A Cameo Poem
throw it
wait, it comes right back
physics and shape aid its return
near or far
it rides the wind and flows back in
back into your palm it rests
magic
Return or Boomerang is a cameo poem. It is written in response to the W3 weekly challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read my first try at a cameo poem. 💕🙏🏽
Image credit: Spencer Wing from Pixabay
2026 Women’s History Month- “Leading the Change: Women Shaping a Sustainable Future.”
The theme for Women’s History Month in 2026 is ‘Leading the Change: Women Shaping a Sustainable Future”. This month became officially known as Women’s History Month in 1987. Before then, it was only a week-long celebration.
The month of March we recognize the way women have helped to shape the world. We multitask and do it all while not complaining. Late nights we are up with the baby, to quiet their cries. Singing lullabies.
We wake up after only 2 hours of sleep and get the kids ready for school. Pack lunches and dress the kids. After that we get ready for our day at work.
A full day of work, making deadlines and forging alliances in our career. Positively, changing the climate with those we work with and beyond. Mothers we are, and careers we have. Friends, sisters, and confidants. Always there to nurture wounds. Providing a shoulder to cry on and just being there to listen.
Creating a soft landing for those who may need support.
Women’s History Month gives us the opportunity to lift, appreciate, and take note of the progress of women. We now have the right to vote, can legally get an education, join the military, among other basic human rights. Women still face discrimination in the workplace when it comes to salary. Everyone can ban together, in an effort, to reduce or eliminate discrimination in the workplace.
It is important that people know and understand that women do not always have it easy. Don’t let the looks fool you. Women work hard and juggle a lot of responsibilities. We are mothers too and it is a joy to wear the hat of being a parent. Unfortunately, some people view motherhood as a downside when it comes to equal opportunity. Therefore, mothers are not always afforded the same chance that is given to their male counterparts.
Ways you can celebrate
The month of March is almost over but we continue to make history all year long! 💕Happy Women’s History Month! 💕
Let’s show some love for Women’s History Month! Lift each other up and don’t forget to hug yourself and smile. You deserve it! 🌺
Standing quietly, alone
No one in sight, solo
Commanding stance over seas
Views of water for miles
Alone, until people drift by
To and fro, ebbing with the tides
Suddenly you are called upon
Memory jarred that your light is shining
Light that draws them near, curious
Wonderment in their eyes as they pause
Pause, hesitant to ask
How do you do it?
Ask, how do you continue to shine light
All while being alone, present
Day in and out, rain, fog and clouds
Hovering over your crown of light
Difficult task that takes patience
Being constant no matter what comes
Knowing that light is a powerful force
Drawing people into a place of safety
Sound the alarm only when danger lurks
Silent, stationary even when water murks
Pulsating light comes with many perks
Structure standing tall and firm
Navigating shores, signaling when to turn
Horizons of Light was written for the W3 weekly challenge. Unfortunately, I missed the submission deadline. The challenge was to be a lighthouse. You can choose to be a literal, metaphorical, delusional, illusory or false lighthouse.
The piece I wrote is from a metaphorical standpoint.
Standing quietly but not lonely. Drawing people in with your inner light. Just when you think that people do not see you or know you are there, it strikes you. Yes, they see me. It’s like the saying, ‘being seen and not heard’.
Only speaking and/or making noise when necessary. A lighthouse that is like a quiet force. Still standing even when the heavy tides of life roll in.
Thank you for reading Horizons of Light. 💕
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motherhood grows the heart and the mind
birthing a love like no other
do I deserve this bundle
a blessing to behold
small eyes so bright, pure
her smile, her laugh
so tender
loving
sweet
To Be Called Mom is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge.
Thank you for stopping by to read. 🙏🏽💛
You are exactly where
you need to be.
When you land in a place
that looks unfamiliar,
why question it?
You think you should
be somewhere else. But
in reality, the place you are
today was destined for you,
only you.
If you see a friend and
they are ahead of you in their
career, don’t fret. Go at your
own pace. Maybe you are going
slower but your reward will be
greater when you arrive.
We all have those years of
progress, slow but steady.
Bumpy roads that feel like a
stop sign. The bumps are a
test to see if we will
keep going or quit.
You are exactly where
you need to be. We
can make all the plans in
the world but, we are not in
control; no, the Creator is.
You are exactly where
you need to be
Thank you for reading Why Question It? 💖🙏🏽
The writing is in response to the prompt by Sadje.
Image credit: Nir Himi on Unsplash
Acrostic poem about patience. It can sometimes be hard to wait or experience delay, without getting upset or angry.
Praying thoughtfully for
Another day filled with
Thoughts of gratitude
Inviting a mindset of service
Empathy and understanding
New day and week ahead
Check your attitude before speaking
Every word begins with a thought
I wish you all a week filled with patience. Speak with kindness to others and yourself. 💝💛🤍
–“Have patience with all things, But, first of all with yourself.”- Saint Francis de Sales–
The quote is from graciousquotes.com
indigo azure
horizontal strokes curving
injecting mystique
draws us in wonder
what lies beneath is unknown
Cool Shades of Cobalt and Cerulean is written for the Tanka Tuesday challenge. We are to write an ekphrastic poem. The challenge this week is to let the colors and brush strokes inspire our words, rather than to write about what is in the painting.
The art in this piece is by an unknown artist. It is the top half of an old calendar that I cut out and placed in a clear frame. The colors are very calming placed in a mysterious scene in the background. The work looks similar to art by Hwang Young-Sung, but I cannot confirm. If anyone knows who the artist is I would love to know too.
Thank you for reading🙏🏽💕
Hair extensions and weaves are a part of culture for Black women. The concern is that this hair contains chemicals that are bad for our health. Who is regulating the sale of this hair which is made with these chemicals? We have to do some research and find safer products. Our health and well-being are at risk.
Check out this informative article about the toxins found in extensions https://www.healthline.com/health-news/hair-extensions-chemicals-breast-uterine-cancer
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⏳If you were given the chance to reset your life and start again, would you? ⌛
Life is a melting pot of good times, great memories, mistakes, regrets and much more. Sometimes we might dwell on a past error and wish we could do it all over. Maybe, we would have made another choice to improve the outcome.
I would have to answer, no. I believe who we are is determined by our mistakes and triumphs. Some of those fails give us a chance to get it right later. The triumphs in life are a testament that we can accomplish our goals.
The happy moments bring peace and joy into our hearts. Allowing us to extend kindness to others. I am grateful for all the great times and the not-so-great ones. Experience in life is a wonderful teacher.
🤔 Can you answer this?
If you were given the chance to reset your life and start again, would you?
Thank you for stopping by my blog❤️🙏🏽
A Shadorma
you're up next
smiling and sweating
is this real
on the mic
speaking word my thighs trembling
snap, snap my smile grew
I knew then
I can't mess this up
ankles weak
lights blinding
just who do I think I am
calm down, you got this
Thank you for reading my poem, Fighting the Feeling; Stage Fright. It is a Shadorma written for the W3 prompt. 🙏🏽💖 This is the first time writing this poem style. I’m not sure if it is right, but I enjoyed it!
Speaking in front of a crowd can be a scary thing. The physical things that you feel standing up there. It’s amazing how the body responds and the thoughts that run through your mind. The inner ‘prep talk’ is what helped me get through the recital of Until That Day.
The dawn’s early light
Tells of a downward plight
Or the perilous fight
Nearly fifty percent
Land of the free
Home of the brave
Depraved of housing
A basic human need
Nearly fifty percent
Work for mere cents
Either part time or full time
Heavy bombs on descent
Unhoused, homeless, no roof
Paycheck in hand is no proof
Proof of simple liberties
Nearly fifty percent
Show up every day to work
With income, not enough
To secure a dwelling
Prices ever going up
Nearly fifty percent
No place to call home
Across the U S of A
Shall free men stand
Be free in this land?
In God we trust
Always a must
Walk by faith
But not by sight
Nearly fifty percent
Not of unemployment
But homelessness
Nearly fifty percent
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A Triolet
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Umbrella canopy keeps us from drifting apart
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Strength for each other, our counterpart
Guard the covenant, our union will reassure
Handle with care, don’t beat my heart
Longevity of Redwoods our love will endure
Redwoods and Infinity Covenants was written in response to the prompt by Sadje. Thank you for stopping by to read💞
Image credit: Brianna Parks on Unsplash
*Poem revised on 3/12/26*
A Diamante
Bengal
Striped Tiger
Hunting Camouflaging Roaring
Fierce Majestic Playful Energetic
Running Fetching Barking
Spotted Canine
Dalmatian
Thank you for stopping by to read! 🙏🏽💖
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Thank you for taking time to read my poem. I appreciate all of you who come here to read and comment.
First, I would like to thank Christine and David. Christine, thank you for the nomination to be PoW. David, thank you for your time and effort in organizing and bringing us the W3 poetry prompts each week.
This is a first for me (pun intended) 😊. Hosting a poetry prompt, I am humbled. I hope you all enjoy and I am excited to read the responses. Have fun creating!
An echo poem
It all began with a glance
glance
A quick look that had me in a trance
trance
Butterflies in my stomach do a dance
dance
Not like the two-step but the Harlem shake
shake
My first adolescent crush
crush
Had my face all flushed
flushed
Suddenly cheeks turn beet red like blush
blush
Ah this puppy love, what a rush
rush
Holding hands at summer camp
camp
Eyes light up bright, like a lamp
lamp
Sweat beads on my forehead, damp
damp
Oh, I wonder if he thinks I’m a tramp
tramp
Only one thing is for sure
sure
Summer camp is nothing but pure
pure
Hot fun in the lush green land
land
One must experience it to understand
understand?