intriguing sheer
fondness of William butler Yeats while
the soft dem lights over the lake hits
my minds eye just so as I'm quite
taken by the sinking thoughts of
Virginia woolf beckoning my innermost
calm peeking through wooden slats
exposing the granduer of Gwendolyn Brooks
smile mastering greatness beneath broken
planks on the sunscreen porches even so
i dare change a thing about this glorious
day this Langston Hughes kind of day
Whispers are battling with my soul’s delight,
Shining on half of my senses in time.
Mute the translation in its rhythm away from the drum beat in my mind.
What the micro vibratos may mean to this moment that festers down the long road,
A language that does
compute in my hard drive.
Thought processes cancel the overwhelming expanse of my lungs,
As each inhale and exhale folds and withers.
In that time the initial thought processes flood my minds eye,
And engulf every ounce of my being.
Which forces the beauty and semblance of my persona,
To parish into the oblivion unmistakably in the depths below.
The sea and sky only fall victim to the earth once in the rotation of the sun.
But all I figure in the voice that echos in my chambers eye,
Like sweet honey combs to my ears.
For if it challenges my courage,
Moves and pushes through the smoke and mirrors.
And begins to figure the apertures were the very essence of my humanity comes full circle.
On the edge of the years calculation of my absolute consecration in this world.
Meet my friends Nip also Tuck here
in my imaginary...
came to flabber, jabber with us,
Right there!
swimming together!
see them...
Nip is a master of diguises,
can change any color, skin texture,
rearange any tentacle size,
in water, murky! salt! a mixture
Tuck has super senses,
makes no mistake,
with intense vibrations,
can enter a metabolic state...
We'll go for some mouthwatering bites,
through my inner Abyss, one salty sea,
All- having insatiable appetites...
let's lose Tuck, so not to nip you or me,
on our way is a Laugh Inn Dinner,
delites, they serve, me'ate'o'rights,
taste better than condence...
'there'- We'll build confidence, or not,
We'll need to shed a tear
upon our sudden 'wake-up'
for our escape, without fear
an a tear, we'll need to take
to get back out, from here,
a single tear-drop, from an eye,
drip us, out of an optical sphere,
back...back...back from my minds-eye
for this dream will not reappear!
Or you can simply Click: ( Close X )
Moments
Within wild windswept wonderlands
I take cautiously casual steps forward
Catching each moments brilliant breath
For every turn leads lazily down
A roughly laid radiant road.
Spectacular sumptuous scents
Beckon my beautiful binding inhale
Capturing exultant and powerful scenes
That lazily linger in well composed fields
As I quietly hum to the beautiful tune
That calmly disguises itself as a breeze,
And then I find my glances at gregarious greenery
Remarkably breathing colour
And my wide eyes take in the unimaginable.
Steps slowly usher to a stop
And to my minds eye I fall suspect
Toward lovely lingering life bestowed
Upon this magnificent magical moment
That is everything within my mind.
CNK
Meeting you here at last grasping
every thought every meaningful
gesture I'd wrap myself up in the
essence of your bronzed glow
slowing lowering my minds eye
to the depth of your soul capturing
this bountiful energy that seemed
to restore over and over again
mastered to the faint beating of
my heart mimicking ancient drums
of an untimely epoch insecurities
hidden beneath ageless notions
why I'd opened the doors to a nurtured
love paradox remembered without
effort concealed with truth a natural
fruited appetite for passions found
unmeasured an yet we'd balanced
yesterday and tomorrow today
Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen Holy Woman of God
God bless America
On a late Summer day in August
a light breeze is the catalyst
for winged dragons that emerge.
I watch an ancient tradition
unfold before my eyes
as the dragonflies dance.
They swoop, they dive,
and then bow, and curtsy
pirouetting on air currents.
In my minds eye
I see myself dancing
With the winged creatures.
We dance for the designer,
rejoicing in exuberance
for the gift of earthly days.
Forever changed we become
as He joins in the dance,
and we dance symmetrically.
Someday the King and I
will for all eternity
dance with the dragonflies.
the roaring tides rolled in anger
sat beside me nothing else as I
began to slowly slip into my self
consciousness consoling my inner
most thoughts catering to a rather
chafe metaphor beseeching counsel
embracing righteousness anxiously
covenanting bitterness wildly tamed
emotions creating solitude a vague
rapture mastered my minds eye
withering madness sunk into a sultry
need for wrath in a strange time of day
capturing malice reaching morbidly
for candid cries the seas mist kissed
the shore once more balancing upon
fragile shoulders of vintage broad banks
slashing stone into the rivers edge
entering myself hence soothing the Nile
Written 7-16 -2022 by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
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