A triolet
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.
Stay well and be blessed🙏🏽💞
The date is fuzzy
December, January
The birth, the lamb born
Twenty fifth or the seventh
Depends on what you believe
Birth of the Lamb is written in response to the prompt by Sadje.
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Image Credit: Renata Kiss on Unsplash
Virtuous woman, what
A thing of the past
Resolve, compassion, dignity, and the like
Dissolving over time
Into the abyss
Softness given freely
Hearts willing to give
Discarded, taken for granted, time again
The point of no return
Is when she says, No
Get out my face and go
Softness gone, heart shut
Willing, no longer, spent are days in limbo
Virtuous she remains
Now, the wall is up
Check out Delicate Flower, She Be
Thank you all for taking the time to read my poem. 🙏🏽
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
An Etheree
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 poem, Where Is My Home? is written for WDYS prompt #312.
Image credit: Sir. Simo on Unsplash
A Triolet
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.
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Acrostic
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. 💕
Artwork credit: W. Harris
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.
Photo by Jian Xhin on Unsplash
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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.
Image credit: Henri Matisse
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A Tanka
free forever clear
remove opposition block
things imagined seen
be not obstructed free will
our mind the key eternal
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Eternally Unobstructed is written in response to the picture prompt by Sadje.
Image credit: Eveling Salazar on Unsplash
An Etheree
time
waits for
nobody
waste not today
tomorrow comes quick
life on earth taken for
granted, make not the mistake
of piddling precious moments, now
is the time, put your stamp on living
the most meaningful and fulfilling life
The Isle of Ova, a place to heal. Health takes an ugly turn and the aftermath of solving one problem, brings on another entire set of new ones. The Isle of Ova is a place for reflection. Healing can begin when you take time to really sit and think about things that transpire.
Life is such a magical wonder. Such small organs of a woman’s body have so many beneficial and essential functions. Modern technology in medicine makes it possible to take care of uterine fibroids and other women’s health problems. This poem was written in recognition of Fibroid Awareness Month.
Dear Ovaries
You hold the beginning
Until time to go down the halls
Into the incubator
The incubator which awaits the sperm
Fertilizing, growing, forming
Just what mother nature intended
Creating life, performing
Dear Ovaries
Release protecting hormones
Estrogen, progesterone, testosterone
Supporting libido all the way through
Helping with strength of my bones
Dear Ovaries
Regulating hormonal balances
Body temperature, sleep cycle
Emotional and physical health alike
Ovaries, I bid you farewell
Fibroids, ovarian cysts invading space
Pain, bleeding, energy drained
Quality of life displaced
Pain and bleeding stopped, energy restored
New set of angst replaced
Hot flashes, insomnia, moodiness and night sweats
A sense of loss and new body shape
HRT, calcium, vitamin D
Bones slowly restoring health
Libido in the wind
Wondering if you will ever see it again
Dear Ovaries
Such an organ to behold
Your functions, more precious than gold
Oophorectomy means to take
A woman's core keepsake
Healing On the Isle of Ova is written in response to the W3 Prompt #169.
A Double Etheree
Trees
stand tall
swaying side
left right fast slow
breeze constructs movement
leaves obeying the wind
trying not to blow away
maple elm fir oak spruce birch pine
retaining the treescape with beauty
evergreen erect regal towering
Canopy preserving abodes families
cleaning the air providing shade too
pine needles falling on rooftops
lasting fragrance by nature
beautiful to the eyes
suited for picnics
summer hot days
play eat smile
rejoice
breathe
The poem titled, Sweeping Treescape is written in response to the prompt.
Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoy!