As I embrace the quiet night, I let the calm moon flutter through my thought: Plans, schedules, frivolity, wonder That wanders in the quagmire Of broken dreams that I will My fortitude to take note and grill The negativity, charred into dust Of solitude that is a necessary gust.
As I look above, the sky’s scintillating Colors, whether sunrise, twighlight, sunset, or night They inspire moods that vary, like colors devoting Beauty to your every versatility, like a kite In flight, I realize, GOD, is all around Doling out beauty for your joy that’s found
In being beside you when times Are exciting, cheerful, depressing, When you look down upon ecosystems Surrounding you with miracles, outstanding In their simplicity: ant home, beehives, Even larger predators, the need survives
In each one, human, animal, insect, Knowing YOU’RE present everywhere Above, below, and at our side. In fact, That knowledge is what initiate Our appreciation for all GOD’S creations, Also innately aware of your presence’s jubilations,
That empower all to subjugate Negativity with optimism, transforming Our core into being compassionately humane.
The month of love and adoration Is the shortest one of all! Not all happiness can be packed into its summation, Short, though it is, it’s effects are a ball!
In its center, couples celebrate their love, As if, you only praise your unity then! And every other day falls short of its possessive Hold on your cheery life filled only with a pen.
The one you use to organize your life, Strategize your next goal, perfect compassion That leads to compromise and less strife, While dissent and enmity to envy’s fashion.
Duty and love are two sides of a coin, Where duty can choke the life out of veneration As it stomps out the cheer from your conjoin.
Merry Christmas and happy holidays everyone! I know some of you may not celebrate Christmas, but you can still enjoy the time off to be together with family, loved ones, and friends. Remember during this season of giving to give your humanity and compassion free reign.
Poetess, author, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change, is available on all eplatforms: kobo, Amazon.com, iTunes, Googlebooks, Barnes and noble, paperback and hardcopy.
As I embrace the quiet night, I let the calm moon flutter through my thought: Plans, schedules, frivolity, wonder That wanders in the quagmire Of broken dreams that I will My fortitude to take note and grill The negativity, charred into dust Of solitude that is a necessary gust.
As I sleep, my mind creates a world Of imaginary beings living in harmony, Where faeries, humans, unicorns, have a word That’s heard and fuses into all that’s savory.
The faery is such a beauty, holding Audiences with all and sundry. All, all Coalesce in one community, cohabitating One space peacefully and call out, call
The world out on its synchronicity’s need to Bathe its species, human and other In a light filled with a pleasing symphony too Overpowering to be replaced with a hater
That reveals destruction of order of a solicitous Nature that helps captivate your pretentious cover Of needing love to be the universal currency instead of audacious Violence that oppresses the value of being a lover.
As I sleep, my mind creates a world Of imaginary beings living in harmony, Where faeries, humans, unicorns, have a word That’s heard and fuses into all that’s savory.
The faery is such a beauty, holding Audiences with all and sundry. All, all Coalesce in one community, cohabitating One space peacefully and call out, call
The world out on its synchronicity’s need to Bathe its species, human and other In a light filled with a pleasing symphony too Overpowering to be replaced with a hater
That reveals destruction of order of a solicitous Nature that helps captivate your pretentious cover Of needing love to be the universal currency instead of audacious Violence that oppresses the value of being a lover.
The vanda blue orchid adorns silver, Long, wavy hair that frames her Violet hued eyes, button nose, And glistening rosy lips that pause
With each end note of the violin’s Hearty tune, that attracts butterflies, Transparent to royal purple hues, Flitting around her feet in sublime harmonies
With the birds that soar higher, As though being strummed better Through the violin’s strings That are taut in their place that brings
Wonder and symphony of animal And human lives intertwined in a primal Need for survival with a core Of compassion that’s human and not a bore.
As the peoples raise their flags, Of varying countries, entering the earth, The factory of races, dogmas that bags Their beliefs, cultures, languages leaving no death
Unpunished by the laws of the peoples, Who worship peaceful humanity Whose heart is cleaved by what topples Them: Pride and vanity.
Give the peoples a chance to Revert to their simple virtues Which lend a hand to friend and foe And never bend under oppression’s cues.
If you didn’t need sleep, what would you do with all the extra time?
The time I’d spend sleeping would be used for deeper thought processes, which lead to better writing, especially poetry, as it’s best done while at rest. Reading, whether news, novel, or books on belief systems, assessing and comparing them to my values, is another way for me to understand others. Moreover, by thinking and writing about them, I can get my feelings across and help others see a different perspective.
Author, poetess of book, Perfectly Flawed poetry for change.
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