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Felicia Jefferson-Weaver- Jefferson Poem
The Personification of Success
Success when seen with my eyes looks like quilts, diaries, prayers chastening rods and lots of hugs, off to school and then to college even marriage too.
Success smells like pastures with cows horses and chickens in a coop, orchids in the meadows, daisy’s and pine and big tall paper trees and Squirrels running on the power line ; rabbits running through the bushes, smoke from the wood left from previous campers which lingers .
Success taste like a
feast on the table with lots of apple pies, you know Turkey with dressing rice with gravy , and a green beans recipe you got from your neighbor.
Success sounds like laughter, cheering and little children playing .grandma and grandpa giving sound advice; oh wait it sounds like my fast car playing melodies on the radio I like to hear; and my favorite TV shows and funny episodes.
Success I can touch it my with my hands, because it
Feels like real possessions from my labor, I can sigh with relief because of my achievement. I really work hard and do what is right and I am free to live good.
Success Is displaying charity through the lenses of hope giving with only good intentions asking nothing in return as was taught to you and displayed by people who have come before you ; for Instance, you recall your parents , Pastors ,teachers , mentors and friends. Their success exemplifies just how it should be.
The end.
By Felicia Elizabeth Jefferson written for my Children to inspire them to follow after success.
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Who you are is who you are!
Who you are is who you are and you should be respected as yourself and because God made you that way so it is who you are you are of value.
The things of your person is who you are
your face , your eyes , your teeth your hands and feet are yours and that is who you are
no one has right to harm who you are
What you say is who you are
if you speak oracles and have eloquent speech or if you speak ebonics and stutter then that is who you are
you have a voice to be heard
Where you go is who you are
If you like to fish or go to the club or if you like to visit friends and travel then that is who you are
you have a right to enjoy life to the fullest
The company that you keep is who you are
If you prefer people who are white collar or blue collar and people who wear beautiful dresses than that is who you are or if I like people who wear cut off shorts and flips flops and brims then that is who you are
you have a right to choose
How you conceptualize or meditate is who you are but if you ignore things and brush things off then that is who you are
life is a challenge and you have a right to embrace it on your own level
Who you are is fine with me because I like who you are and sometimes you are just like me
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson - Weaver Jefferson
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A Day
In the beginning in a dark void space
God created the sun; it was for light
The light was divided from the dark and he called it night
This was the first day.
Then the heavens were created when the water divides
God envisioned white thick clouds and blues skies
The evening and the morning were the Second day.
The land formed for grass, seed and fruit yielding trees
For food to eat and for habitation did this occur?
The evening and morning were the third day.
The light divided from the dark, created the season’s; summer, winter springtime and fall
Day and night and years go pass; for time God created
The stars the moon and all the cosmos too
God saw that it was good.
Now Evening and morning were the fourth day
Lots of living creatures, birds, sea creatures of their kind
Chosen to multiply and refill the earth; the birds fill the air and
Fish and Sea creatures fill the waters as well.
The evening and morning was the fifth day.
Now God spoke and created from the earth cattle; cows sheep and goat; beast of the earth
According to their own kind; each one of its kind.
Then he made man male and female in his likeness and image.
From the dust of ground he sculptured him in perfection; and used the breath of the air to give him life
Then God put the man in a deep sleep to get him a help meet; out of side God took the rib and created the woman. Then blessed them and told them to multiply and fill the earth and take dominion and occupy.
The evening and the morning were the sixth day.
Now all is finished, no more work time to rest.
God blessed and sanctified the seventh day.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson
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Hope is a description of an expectation of both tangible and imaginative things.
Hope brings me joy because i am comforted that things will be all right even if it is not in my logicall sight.
Hope brings me peace because naturally things align correctly jf you would just take a look in the sky and see the sun ,moon and stars situated perfectly.
Hope gives me courage and boldness to have faith to believe in what i trust and cannot see.
because my thoughts and expectations are pure i do not fear and become faint when things are seemingly prolonged, it is beause of hope that the things i hope for come to be.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson-Weaver Jefferson
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Fish
A fish that swims on the oceans floor
To catch a fish will happen no more
Swish Swish gone away to another place
Oh! come back this day
I have an open space
On this peer with my crab net
And with my rod I’ll stay.
Another thought to say
But a fish that swims on the oceans floor
I will be there this time
To catch a fish off the shore
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson-Weaver Jefferson
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The Silence of the River
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
Masking fishes and crabs and other living things.
The silence of the river encumbered with whispers, prayers, cries and meditations
(Pause inhale and exhale)
The silence of the river flowing like a stream casting my rod and my care upon it along with all my hopes and dreams
It’s noon 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock all day has passed; A smell of a pine the sound of a squirrel or a mole in the grass an animal of its kine and the sound of a slithering snake.
The silence of the river embodies creation and regeneration all kinds of tragedy’s prevented
Upstream and downstream wash away my sorrow repairing life for me and a better tomorrow
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
A world in itself I have seen so many tales and stories only acknowledged by the keen
The length and the breadth of the river has its own account
Listen, can you hear? No because the river is silent, calm, free and clear.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson –Weaver Jefferson
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The Silence of the River
The silence of the river flowing like a stream
Masking fishes and crabs and other living things.
The silence of the river encumbered with whispers, prayers, cries and meditations
(Pause inhale and exhale)
The silence of a river flowing like a stream casting my rod and my care upon it along with all my hopes and dreams
It’s noon 1 o’clock and 2 o’clock all day has passed; A smell of a pine the sound of a squirrel or a mole in the grass an animal of its kine and the sound of a slithering snake.
The silence of a river embodies creation and regeneration all kinds of tragedy’s prevented
Upstream and downstream wash away my sorrow repairing life for me and a better tomorrow
The silence of a river flowing like a stream
A world in itself I have seen so many tales and stories only acknowledged by the keen
The length and the breadth of the river has its own account
Listen, can you hear no because the river is silent free and clear.
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson –Weaver Jefferson
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I am
I am the essence of beauty wrought over time
Formed and sculptured out of obscurity and into perfection
I am a flower a daisy of a sort
I am hope that is seen in the future
I can foretell your tomorrow
I am strength in a portrait of joy
Profiling it's countenance on my face
I am fear when I shed tears and put them a bottle
How can I explain?
I am my mother’s daughter and my daddy’s baby
I am anger because of things that really matter
Why not why won’t they do better?
I am a mother to my children
Because of our love the birds sing
The hills valleys and mountains all agree
In accord so do the rivers and streams that are behind the shade tree
I am all that I should be
I have all that I need
I am superior
And I am you, and I am me
I am the reason that I wrote this poem
Because I believe I can
I still believe I will always need to hold on to God’s loving hand.
By Felicia Jefferson
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He that does good will continue to do good ..By Felicia Elizabeth Jefferson-Weaver Jefferson
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A Drizzle
The wind blows and is fierce and cold
A shake and a tremble from me
One would think that we were in for a storm
Oh but wait look!it was only a drizzle.
Little light rain drops slanted falling from the sky
Drip drip drip drop in abundance but even very scarce.
What is all the fuss about uh! In only a drizzle.
Hurry get under shelter don’t get wet
Oh yeah! It not like you get drenched in rain
Drip drip drip drop drip drip drop
It is as I perceived only a drizzle .
By Felicia Elizabeth Dawn Jefferson
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