She walked into the room without any word, and with familiars eyes staring through her whispering a silent, "Why "?
And then walked past every mirror, hoping her reflection somehow change, become lighter figure.
A little more acceptable to a world that taught to fade when they were born to be seen?
And then she think why did society neglected the darker kids with a fade figure?
Then she stopped and looked at herself.
"I'm beautiful in every way. "
I'm just beautiful in the way I carry myself, ln the way I stand
In the way i represent my self without asking permission to take up space.
Brown skin are natural Tan
Glows with the every kiss the sun leaves upon me.
And my thick hair it is my mink coat, a crown of richness not everyone can afford .
I am the girl
Who learned to love her reflection, the girl who turned her scars into petals _
And the strongest flowers and the ones that“bloom through every season”
Kingdom’s ways
Sunrises to Sunsets
Days into many tomorrow’s
Praising to the highest
Blessings for sure
Saw my life up close
Visions Heaven showed me
Virtues mounted
Night dreams
Skies to my heart
Spiritual wise
Creation Whole
Heaven’s Promise
My place to roam
Peaceful and Calm
Joyful and Prayer
My story embraced in Heaven’s name
Keep walking in the glory aim
Lead me on to where milk, Honey and waters flow
You know my name and have called me
Here I am
By and By understanding
The one day now
My Grand Mother often spoke
Now I know
Here I am
The walk and Talk
Here I am
She didn't walk the way the world expected
None could guess what storm she had weathered
She moved and moved and never stopped
And her every footstep was strong and bold.
With a body that has carved its own battles
Adversity could not shake her firmness
She carried none of its sting and bitterness
But joyfully shared only smiles and sweetness.
While we speak of limits and constraints
She spoke of immense possibilities
Always exploring her potentialities
And lived them as graceful entities.
She refused any act of sympathy
And spurned faint token of empathy
All the time stood firmly saying no to pity
Predictably preferred the ground of dignity.
Legacy of self-dependency and dignity she sowed.
In her life journey all along, she has proved
That Power and strength are not measured
in strides but in the grit and spirit imbued.
Walked along the beach today
Then decided to go swimming
Won't go to the deep water area
Because deep water isn't suitable
For us
Children of God
Welcome to a beautiful day
Making ourselves sleep late
So we should enjoy it as much
As we can
Because one day, these days
Will slowly drift away
Children of God
Welcome to a wonderful day
Let's not waste this day
Making ourselves go to bed late
Dreams from retold of
Ancient paths the holy
Walked.
Resist all illusion.
I dance blindly in
Your storm, carried away
By Your phantasm.
Episodes of reincarnation
Entangled Your roots with mine,
Binding me still
To Your resilience.
Soulful melodies enrapture
My heart.
A song bleeding through
Every fibre
Of my possessed being.
I walked the surface of the earth
like a fly on a bulb of light -
and for what it may be worth,
I suffered, not, a better plight.
Love walked in, and took a bow —
Certain I was, for not a familiar face,
Surely it must be in the wrong place…
I mean, where have you been so long?
Up till now, not a Blooming Trace!
Nowhere when needed most, my heart
Forlorn with a canyon space – reconciled
To the fact that with a Soul-mate I was not blessed
From birth --
But, if you can cut the lawn, and do
General Home repair, Then~ Welcome Love,
I will Declare!
I walked along,
the Columbia river -
only to find
missing pieces of myself.
The lamb's ear
that was so simple
and soft
to touch
While I was walking
I was thinking-
about grief and how
it makes you, you
is it a prayer, or an answer?
or self-reflection
With my mind
wandering, about the world
and where I belong
I kept walking
I followed him
with bowed head
and borrowed faith,
until my feet grew heavy
from walking
another man’s truth.
I walked away
not in pride,
but in sorrow.
For how can one become the light
by standing in its shadow?
I looked into the mirror of my soul
and saw his face
already there.
He whispered,
not with words,
but with silence.
Silence taught me
what sermons could not.
Listening became my prayer.
I lost myself
in desire,
in gold,
in longing.
Only then
did wisdom find me.
By the river
I learned time is a lie,
and pain is a teacher.
The water spoke gently:
You must break
to understand wholeness.
I walked away from purity,
and found truth in failure.
No path fits every soul.
I loved.
I suffered.
I let go.
And only then I knew—
love,
not intellect,
completes the soul.
Each house's age'd lineaments
For grand old styles impress
Nodded of whom, if not bowed to
Lured back as twere, Time through.
Each, feeling, passed of us by is
Whilst more composed, walking
Re-dignified. Keeps not in step
With this era's blunt pep!
* suburb in melbourne
I slept as time slipped quietly by
Was my slumber as deep as theirs
those youths of Eshab-i Kehf,
drifting through corridors of an ancient dream?
I forgot myself,
my name, my shape, my soul.
Memory vanished;
day and night faded into the same pale shade.
The world turned its tale,
weaving grief into the loom of history.
COVID devoured the breath of millions,
and still, I slept.
How many dawns passed? I cannot say.
In Palestine, they died,
And then I awoke.
But soon the air grew heavy,
Smoke thick with sorrow pulled me under again.
In that hush,
cries echoed through the void:
“End the war, stop the dying.
I can bear no more.”
Still, I lay
curled in the hollow of the earth,
while time stepped over me,
while time passed through me,
leaving a wonder I could not name.
Was I alive? Was I gone?
Or suspended between,
a guest of some ghostly dream?
My mind, a fractured mirror,
its pieces scattered in silence.
Fatigue, a fog pressed against the soul.
And here I linger still...
an aching wraith, a solitary watcher
at the fragile gate of sleep.
UN delegates walk out on Israel’s Prime Minister speech
They all walked out, feigning scorn
This is how decency gets mourned
That walk of shame, like the perps
The deaf and dumb, immoral twerps
The rotten body of UN
It shows it’s worth, I am no fan
Most sided strongly with Hamas
The slime that dreams of “Jews to gas”
The world’s a very cruel place
It wants a scum in Zion’s space
Condemning not kidnapped and killed
“The Palestine’s Sweethearts Guild”
Baptized by shame, for all to see
They wouldn’t listen to a plea
Well done Hamas, Iran, Qatar
This walk, both vile and bizarre
The evil spirits ran for cover
In hallways they preferred to hover
While facts dissected utter darkness
The uglies couldn't stand the starkness
Yet truth prevails, be it known
Israel wins, if all alone
No, never be no Palestine
An outcome to which resign
September 26, 2025
a bee, a fly and a mosquito walked into a car
the driver kept going, he went pretty far
the bee was alive, crawling in a mad way
where is the mosquito? fly did quickly say
they never saw him again, their little friend
a blood-sucking monster whom I am glad met his end
Why, I wonder long…
For cracks on heels he be mocked--
A thing all so wrong
That one is heavily docked--
Who, on path of values walked.
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Tanka (Senryu + couplet) |12.09.2025 | irony, values, world
and before us a big strawberry moon
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
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