Expectancy blooming
For the joy to behold
The journey of women
From the young to the old
Learning in sequence and
Repeating in rhyme
The life of a woman
Is a tale old as time
To nurture and grow
A new generation
To weather and sow
Controlled irrigation
To mend and repair
All that, that is broken
To learn and to teach
All that, that is spoken
From a household of chores
She can surely break free
As long as her follies
Are completed by tea
She can go out to work
And earn a small wage
Maintaining appearance
For life on a stage
She must build a career
Whilst bearing a child
Securing a homestead
Adventure the wild
Develop the future
And learn from the past
The dreams of a woman
Are not meant to last
You can have what you want
But it comes at a price
You must wear many hats
Thats my only advice
You cannot rely on
Your looks and beguile
You'll lose all your fashion
And go out of style
Prepare for conversion
The need to divert
From a wilting wallflower
To an outrageous flirt
A counselling voice
With a sense of direction
Demanding the charge of
Much introspection
STOP STARGAZING
The world is stargazing,
but are we still asleep?
Why can’t we be open-minded,
even though our minds run deep?
Watching the universe’s movement
as it escapes our mind,
the moment we realize it,
we will be out of time.
Stop making fake excuses
and learn the knowledge
to escape the forbidden places
and reclaim our power.
Let our third eye be open
and lean on our understanding,
because to understand the paradox,
it’s going to be very demanding.
Our chakras are not a gift;
awakening them is a necessity to rise,
and reach the top of our crown
to live on high.
So let’s wake up
and reach Heaven’s gate together,
and live as one spiritual being
in His Kingdom forever.
By: MelvinJohnson2026
I have succeeded in my inner world.
It's not success in the material world.
I may have accomplished some things --
too small for the physical world that most people live in.
I don't use math in counting my blessings --
too less for those who have more than enough.
I'm just Me existing in my small, silent world so big... magnified in a non-physical board!...
In my physical world on this planet Earth
Existing in the Northern Hemisphere
I see the beauty of four seasons pass
Like Winter's white, the pastel Spring reborn
Then Summer's vibrant blooms and varied greens
Give in to Autumn's spree of red and golds
I smell the brisk cold air of Winter days
And scents of soup and stew complete the joy
Yet come the Spring, the air is filled with balm
That summer blooms fulfill with perfumed air
To shift the cycle soon to Autumn's bliss
with smells of warm fruit pies and burning leaves
Oh yes, touched by the sting of Winter air
the icy cold of wind and snow outdoors.
And then by Spring's warm breeze that renews hope
To soon feel Summer's balm of beach and pool
Make ready for the cooling Autumn days
To feel the warmth of bonfires once again
I hear the Winter winds that blizzards howl
The steady April rains that nurture Spring
The booming thunderstorms of Summer's fling
And Autumn's sounds of harvest in the fields
Thankful for senses as these seasons fill
My blest physical world on this planet Earth
I found a lone wing --
the cat seemed sleepy
and content;
the mouse took an extra
swallow of whatever no
hurried breath to vent;
the sun had one less shadow
to cast less intent;
the tree branched a sign
cozy nest for rent --
and I continued raking….
The physical world around me to perceive
Five sensual organs are always active.
I can see living- non living objects
enjoying each precise and perfect
I smell each stuff whether pungent or nice !
Fragrant flowers or strong odour of spice
I feel wind even being invisible
while breathing or touch of breeze permissible.
I relish food with amazing taste buds
I survive, though earning bread may be hard .
My brain works, thinks and decides to guide,
Sometimes expressive, sometimes wants to hide.
My tongue is prompt to talk and interact
wilh circumstances to act and react.
I cope up with physical world around.
taking challenge and struggling with surrounds.
Physical world around : Most important
I'm bound to deal with keeping me vibrant.
Physical world around may be hostile
or may be favourable on its sweet style.
Whatever may be my circumstances
' No question of ignoring' arises.
NATURE is still smarter than SCIENCE so far .
Physical world embowers : I surrender.
Those lucky by the place of birth
Condemn those who were not
Born lucky too, so in reverse
They hate those lucky ones a lot
Ain’t this a perfect harmony
In the best of all possible worlds
They’re gonna kill me, to feel free
If I don’t kill them first
Hey you philosophers in your
Big libraries behind the chair
Enlightening how to tax me more
Express your little care
Your ramblings are advocacy
Of those who sign your pay
You’re playing aristocracy
Directing what to think and say
But when the demos gets too loud
You’re giving interviews
Showing outrage against the crowd
That tends to change its views
But you don’t like to be involved
The best of worlds must find
Some nannies, to protect the old
From their own worried minds.
Peace is when you stop chasing
what was here, what was there,
when worries turn to silence
and calm fills up the air.
When you enjoy your moment,
with happiness in your heart,
you feel, you listen, you breathe in nature,
and hear its peaceful art.
When you start finding yourself within,
you find the peace that lives within.
You feel happy with everyone,
and see a part of yourself in everyone.
Sharing without thinking of having less,
caring without expecting anything,
having fun like a child,
free from the weight of everything.
It is not the world that changed,
the world within you became peaceful.
The world within you,
under the same endless sky
Perhaps the sky is also a world
that quietly lives within you.
For when the world within is peaceful,
the world around you can be peaceful too.
Let peace begin within our hearts,
For every change begins with a start.
When we choose compassion, love, and grace,
We take one step toward a more peaceful place.
~RA~
I …
saw a
person today …
mocking the murder of a good man -
making fun of a horrific death
that had played out before the eyes of children
on a sparkling bright, joyous day -
their pure memories, now defiled with blood …
I waited … and waited more
for I half expected the heavens to rend
and a bolt of lightning to strike
this person down …
that’s how egregious this was -
how utterly … disgusting
but all I saw was people celebrating and
cheering this blatant beast of a human
all I heard was the acrid, revolting
sound of derisive laughter …
and I realized then humanity had crossed
a new and remarkable line
where malice and animosity and intolerance -
where the precepts of HATRED -
have become something to celebrate
something … to be proud of …
my knees buckled, my spirit crumbled
and my broken heart wept
for what this new reality might mean to
the futures of my grandchildren
and the precious destiny
of their …
world.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
The clouds will always roll in.
They'll build up, expand, keep coming
Until the day turns to a solid gray.
Storms are good only if they give back,
And when the rains come,
And they only drain the life on this earth, something is dreadfully wrong.
So goes the nutrients, minerals, vitamins and energy-
All washed out.
So goes the cycle-
The circle of living in our dying environments;
So goes the growth-
For the awaited drink of life has been poisoned.
The poison comes from the wicked hands of ignorance, of contempt.
The struggle for life is continuous,
Attacks are everyday in some places.
This is our only home, but
Why do we care so less,
And know so little?
And while storms ravage down here,
And storms rage in the clouds,
Somewhere way above,
There's a great big blue sky
Fighting on the other side.
So much do, so much say, words come
endless minds wondering
Losing sleep like insomnia but I do not claim
Pills or excuse to your conviction of insanity
Same as I who knows what of their actions
Why a heart love so much it hates
Can not destroy love through destruction
It's desire passion of kindness at its best
Are we ashamed of who we become as a nation
That our fight, dignity to freedom falls
In hands those who wants kill us all
Where sin no longer confess but life itself it is
Forgotten commandments to good, burn like flag
Trading your life as the killer pulled trigger
Our behavior, only yourself to blame
Consequences you point if to save your own neck
Radical wars rage but not of peace and change
Concept not logical to theory is only an idea
Where truth to reality you cover eyes
Devastation of chaos a body lays maimed breathless
Their life, was it worth decision of your actions
Another world, unlike evil about to unleash
Defend your own, die like a man; not cowards
Can America be saved desolate grave souls breath
Or face their own demise at hands of demon men
Silent and colder
November is grey
dying leaves fall down
summer shades fading
grey branches sharpen
mixed leaf mounds sparkle
At nighttime's end when I am awake
please give me a no-pains day today,
a no pills and no ills day I pray.
For you and for all mankind I pray.
When World finally decides to awake
let there be no violence today,
no drones and no early deaths today;
no mourning, no suffering I pray.
Let ugly war sleep and peace awake.
Awake today and always, I pray.
Walking in circles under the dripping canopy's leaves,
repeating a sentence someone gave him at twenty.
Terrorise your enemies.
The world moved on while he stood still,
saluting the old invisible flag.
Stand your ground.
Voices called his name from the edge of the trees,
but every kindness sounded like a trick.
Never surrender.
Counting the years by how many ghosts went silent,
the mission remained loud in his head.
Hold the line.
Better to starve than admit the hunger was pointless,
rather be feared than feel foolish.
Show no retreat.
It is not truth that convinces him,
but a formal command,
stepping out of the past.
"Lay down your arms."
So, Onoda walked out of the jungle at last,
wearing three decades of orders as his only story.
His identity.
Can you imagine a world that has only peace and no more war
Living as equals so there is nothing to fight for
Can you imagine a world where there will be no more sin and nobody ever mentions the colour of your skin
Can you imagine a world where you still have a choice
Where we all stand together, talking with one voice
Can you imagine a world where there is no hunger or starvation?
Standing together, not strangers but as one nation
Can you imagine a world where your religion is your choice?
When all the world is prying, they are heard in one voice
Can you imagen a world where you can stop people dying
Mend broken hearts and stop the painful crying
Can you imagine a world no longer broken and torn apart,
If you could have a world of peace, where would you start
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