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Soul’s Individuality

“Find out who you are. And do it on purpose.”

Says Dolly Parton as she describes the need for identity.

Do you know who you are?

Do you wait for a magazine, a model, and trends

To validate your existence to others?

Are you being led, like a lamb, to the slaughter

For you are a follower not an instigator or leader?

If asked to jump, will you? Why or why not?

Identify what characteristics make you unique.

Embrace them, strengthen them, stand for them

Even if it’s late, you’ve already many mistakes made.

Grasp your said ‘weaknesses’ and turn them into

Fortresses, pillars of power to wage a war though

You know the result: You are the Victor!

“Why?”, you ask! Simply put, your perseverance,

Fortitude, and belief that your faith and ethics,

Your hope in being a power to be reckoned with

Will pull you through all obstacles that try to demean you.

Fight, don’t back down, don’t let your color define you,

Your gender, your social class, your blood kin, though

You must break the bonds imposed on you

By standing for your faith, uniqueness, and belief

In the God that empowers and supports you!

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Women’s Day

To all women who feel unappreciated, DON’T!!!!

Be sure to realize that you are you!

You are powerful on your own or surrounded by others.

You are the leaders, teachers, and nurtures of every generation.

Stay strong in your abilities, capabilities, and love.

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Ring Around the Posy

A lone posy sits up in a bone filled garden,

Its petals bright and soft defy the cold. Unbidden,

Its leaves and burgeoning tips reach into the sky,

Savoring the sun’s rays, helping its growth.

Posy buds gather around their leaves,

Waiting for the rain to feed their roots

In order to turn into a bouquet of nosegrays,

That symbolizes love, honor, prosperities

In China, but shame in Victorian England.

Still the queen has made posy bouquets a trend,

Now weddings advertise them to blend,

Fuse the various items together, while they stand

Out looking somewhere between a rose and tulip,

Regal in its stance in the bouquet or lawn.

In the park or garden, bones stick out, they fawn

Over the brittle, broken, dirty white pieces.

The opposition of life and deaths

Where the stark white of animal and human

Bones litter the ground, unseen;

Versus the beauty, color, and softness

Of the vibrantly colored petals raised in

Supplication and gratitude for such beauties.

Stunning those observing into believing

That God created such wondrous beings!

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Lover, Hater?

I looked upon the sleeping angel whose sparsely

Covered head in tufts of flyaway hair, place her

Thumb in her mouth, curl her index in her fine hair,

As she lays curled up around her bunny.

The bunny wasn’t as soft or as sly as she,

But he got around and needed just five minutes

Of rest before the ‘devil’ woke up and sang hymns

As she ran circles around him with great care.

Watching the merry go round of the joy and play,

The cheery laughter that I want to last another

FIVE minutes, as time lapses exponentially,

And we are never ready to see them grow, ever.

They grow slowly, then life changes and imposes

Its disillusionment and disappointments

That are an inevitable result of interactions,

Familial, social, peers, and business.

I wish that infant would stay innocent for longer

Not needing to face oppression, recrimination,

Racism, nor dicrimination which implode into a hater

Rather than a lover who accepts the other in compassion.

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Cardinal’s Passion

What’s spring if not a rebirth of life, beauty, and passion?

The last as red as a cardinals’ feathers, fly

Into your heart, home, and nook with preservation

Of your unique humanity looking kingly

As you let your heart soar in the revelation

That life, flowers, trees, and shrubs all beautiful,

All colorful just like a spring sun that shines fitfully.

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Who Are We?

How do you conceal who you are?

How many facets do you portray?

Do you change the way you dress daily?

Do you alter your hair and eye color?

Do you vary your tone, whisper, cry, or shout?

Do you add make up to accent different parts of you?

Are you an award winning actor playing a role?

Which part of you are most protective of?

The real you or the ones you show off?

I’ve said before, but I will say it again:

The crux of who you are is hidden for few to view

Who bask in your cheer, hope and self-esteem.

Of all the masks you’ve worn over time,

Which do you want to be ‘you’?

Is your identity a bricolage of family, friends, colleague,

Ethnicity, race, religion, and cultural ‘norms’?

What happens to the mask when the identity shatters?

Do you also fall apart, lose control, and spin like a top,

Unknowing what your next mask will represent?

It seems to me, after much consideration, experience

That who you are is reflected in your eyes,

Where your soul reaches out to impose its wisdoms,

In order for self satisfaction and acceptance to

Coexist in harmony with your favorite mask!

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The Mind Excavated

Archeologists excavate the ground

To find what was in ancients’ minds. They found

By doing so they expand the mind,

Learn of their tools and ingenuity that they find

Exhilarating, as they observe recurring patterns

In history that we can avoid, if only we learns

That the difficulties of life that they surmounted

Are things that we, in our day, would find hardships

Trying to overcomes.

How do we teach ourselves and our progeny

Understanding that they still do apply today?

To learn from our and others’ experiences, fully.

How do we convince the new generations

That theirs is Not the one and only way that excavates

The mind, finds solutions, and resolves

The impossible.

Unknowingly implementing their ignorance traceable

To their upbringing and entourage, capable

Of imposing restrictions and actions unfavorable

To our survival.

Our perception of race, superiority and inferiority

Are just labels that we impose to understand

That which is incomprehensible for us.

Humanity excavates its center, extracting

The same red blood, emotions, and needs.

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Land and See

The cape on the Mediterranean Sea is full of life,

Sea and land touch, mingle, and rejuvenate one another

Feeding life, withdrawing, touching, freer than a lear.

The mountains roll into the plains, then into the sea.

The scenery is breathtaking and full of variety:

A hinterland populated, busy with life and fun,

Where buildings and homes intersect in a pun,

Where the water touches the land, retreats, and returns frequently.

Watching those cities from above is like watching

A reel of the twenties where everything is in slow motion,

Leaving an image, a smell, a laugh and glorying

In the fabulous way Middle Easterners show emotion.

Their carefree cheer is contagious, although

I knows That beneath the smiles, there lies a valley filled

With depression, agonies of past wars, struggles

To simply survive in a world that others take for granted.

I wish upon a star for them to have a better life,

Filled with ease and love while knowing that the government

Tears the people asunder by pocketing what should be theirs.

The disillusionment and disparity in their lives is painful to see.

Yes wishing is all I can do, as the world is run by politics,

And those are governed by SuperPowers that we have

No control over, as they impose their reign and expects

Blind obedience otherwise Consequences ensue.

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