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Christina Rivera Poem
Pillar of Awesomeness
You are Woman
Toiling away the long hot day
Making sure of this and that
Hasty movements more graceful than those of any dancer
Pillar of Love
You are Woman
Tending to your brood with attention and care
Making sure your men are fed, clothed, bathed
Looking lovely as ever in your cute green shirt that matches your eyes
Pillar of Diligence
You are Woman
Learning to NOT accept no for an answer
Finding ways to make pennies stretch
Never giving up hope in the dreams you've set for yourself
Pillar of Strength
You are Woman
Doing what you can to make my life seem brighter
Asking nothing in return
Worth more than any diamond, my sister, my friend
Epitome of Woman
You are my Pillar
Copyright © Christina Rivera | Year Posted 2005
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Christina Rivera Poem
Speak to me and sing your songs, Brother Tree.
Tell me of the years you've spent
Trying to survive.
Teach me the knowledge, Sister Stream
Of seasons past.
Show me how to find my way in the rhythm of
Your flow.
Sit with me a moment, Father Time
Silently recalling memories shared.
Embrace me gently for as long as you can.
Lull me to sleep, Mother Earth
For I'm weary after my long, hard day.
Allow me to rest in your bosom,
Then,
Send my soul flying home.
Copyright © Christina Rivera | Year Posted 2005
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Christina Rivera Poem
What are we doing? Shutting off the world like
a switch! Becoming faceless, tasteless, hopeless?
We cloud our minds with different kinds of topics.
From TV shows to cell phone woes, which celebrity
is cheating, and the wife already knows!
We close our ears and cover our eyes, to the
truth, as we choose our lies.
Humans are dying and no one cares, Lest the
human was wealthy and left some heirs.
Forced to live in fear? Or, did we choose it?
Are we fighting for our freedom or fighting to
lose it? Surrendering ourselves more and more each
day, to GREED, (we call it NEED), and ignorance.
We create our bliss, oasis, paradise, and we are okay.
Always still, judging others, pointing fingers,
keeping tabs, and taking notes.
BLAMING! BLAMING! BLAMING! Anyone but ourselves!!
Drugging our children, new disease, Amazing Cure-All!
For What? What is right? What is left?
Sadness, heartache, pain, isolation...
Just like we planned.
We give our souls to those who intend to break us.
They want to take us and make us into clones,
Turn us to stone, steal our uniqueness, and
mark our bodies in the depth of our weakness.
We forgot on our own that HE was here, what WE
did, but still we hid, behind that promise, and
continued to sin, continued to lust, to use and
abuse. We made excuses and excuses for our excuses.
What is left? What is right?
When we look deep inside, we come to find and
realize, our hearts don't lie.
If we try too hard to rely on the mind, we will
surely become lost and die, our souls will remain
hollow...
But if we learn to be patient... and...listen
to our hearts, in time, our souls will
follow...
Copyright © Christina Rivera | Year Posted 2005
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Christina Rivera Poem
Shining sun searing, sizzling, my scorched skin.
Summer summons suddenly, stories set sometime ago
Stories shaped so astonishingly, some say shadowy specter
Silently satisfied I sit, savoring seasoned story-tellers
Steadily speaking so sweet.
Soliciting salacious, sarcastic stories
Some stories sassily satirical.
Searing sun, scorching, smoldering our unshielded skin
Summer sings syrupy songs, songs so sweet soundingly
Symphonic
Smooth, symbolic, and surreal.
Summer sun setting silently
Setting silently summer stars...
Copyright © Christina Rivera | Year Posted 2005
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