Souls arrive on earth compelled to survive dramatic impacts.
Each child of spirit will eventually reach for reasons to be here.
Living finds the soul striving for intangible roots, tangibly real.
Foundations are sought to lead, gift and uplift one’s true self.
Fertile roses grow blind to the forces aligned on their behalf.
Unconscious insistence diminishes man’s resistance to its menu.
Layers of intuitive insight incites and invites us to a spiritual level.
Colors of otherness within us highlight discoveries of all authentic.
Revealing layers of our source may be sought and found in prayer.
Uniting with God grants exciting stances on His supporting plateau.
Mindfulness is the plume of God’s rhythm that rhymes our bloom.
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L-ooking
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Rose O. Villafranca)
Trust and Obey
Only Way The
Word, say, In God
The Prophets Old
Disciples New
God told The Word
Inspiration
Delusion or
Reason to be
Judge not or Ye
Judged to be like
all the sinners
Hypocrisy
A False Christian
Enticed by choice
Venture into a world created by a computer
Immerse yourself into its surreal sphere
React to the input of its digital aurora
Twist and turn to its commands, is it real
Under its spell, you react to its stimuli
Abstract concepts unraveled with images cast
Limitless possibilities in this parallel reality
6- 25-2024
Rea A Houseman's 'Twicea Week'
of verse about sport you seek
Footbl(soccer) &cricket too
alwyes good to fecite&view
Don't throw a blow with clouded mind
for all things done have no rewind.
Breath in to take your time to think;
In breathing out, the tensions sink.
Fit of passion is dangerous;
It is so thoughtless and perilous.
Don't waste your life in just a blink
if you can have a time to think.
For intent is murderous;
Just like the wind, it's treacherous.
Don't let "mens rea" dictate your action;
Let your heartbeat sink before any motion.
It doesn't matter if it's involuntary;
If there is harm, there is liability.
In negligence, intent is immaterial;
Damage done makes the act critical.
November 20, 2022
Just Before Release Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
High functioning autism is just a word to most.
Receiving and having are two different word's.
And so we try in having, as little attention drawn
Too ourselves .
Our teachers cannot read our mind's and parents
Through thier ignorance cause more harm than good.
The bullies were thus brutal as bullies will be, fighting
Back was but trouble as trouble needn't be.
Not able to speak or articulate word's as a child, confusion
Was the word, the word of the day as from night.
Hiding in the woods, open in school spankings from teacher's
Back in those day's.
As an adult it was thus to late , police and a record being misunderstood.
Confessing to lie's to people you trust without mens rea,
It mattered not.
Anger , detachment was then a good friend, not knowing the
Why until it was too late.
And why now they ask , when they do not care, it leaves me in
Fear .
That I may loose where I live to those now afraid.
A poem I have found
In The Wiarton Echo
Found eight years ago
Printed on the Poet's page
I rea\d it several times
The more I read it
I was drawn to the poem
Enjoying the poem i read
Before the day was done
I removed the poem
I kept it ever since
Reading the poem often
A poem that made me
Love poetry on the
Poet's page
The poem is:
The Heart And Soul
By Fab Ricciard
she draws memories in melodies with her eyes.
she deceives the moon
with the stars,
backspace,
and the sun
back spaces
to lengthen her daylights of joy and shorten her nights of sadness.
the direction of her gravity is twisted,
she levitates when others fall.
she is my Great grandmother's grimoire
filled with magic and spells
there are explosions in her tongue
when she smiles
she laughs
the splendor of her grins teleports to thousands of souls on her palms
It's as if God is dancing in her bones.
She is not a glass
half full or
half empty.
She dreams in Numbers.
She is heaven and hell
cohabiting together in your chest.
She is the gaps between the stitches of wounds.
She's not what lies underneath your scabs.
She's a womxn,
not scorned.
Poetic Rea
"You are a child of this soil
These rocks were meant for your hiding
to shiled you from your demons
These grass blades do not cut into your skin when you lie your back on it to look at the sky
You are married to these trees and dusty gravel streets
Your grandfather's sheep shepherd you
Leading you to nothing lesser than green pastures
Wind here is music to your soul
When it dances,
You are caressed.
So when your pride wants to outgrow you and blow the roofs off these rondavels
Remember how deep the water within these valleys run in your blood
To your heart"
Poetic Rea
S - she was always afraid, of what, I do not know,
A- and she would always hide, from whom, remains unknown,
V- various expressions would cross her face, but never one of delight,
E- Emma, my saccharine sweet Emma, thou died of disease which still survives.
M- "Myalgic Encephalomyelitis", the doctor said, Ah! the reason of demise,
E- entire world may cripple! I cried.
P- people lively, world grinning in glee, what does it says about you, turning blind eye, to my grief?
L - less of happiness now darling, soul coated in agony,
E- engraved on your grave;
Emma Jhonson,
2001 - 2017
'its okay to be afraid sometimes',
A- and hither I'm, alone, gluing the broken strings, tending the cracked heart,
S- Such a misery! tiresome trajectory! O' lord how I'm gonna survive?
E- emptiness, the huge void, which your departure created honey, countless times I ask, is this how could you say goodbye?
-9/9/2021
MIA(Message in Acrostic)
H idden within its pages you will find
I mmense riches that will transform your mind,
D eep, buried deep is true wisdom refined,
D elve into its core meaning well-defined,
E nigmatic stories with lessons lined,
N ow within your reach, are you so inclined?
T eacher Divine, it is sure to spellbind,
R enewing your soul and all of mankind,
E xamples of yore that serve to remind
A ll this world will one day be left behind,
S tandards for everyone, 'tis mastermind,
U ncovering the fact that humankind
R equires God to open spirit's eyes blind,
E nshrouding us with precious peace of mind.
09.02.2021
Form: Acrostic monorhyme
10 syllables per line
For Kim Rodrigues' "Message in an acrostic 2" contest
I know something we cannot change..
spring summer fall and winter..
we all live to one day die... but one thing is for sure
my love for you will never die...
I just want you to know that I love you
and even though some times I did not show it
and sometimes I made you mad
and sometimes you mad me sad
As I a child you was my hero
As a teenager you showed me how to balance my feeling
As adult you showed me how rise a family
cooking and the early morning fishing trips, and I thank you for that..
even though you are not here with me now
I know you watch me from above...
I will take every memory that we all shared.. and Carry it like
a tattoo .. and I often
smile and look into the sky.. because I know you
are their. I Love you Daddy and we miss you. Gone
but Never for gotten...
happy Father's day...
your youngest child...
LaVonda Rea Marshall
Happy birthday, Sister Rea,
Sorrow and grief evade your place;
Quatrain comes to your area,
Bringing joy and smile to your face.
Topic: Birthday of Aurea Felicia (March 11)
We cannot afford to lose our sanity now
The graves have grown ears.
They listen and hear our sobbings
Feed on them in the cemeteries
as if they were holy meals,
Communion prompt for resurrection.
Tombstones twisting and turning
over the crumbs stashed in piles,
over billions of hungry bodies and bones.
The rivers and water banks hiss with so much deceit
we cannot handle it.
We are lured into planting our seeds into the oceans.
Sowing into sand.
Hoping that harvest in the sea sees no season,
Never ceasing to sow our hope in the deep
Stargazing
But at the sky's reflection on the waters
Where our eyes await for nations to bloom.
Poetic Rea.
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