lyrical, poetic, personal
What is one word that describes you?
I am always in love with love.
I can take mockery and insult;
But not doubt.
My blog can speak of my heart
And the depth of love in me.
Hate weighs down a soul;
Drags the spirit to the bottom core.
Love liberates all hearts.
When God pour luck with his scepter;
She was sleeping.
He did it again and again,
And same thing,
She was sleeping again and again.
“What a conundrum
Of not knowing the standard time
He’s using!” She felt dumb
For the missed opportunities—
She whined.
So she texted and emailed—
But He didn’t return any.
She grabbed her iPhone and asked, “Siri, call God.”
Siri answered, “I don’t see God in your contacts.
Who do you want to call?”
I am too, too small
To carry such tons of weight
Of trash; rubbish mate
Neither you, nor them
Deserves such a burden to take
‘T weighs down a soul;
Consumes one’s spirit to the bone,
Hate is always wrong.
Love liberates all
I saw the stars in your eyes,
The crescent moon in your smile.
On your chest, I felt how hills were so alive,
And in your lips I tasted the best of earth.
To have it all again, I ache.
So deny me not of your love dear
Deny me not, or I would die.
A singing robin perched at my window pane,
A wandering other just came;
And then it happened. . . them
So I closed the curtains to honor their privacy—
Although their acts are too vulgar for me.
But it’s spring.
They’re alive;
Their vulgarity is justified.
Shh! Keep it a secret!
Be nice.
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
I jar my emotions.
I say a little prayer.
I turn to the opposite, the positive—
And let the goodness in me rule—
For that goodness is God,
Guiding me to the way of the righteous.
Bustling blooms and hues
On dewy hills in blue, red,
And yellow—hello spring!
. . . Bidding bye to snow;
Sending winter a warm farewell:
Plush, flannel, plus loafers.
But I’ll surely miss the s’mores
And the hot chocolate too—
Those really consoling consolation—I do.
But then, bye winter, bye!
See ya in December, aight.
Next time get it right.
The seed of resilience:
Everyone has a cross to carry.
Everyone has inner strength yet to discover.
Even challenges are subject to time–
So those too will pass.
The seed of kindness:
None is needless,
None is undeserving.
It’s a superspreader
Of bliss and goodwill.
The seed of thankfulness:
Each breath is a blessing,
Each day is a delight.
A grateful heart
Is always filled with happiness and humility.
The seed of joy;
Nothing is irrelevant if it makes you smile;
Nothing too minuscule if it lifts your spirit.
Often spontaneous,
But a deliberate act brings meaning.
The seed of caring:
Everyone appreciates a tap, a touch; for
Everyone appreciates empathy.
Too akin to love,
Care is a human legacy.
Sow them.
Nurture them.
Rear them.
Cherish them–
And your soul and being will flourish
With these seeds ’til the end.
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