Learn dancing, greetings, table sets Talking skills null and void Lacking Words like hello, please, and thank you Take a back seat to sass Slick talk
Social education for kids Grace, respect, etiquette Manners Timeless skills to carry you through Being a lady, young Man too
A cotillion is an event for the youth, ages 11-13. It teaches manners, how to conduct yourself in public situations. Social skills that help them build confidence and conversation skills. Also, how to properly set the table, ballroom dance too. Young girls and boys learn etiquette that will stay with them for the rest of their lives. Valuable skills to learn.
I am not sure if cotillions still exist, but it needs to come back. Sadly, too many of the youth of today are disrespectful and lack essential social skills.
The Cotillion is written in response to the prompt. Thank you for reading🙏🏽💕
Mama Ayo made Black Love Day February 13th Kings Queens
Commemorate love, family Self, people, don't forget Show heart
Thank you to my readers for stopping by. The poem Black Love Day is to highlight a day that was founded in 1993. The woman who started this day is D.C. native, Ayo Handy-Kendi aka Mama Ayo.
Black Love Day is about loving the creator, love for self, love of family, the black community and the people. It is a day to spread love to each other, no matter your race. Also, this day seeks to stop violence and racism.
You can share your stories and experiences with the black community on your social media platform. Write about the things that you admire and any positive reflection that is personal to you. Positivity is the general theme and purpose of the day.
Some ways to celebrate the day are to connect with the culture, strengthen relationships with each other. Uplift a loved one, support black-owned businesses and/or causes. Wear purple and black to show your solidarity.
February 13th is also an alternative to Valentine’s Day. Show your loved ones, family, friends and lovers just how special they are by spending time and showing your love, in a way that is uniquely you.
The day is less than a month away. Look out for different activities in your area. How will you celebrate?
Finally a new year is here With everything you have hold on tight New goals and ambitions appear Finally a new year is here Stopping old habits the slate will clear Just as day turns into night Finally a new year is here With everything you have hold on tight
That one place Place no one knows Knows not where to look Look but unable to find Find your place of peace Peace not to be disturbed Disturbed for only one minute Minute that feels like eternity Eternity only an exaggeration Exaggeration of time Time only imagined Imagined to be infinite Infinite it is not Not by a longshot
That one place Place now found Found, no longer sacred Sacred, private, peaceful Peaceful once, now tarnished Tarnished, perturbed, just bothered Bothered, tense, no longer a place of refuge Refuge from the outside noise Noise like loud and quiet chatter Chatter unnecessary and shady Shady in times when light is needed Needed to block out murder masked as self-defense Self-defense now used as a cover up Cover up for ill behavior of the letter groups
Can’t we all just get along Along with each other Other people, faiths and skin tones Skin tones, just the outer part Part of the core of a human Human, we bleed the same as you You are not entitled to harass at will Will led by your lack of understanding Understanding nothing when it comes to rights Rights to which you are not the dictator Dictator to all people you deem unworthy Unworthy to be here just like you You in all your glory are delusional Delusional, unfair, self-righteous to a fault
Place of peace, interrupted
As I write this, I am thinking about everything going on in the world right now and in the recent past. Too many people are senselessly losing their lives, and for what? People who feel that they are more powerful than you. People who feel that we are not worthy of life on this earth. The same way they are living and breathing; we have the right to be here too. The world is in chaos and a lot of us are experiencing unrest. Any semblance of peace, fading away. It is a sad state of affairs.
I can go on, but I think from the poem, you get where I am going with my sentiments. The price of peace should not be this expensive. Such a simple concept seems like too much to ask. Peace looks different for all of us. Be it 10 minutes alone with your thoughts, a one-hour nap, 20 minutes of meditation or cherished time with loved ones. Maybe, a day of not having to look over your shoulder in fear of being snatched up on the street.
Thank you for taking the time to read the post. My hope is that sooner rather than later, things will look up. I know in my heart that better days are to come. Prayer is always bigger than any problem.
Searching out the window Wonder catches me Where oh where is sunshine Cloud after cloud careening Patiently, I stand by Oh wait, what's this Feeling warmth and joy Reaching in my pocket Oh, there you are Sun in my pocket
Thank you for stopping by to read!
Imagine, finding the sun in your pocket! It would be a pleasant and welcome surprise on those cloudy days☀
Sun In My Pocket was written in response to the W3 weekly prompt. The guideline for this prompt is to write a poem of 10 lines or fewer that places someone—or something—in a delightfully improbable location. Think sharks in a bathtub, a dragon in a bar, or any unexpected presence where it clearly doesn’t belong.
What started in 1973 arguably a new era of sound you might say lyrics abound origins up for debate words used to create break dancing, beat boxing, pop lockin' on any corner, people rockin' was it the Bronx, Manhattan or Queens? who had the biggest influence does it really matter, I mean all are cities and cultures of affluence
Two small words, hip hop its legacy lives on a culture rising from some of the greats Kurtis Blow and The Breaks Kool Herc rode around with those speakers Rock Dis Funky Joint, with Poor Righteous Teachers
Sugar Hill Gang was a Rapper’s Delight don't forget Public Enemy Don’t Believe the Hype Boogie Down Productions, You Must Learn KRS One said it best Check the Rhime with A Tribe Called Quest
Keeping it Strictly Business with EPMD Eric B & Rakim said Check Out My Melody How Many Mics does it take by the Fugees This Can’t Be Life said Beans, Scarface and Jay Z Lauryn Hill sings Selah while MC Lyte raps in Cha Cha Cha
De La Soul said Stakes is High and Queen Latifah sings U.N.I T.Y. all I’m trying to say is it doesn’t matter if you are in a NY State of Mind like Nas or if you Stand Tall with Rapsody let’s not forget, Mobb Deep, RIP Prodigy
Hip hop is here to stay it feels like it started just yesterday Tupac wrote an anthem Dear Mama and Notorious BIG was Big Poppa the music ain’t Slippin' spit DMX which artist do you think got next?
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The poem, The Phenomenal Growth of Hip Hop and cover art by O’Nika
Psst Hey you Help, I'm lost Where is my home It is no longer Bulldozed, trampled, gone How can us fawns find safety Where will we find food and shelter Can we sleep in your backyard tonight We have nowhere else to go, help us please
The notebook goes with the pen in my hand Where thoughts come to life From my head on to paper they land The notebook goes with the pen in my hand Laughter, grief, triumphs all stand Emotions cut deep like a knife The notebook goes with the pen in my hand Where thoughts come to life
The original poem, The Notebook was written in response to the W3 prompt.
Open your eyes to see the month of October Change in seasons drawing the year to an end Turning leaves shades of Umber and shades of Jade Often leaves overlooked for their uniqueness Begin to take note of shapes, colors and sizes Embrace the change, crisp cool air is here Relax into the newness of nature's promises
Look in the picture frame anything from clown butterfly mask imagine interpret colors shapes media too name it what you will, eyes leading shaping the mind, altering it too causing the face to smile in wonder, wow excitement takes over, positive thoughts abound, flooding your mind with questions complex linear abstract mute watercolor oil finger paint possibilities what is this image fun or scary obtuse or even sad
Thank you for stopping by and taking time to read the original poem, Abstract as Can Be. Published at Inspirebyonika.com. 💕
Flying high and low Landing for a peek inside Unique beings and places Telling their stories Tantalizing hues of light Ethereal I appear to some Reassuring, you are not alone
Flutter, Flutter is an original poem written in response to the picture prompt by Sadje.
Posture me blue Sitting arms at side Bored to tears, statuesque Striking movement in stride Bending at the waist Derriere and floor become one Arm cradling head Exhale stress and dread Chin pressed to chest Relaxed, I posture, rest My birthday suit at its best Relaxed, I imbue serene Posture me blue
Posture Me Blue is written in response to the word prompt.
