Never needed a day to celebrate A writing form such as poetry, Terrifying in its simplicity, Impossibly imaginative in its creation On an auspicious day when fall Never ends, but is reborn in All its glorious colors of redish hues Later, later, leaving you dressed in a crown.
Pottery bowls made of words are filled Onto their rim, overflowing with Eternal, laughter, life, love, all Travel on a journey of discovery Rendered bearable, only with poetry. Yet, many have set it aside and forgotten
Devastation driven through ignorance And approval of the prolific devastation Your moral compass has fallen to.
In celebration of a day for the enjoyment of words that are flexible enough to describe your unbound imagination.
Dark, Razor sharp, Claws of nails torn, Horns of hell adorn The souls of evils that step Into the obscure, winding well to help Those damned souls to reach The pinprick of light breach The diabolic breath, laugh, Full of a pestilent cuff, Shadowy death, Lingering, Stealing Life Turned To death. Dark.
Light, Souls so bright, Cleave the way to flight. Soar in a cyclone’s might, Into a haven of promised delight. Tell your tale in whispers fiery In their warmth and stealthy In their fight against deviltry, Whose hold is sturdy But crumbles When faced With Light.
In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?
As a mother, teacher, and writer, the fact that there’s a reaction to the job that’s immediate is very rewarding. As a mother, more patience is required, as there are stages the children go through when the mother feels at a loss, even that she’s losing control of the situation. It’s similar to a teacher, as patience is also key, but the reward of the students enjoying and participating in the class are fulfilling. Finally, while patience as I write is a requirement, I always feel anxious when I post my writing, as I worry about reactions and perceptions about the content of my work. The latter isn’t a worry in a class, as the curriculum is your guide, the mother’s morals are hers, while writing is perceived on a global scale that’s not limited in scope, culture, civilization, or language. And therein lies the difference ! 🙄
Author of: Perfectly Flawed, poetry for change available:
Fall has begun, and yet orchids continue to burgeon, producing buds that turn into astounding multi-colored flowers! If that isn’t a miracle of nature, I don’t know what it would be.
Although I love each season, for they each provide their own beauty, still, fall is a favorite of mine. The grey skies, the rain, the strong winds all create an ambiance for reading and creating!
My poetry book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change:
I’m flabbergasted by the honor of this certificate for my poem: Athena, based on a picture prompt.
Athena
Her resplendent beauty gleams In the raven sky, her star shines Brighter with her golden armor, protective Of her vulnerabilities, as she needs to survive. Its glow is there to strive To outlast the unbeliever who stirs the hive.
Her might glistens and reverberates Throughout her vicinity, vindictive as it propels Instability, division, dissention, and war! Booming war cries echo their strengths, none bar Her entry, as she subjugates those weaker Through fear and magic of her glittery armor.
Those whose insolence is hidden behind their Camouflage of piety, are two, three faced, where They keep their dissonance locked, So their perfidy is unexpected, And the humbleness nothing but beguiled Discourse that pleases the open hearted.
Beware of those wearing lambskin, But are in reality cutthroats whose noggin Is an empty shell that requires It to be filled by others to act out wars.
Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody is one of my all-time favorite album, as it reminds me of my youth when it became famous. Plus, later on, my daughter and I used to enjoy singing it very loudly while driving. So its continuity in my life makes it special.
The ancient mansion stood majestically On a hill, reigning supreme over its property. Its white washed Roman columns Portentous of a long gone Era of prosperties, Where everything was grandiosely fashioned.
I walk up to its opulent two door gate, bold, Using the lionhead brass knocker, collide History with modernity that interact without Affecting one another, but beauties attract Their audience, regardless of their epoch.
Traversing into a world of Babylonian Elegance painted in a rainbow of augustian Splendor dotted by verdant dendritic Filled foliage attracting visions of historic Opulence, whose loss is catastrophic in nature.
Man’s love of wealth and ownership Of all that’s esthetically vibrant will flip His survival to death, caused by his avarice, Omnipotent in its idolatry of self-importance, That’s thoughtless in its vanity and egotism.
I walk almost daily. It’s one way for me I de-stress and stay physically fit. At my age, running isn’t recommended, but I do speed walk and do at least 5 kilometers. When I walk with my husband, the walk becomes a 10Km fast paced walk! Yep, he had to train me, slowly but surely, to reach that goal. I can’t thank him enough for his support.
My book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, has made it on the finalist list in the poetry category. I’m flabbergasted by the honor of being included on the list.