How to give.? Why give? In giving we can reach out..Renewal springs from giving..Giving
Is more powerful if from a glad spirit.' In
Fertile increase beleive.' For giving echoes of abundance.' God is truly so.' Rich in all things, both spiritual and physical..Give and reap in the Name above all names, feed the spirits of those you meet, give to
Your animals, speak soothing words to them, open your spirit to God, and He will
Open your spiritual ears and eyes ever more, for He is the source of all that uplifts, He dispenses all that endures in
Goodness, praise Him as you rise, as you
Work.' As you prepare for sleep, let blessings be upon your lips continually
Praise the Lord for He alone is worthy.!
Dictionaries inspire me to do better
I hold one on my lap about an hour a day
Collecting nouns, verbs, and phrases that delight me
Tasting tantalizing words, being taught new things
Ideas parading up and down out of the book onto my mind
Outstanding way to celebrate my status as a life-long learner
New knowledge uplifts me, enthuses me, shakes me out of ditches
A terrific way to begin any kind of poem or story
Review, revise, renew rustic ideas and ridiculously new phrases
You miss out if you do not have a dictionary on your lap daily
J's good
K's mood
J prays
K lays
leis' scent
trees bent
pleas heard
gifts served
from sky
from High
birds sing
Winds bring
on hills
and tops
wind mills
that clap
tots play
and pray
like trees
and plants
hon'bees
not rants
gentle
sober
J asked
facemask
from K's
sand flask
a toy
K buoy
so cute
not mute
then K
asked J
"What's life?"
Life's good!
J prayed
and swayed
"Thank you."
For what?
"You're there!..."
as friend
who hears
and clears
my spot
not blot
who cares
not dares
and helps
not yelps
for years
not tears
uplifts
not drifts
who stays
on days
hot days
wet days
hears me
cheers me...
Oh dear...
God's good!
like us
Bless Us!
They knelt
and felt
the Sun
that shines
the Moon
not whines
smiling
with clouds
twirling
in crowds.
Life's good
Be good!...
We were created with love,
By Love Himself, and to be loved.
Fashioned in the image of the Divine,
Breathing purpose from the very start.
Love for God who formed us from dust,
Love for our parents who guided our steps,
Love for our neighbors in need of grace.
Love selflessly given, poured out like rain,
Freely offered, never kept in chains.
Love without blemish, pure as the morning light,
Unstained by pride or hidden spite.
Love that uplifts the weary soul,
Encourages the broken to rise and be whole.
It is the thread that binds heaven to earth,
The quiet strength in moments of trial,
The gentle hand that restores what was hurt.
In giving this love, we reflect the Father’s heart,
And find the truest joy He meant from the start.
So let us live each day in this holy design —
Loving without measure, selfless and kind.
For we were created with love,
By Love, and forever to be loved.
cool crisp refreshing
waters of Guyana
rejuvenating ambiance
plunging into her depths
I feel reborn and alive
secrets of the ancients
held in place by these waters
I feel my ancestry
in my bones and wet hair
Feeling cherished and beloved
I do not want to emerge
this cocoon of life uplifts me
I want to rejoice and celebrate
the waters of Guyana
I took a look into my eyes as I reminisce on this journey called life
In my reminiscing, I was lost from the physical world but was live in my thoughts
Just like waves, I was shocked by my findings, just as the hologram, the world is full of fake people
The taste for a better life kills the angel within, now it's here and all that's left are demons, how sad and bitter
What's trust? It's but a plate of potage, bought with my rights
In this ring of life, I've been beaten down but refuse to stay down, I want to be angry at the world but it's not the way
The anger boils hot in me, yet I smile as I walk through my thoughts,
The bitterness of my soul is likened to that of the hulk, but I chose not to be a destroyer
What's the way I ask, but the look in my eyes says nothing, the chaos in my head creates a secret order
The venom from the bite of the viper which I picked out of kindness try to corrupt me, but all mustn't suffer for the sin of one
As the drums of war beats and the chants of my brothers uplifts my moral, I preach love because it's the only way.
Buds
brightly
pop open
as Goddess Spring
showers each with love
and sun uplifts
burgeoning
April
blooms.
Black art will never whisper
It comes with its own rhythm,
Feet tapping to the djembe,
Reminiscing of home.
It survives in the hands that bend color into opportunity,
In bantu knots of constellations
Marking where we have been and still left to go.
It croons on street corners
On canvasses, big and bold.
Every line spoken, every beat formed
Uplifts our coily hair towards the sun.
We honor the echoes
We hold the same truth
We are the sound.
Carrie, the colorful hippo was misunderstood by some
Not by me, I know her well; she is insanely fun.
The things she does make me laugh and sing.
She likes to dance; she sure can swing!
We garage sale, and she buys outrageous stuff.
Wears them on her body, makes a rhinestone cuff.
I watch her put together her ensemble and I smile.
I think we will have a friendship for quite a while.
Today Carrie is dressed in all my favorite colors I see.
Turquoise, pink, orange, a bit green around her knee.
She uplifts my mood, puts me instantly in party mode.
Carrie is one of my main influencers, like cherry pie alamode.
sun has baked the metal arm of this chair
I may have a third degree burn now
it is easy to ignore the pain
vitamin D uplifts and refreshes me
a dragonfly daintily flies toward me
is that a locust? no another dragonfly
I sit on this sun porch soaking up rays
it is a calm hot August day
I spy three more dragonflies
for the first time realize how colorful my shirt is
oranges, turquoise, blues, purples and pinks
they probably think I am a giant flower
Like bouquet of wine
sensually alluring
like the smell of rain
an earthy whiff of wetness…
The sweet aroma of spring.
Love is all we need
love is all-encompassing
our hope, our worship
The salty breeze of the sea
The soothing shades of the trees.
I stroll down a trail
under canopy of trees
tranquil, sun-dappled,
the light uplifts my spirit
and the shadows soothe my soul.
The scent of flowers
strives to set my soul free from
the trials of life
persuading my forlorn heart,
Why do I in anguish weep?
~Contest: A Garland String of Tankas
~Sponsor: John Anderson.
India’s caste still decides our dignity—
Not just apathy, but our lived condition,
We react the moment we perceive another’s identity.
The rage of symbols distracts us;
Language flares—
Wounding the non-native.
Our sphere dreams of “Viksit Bharat”,
But it doesn’t rhyme with reality—
We still breathe in the same old Bharat,
With the same claims, yet to combat (discrimination).
As we undergo vicissitudes, knowledge of boundless skies—
Which uplifts us every single time
Like bilingual voices flowing into a multilingual style,
Soaking every vein of mine.
So—educate! Agitate! Liberate!
For in the human rage of this world,
We are sunken in discrimination, differentiation, and segregation;
At every stage.
Come—let us do good, be good,
And stand as one among others.
in the quiet of a perfect evening,
i pray with a smile on my face for the first time in years
i have finally feeling light, merry, and bright, for i have shed each all remaining tears
the moon smiles at me through gentle flowing waters
magic in the form of a moderately chilly breeze uplifts me and my positive thoughts
the Christmas Spirit inspires a transformation
at the same time a Personal Reunion takes place
a sudden warmth consumes me in the form of Radiant Effervescence
the stars align as a sincerely friendly wave
the reassurance and its underlying guarantee makes me come out of my cave
i notice MySelf thinking about shopping for Christmas presents
i am imagining MySelf hanging stockings on nails in the wall with care
i find MySelf reminiscing about seasons past and the Comfort and Joy they brought
i see MySelf pouring out some eggnog for The Ones Who Made It All So
i free MySelf and Discover More New Vibes that i never thought i would Know
If pessimists you need to find
They are passing through
If they push you, never mind
They're busier than you
Bending over their phone
Chatting with a friend
They end up sleeping alone
With the phone in hand
I don’t have their modern tools
For I’m an optimist
My glass is usually half-full
And I can’t resist
Playing loud some chosen stuff
That uplifts my soul
Getting lil’ more than enough
Of my rock n' roll.
the refrigerator of my dreams features a waterfall
A moving waterfall that greets me when I open her door
She is filled with healthy fruits and vegetables.
They spill out and form an oasis when her door is opened.
She greets me with a pleasing Dinah Shore voice.
Wishes me well, asks about my children, makes me feel special.
I can sit on her rocks and let her waterfall gently flow over my hair.
We commune in silent appreciation, this refrigerator and I.
She holds my secrets inside her soul, revealing them to no one.
We are a terrific team, because we appreciate each other in many ways.
She is empathetic and wonderfully kind. She brings nature into the kitchen.
When I am sad, I open her up and we commiserate together.
She uplifts me and enlightens me. We are pals.
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