Month: September 2024

Diversity · Non-Fiction

Honor Our Differences

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What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

What if we were all the same—
Each thought a mirror, every face a name?
Would we not tire of echoes near,
A world without contrast, nothing unclear?

What is a song without its range,
A sky untouched by winds of change?
For in our hues, our tones, our stride,
We find the spark that can’t be denied.

Some walk a path of quiet grace,
While others sprint a louder pace.
One heart speaks soft, another bold,
Yet both contain a world of gold.

Is not the mountain and the sea,
Both part of nature’s grand decree?
The high, the low, the rough, the clear,
All form the beauty we hold dear.

So honor what sets us apart,
The differing beat of every heart.
For in the dance of you and me,
Lies the truth of our shared humanity.

Creative · Nature · Non-Fiction

O Fall, You of All

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O season rich with golden light,
How sweetly do you charm the sight,
With every leaf, a tale you tell,
A whispered song, a silent spell.

Your breath, it cools the summer’s flame,
And paints the world with autumn’s name,
In hues of amber, red, and gold,
A beauty born as days grow old.

The trees, they shed their emerald dress,
And don a cloak of grand finesse,
Each branch adorned with colors bright,
A final burst before the night.

The air is crisp, the skies are clear,
As harvest time draws ever near,
The earth, it offers up its yield,
A bounty from the quiet field.

You bring a peace, a stillness rare,
A moment’s pause, a time to care,
For all the gifts the year has brought,
And all the lessons we have sought.

The moon grows fuller, nights stretch long,
And in the wind, a distant song,
It tells of winter’s creeping hand,
Yet in your warmth, we make our stand.

O Fall, your beauty stirs the soul,
A gentle call to feel whole,
In every leaf that drifts and sways,
You remind us of life’s sweet ways.

So let us walk beneath your sky,
And breathe you in, before goodbye,
For though you leave, you’ll come once more,
To bless our hearts as days restore.

Haiku · Non-Fiction

Dignity

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Steadfast and upright,
Grace in every silent step—
Dignity’s whisper.

Writing True

How I Relax

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How do you relax?

When I need to unwind and escape from the grind,
I’ve got a few tricks that help ease my mind.
I’ll start with a tune, belting notes with some power—
Yes, that’s right, I sing in the shower!

The steam starts to rise, I hit every note,
Like I’m a diva, or so I like to gloat.
But the shampoo’s my mic, and the soap’s on the floor,
I’ll probably slip, but I’ll still ask for more!

Once I’m all clean, in my robe, snug and tight,
I sit down to relax and, of course, start to write.
I scribble my thoughts, I let my mind roam,
Why stress over life when I can just write a poem?

With every rhyme, my worries fade fast—
Ah, relaxation, you’re a spell that will last.
So whether I’m singing or writing away,
It’s how I unwind at the end of the day!

Love · Non-Fiction · Ode

Ode To Love that Defies All Odds

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Love is not a fleeting spark,
But hope that kindles in the dark,
A flame that dances in the rain,
Through every loss, through every gain.

O love, that rises from the depths,
When all the world has turned away,
You stand, unwavering and bright,
A flame that night cannot betray.

When storms rage fierce and shadows grow,
And doubts creep in like creeping vines,
You hold your ground, defying fate,
Unbroken by the world’s designs.

What walls are built, what chains are thrown,
You shatter all with quiet grace,
A force no time nor trial can bind,
An endless strength, a boundless space.

O love that fights, O love that dares,
That climbs each mountain, breaks each chain—
In you we see the truth unveiled,
That nothing real can end in pain.

So let them speak, let doubts arise,
For love like ours knows not defeat.
It soars above, against the wind,
In every heart, a steady beat.

For love that conquers all the odds,
Is love that lives beyond the stars,
Unseen, untamed, yet always near—
A power greater than what’s far.

Writing True

Never! I Don’t Collect Garbage.

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Are you holding a grudge? About?

A grudge is a chain that binds the soul,
A heavy weight, a bitter toll.
It poisons hearts and clouds the mind,
Leaving peace far behind.

It starts as a spark, a seed of pain,
And grows into a thorny chain.
It whispers lies, it fans the flame,
Till all that’s left is endless blame.

But grudges steal the light away,
Turning night from brightest day.
They fill the heart with endless spite,
And rob the soul of pure delight.

Why let the past control your fate?
Why carry burdens filled with hate?
Release the grudge, and set it free,
And find the strength in unity.

Forgiveness is the key to peace,
A balm that brings the sweetest release.
Let go of anger, let love in,
And let the healing now begin.

For life is short, too short to waste,
On bitterness and endless haste.
Embrace the freedom, clear and wide,
And cast your grudges all aside.

In letting go, you’ll find your wings,
And rise above life’s petty stings.
For peace will flourish in your heart,
When grudges, once held, all depart.

Writing True

The Grandeur of the Canyon

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Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.

In the heart of the earth where silence reigns,
A mighty chasm, wild and untamed,
The Grand Canyon stretches, vast and wide,
I’m in awe of such a masterpiece, where wonders hide.

Its cliffs rise high, in hues of flame,
Each layer whispers nature’s name.
Carved by time, with patient grace,
A testament to earth’s embrace.

The Colorado river winds through shadowed deep,
Where secrets of the ages sleep.
Its waters sing a timeless tune,
Beneath the sun, the stars, the moon.

I stand upon the canyon’s rim,
Where the light and shadow swim.
I felt the pull of something grand,
A force I might never fully understand.

For in its depths, my soul can see,
A glimpse on the power of eternity.
A place where dreams and nature blend,
Where all beginnings meet their ends.

The Grand Canyon, bold and true,
Calls out to the heart in me.
A place where grandeur meets the sky,
A glimpse of forever, standing by.

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“A house is not a home,” Luther Vandross.

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What does your ideal home look like?

A home is not just walls and beams,
But a place where sunlight gleams.
Where laughter rings through in every hall,
And love’s embrace conquers all.

Its doors are open, wide and free,
To welcome friends and family.
With every step, a comfort grows,
In a space where joy forever flows.

It is where the heart resides,
Where every hope and dream abides.
It’s not the roof above your head,
But where your spirit’s gently led.

In its quiet corners, peace is found,
In every laugh, a joyful sound.
It is where your soul can breathe,
Where safety and feeling of belonging is guaranteed.

The walls may age, the paint may fade,
But memories in each room are laid.
Home is where you’re truly known,
A place where you are never alone.

It’s more than shelter from the storm,
It’s where your deepest bonds are formed.
A sanctuary, safe and warm,
Where kindness and love are the only norm.

No matter where your feet may roam,
Your heart will always find its home.
A beacon in the darkest night,
A place that fills your world with light.

So cherish every tender space,
For home is more than just a place.
It’s where your story finds its start,
The forever anchor to your heart.