Please go to the below site in order to read and vote for my poem: Intentions.
The poem is about my intention to change things about myself for the upcoming year.
Please go to the below site in order to read and vote for my poem: Intentions.
The poem is about my intention to change things about myself for the upcoming year.
Accrostic
Reap, repair, revere, reverse, roam, run
Embrace what’s broken,
Practice patience …
Air out your thoughts …
Implement actions to your goals…
Renew your drives
Implement changes
Never surrender to failures
Grow your flexibility and fix the impossible.
Somewhere
Once there
My repair begins
Embedding …
Tuning into
Having patience
In achieving
New dreams
Gone wild with life!
I walk through the road of centinal
Palm trees giving shade from the kindle
Of the noon sun, creating shade where only sun lit.
I look upon their majestic trunks
As elegant as a giraffe’s
Reaching into the sky, touching the heavens.
Once you reach the road’s end,
The vista of greens will land
You in a mirage of breathtaking scenes.
A short walk and you’ll reach
Boti Falls, distinguished with two chutes that leach
Into a large aquamarine pond that sizzles
With the force of the downpour,
And hides a cavern behind its ominous core,
That provides electricity and life to all nature.
Moving past such wonder,
You see man’s touch in greater
Spans of space, where a decrepit helicopter
Lies as stage for tourists and the picnickers
To look upon an antique object of wars,
Used to help beautify what’s already astounding.
I watch the centinals in my rearview mirror,
Wondering at my next visit to such a conqueror
Of beauty and memories of times yonder.
Your Muse is either music (DavidArnold, Who YouReally Are, & Metamorphosis), society, you, life, relationships, dicord, or anything really. You add your words, on paper, and you get this:
Notice please: crossed out parts, lines that are supposed to an m, and personal note at the top (Kafka). Love writing!
“Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.” Fyodor Dostoevsky
To be a coward,
One must:
Fear being changed,
Fear loving it,
Fear beauty,
Fear being hopeful,
Fear the inspirational,
Fear of being an individual,
Fear of being assertive,
Fear of being humane,
Fear of being disruptive,
Fear of being positive.
When all is locked in a chest,
How can you break its best
From solid bonds that need a rest?
Take pride in ‘you’, the ‘person’,
Have faith in yourself and press on,
Knowing that what’s right will live on!
A poem read by Malak Kalmoni Chehab, from her poetry book, Perfectly Flawed.
Identity talks about my origins and how corruption reigns there after independence.
Unfold
Life has many folds, twists, turns, and abysses,
We try to unfold and straighten the creases,
But it’s a delicate job, even hazardous, as The folds are hidden and need to become clear,
Straight, and easily seen, analyzed, and far
From misunderstandings and misgivings.
Is it a thing to need unfolding?
The simple answer is: ‘Yes, it absolutely needs doing!’
In this world, where there so many possibilities
For problems to unfurl, it is imperative to realize
That clarity in speech and actions aren’t always
Perceived as they are, but rather given a political,
Even social agitprops that have tendencies
To insite people into violent and intolerant behavioral
Activities, that help increase gaslighting’s imposing
Ideologies. They incur great wrath, aggressing
Against others’ rights, stripping them of dignity,
Pride, selfworth, even their humanity.
As humans, we need to untangle our ingrained
Stereotypes by humanizing each other, and accept
The difference the same way we accept
That siblings differ, though they come from
The same set of parents, gene pool, and environment.
Always Been!!
Change, chaos, challenge, charm, chimp!
As I have always needed stability and certitude,
Life has thrown me many curve balls, making me limp
With the heavy burdens of life’s fortitude.
As I have always been a shy introvert, Life’s changes required me to get out of my comfort
Zone. I became a teacher, when that demanded
Being an extrovert, connecting wholly with my student.
As I have always been dirrect and honest,
It has given me trouble at home as well as at work.
I stood by my values, added some valuable insight
For my entourage and myself.
Learing from others
Is a necessity if you want to avoid falling into trouble.
It’s not demeaning to know you can grow and change,
Even if that means relying on others for help.
Being an introvert means, for me, that being among people
Is difficult, and commands all of my intellect
To be able to follow all the required social cues
And demands for certain behavior, responses,
Even patterns of speech. Implying great concentration
That taxes me emotionally as well as intellectually.
At times i feel like a chimp that is a horrendously
Mischievous creature that becomes nasty when
Imposed upon to be social while needing solitude..