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Four Faces of Mother Nature

Four Faces of Mother Nature

Fall Leaves
Fall in line with the leaves on a tree branch 
The wind blows them as they do a random dance 
Just enough heat and the right amount of cool 
Better enjoy it now, maybe take a dip in the pool

The hawk is approaching as winter nears
Cover up the hands, head and the ears
Not much sunlight this time of year
Short days, long nights as the spring appears

Itchy throat, runny nose, watery eyes
The price to pay for warmer months is the demise
Flowers are blooming and the bird's chirp
Just hearing it brings about a smirk

It's time for summer dresses and vacations
New clothes for those far away destinations
Places to make memories, relax and have a ball
Knowing that soon autumn will fall

Four Faces of Mother Nature is written in response to the W3 Prompt #157.

Image by Lucas Wendt from Pixabay

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Self Awareness Topic Words of Wisdom

Morphing for Mind, Body and Soul

Transformation
Taking those pieces and
Remnants from life's experiences
And using it for 
New purpose in life's journey
Shapes the way
Forward and forges 
Opportunities for growth
Rebirth of the mind and soul
Makes room for the body to
Adhere to its natural order
To fall in line with the trio
In which all alignment 
Originates and keeps everything
Nice and smooth

The acrostic poem, Morphing for Mind, Body and Soul, is written in response to the W3 Prompt #156: Wea’ve Written Weekly – The Skeptic’s Kaddish 🇮🇱. Thank you, David and Carol Anne.

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Dark Wooded Night

Dark Wooded Night

A Tanka

So calm and serene
Only the sounds of nature
Leaves rustling beneath
Twigs snapping under my weight
Ambient, soft, like cashmere

Dark Wooded Night is written in response to Sadje’s prompt. As always, thank you for reading 🙏💕😊

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Such a Hurry

Sitting in wonder

Such a Hurry

A Tanka

Why such a hurry
People move in a scurry
No time for hello
Passersby in a flurry
Sitting I watch and worry


Such a Hurry is written in response to Sadje’s prompt.

Image credit: Антон Воробьев @ Unsplash

As always, thank you for reading! 🙏😊💞

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Near and Dear to My Heart

Near and Dear to My Heart

Near and Dear 
beautiful to see
love, warmth, kindness, protection
only moms possess
keeping offspring safe, happy
indeed, the eyes tell it all

Near and Dear to My Heart is in response to Sadje’s prompt.

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The Green-Eyed Monster Hiding in the Dark

In the shadow darkness hides, use your hearing to find your way  

In the shadow what you hear is the true beat of your heart 

In the shadow, heartbeats echo so rhythmically like you can reach out and touch 

In the shadow, feeling the tactile beating heart, gratitude wells up in your throat 

In the shadow, gratitude leads to the road of happiness  

In the shadow of that happiness the face of envy is rising 

In the shadow, envy is obliterated with humility, stay kind


The Green-Eyed Monster Hiding in the Dark is written in response to the W3 Weekly prompt.

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Tissue; So Close but Out of Reach

Tissue; So Close but Out of Reach

A Tanka

Cramped, I feel standing 

In the subway car freezing 

Can’t reach my pocket 

Nose running; I need Kleenex 

On lapel mucous escaped

Hope you enjoy Tissue: So Close but Out of Reach. Written in response to David’s W3 Prompt #141, Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt.

For anyone who has ever been on the subway and knows how tightly packed and crowded it is will understand. You can hardly move, nonetheless, reach into your pocket at the moment you need to the most. 😄

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The Allure of Love

Rose-symbol of love
Is it hard to wonder
why people shy away
weather like lightning and thunder
resembling romance and all its blunder

Being swept off your feet
Knowing love is there
Dreams to never give into defeat
To commit is something concrete

When you know it is so fun
Romance is beautiful and serene
Shining bright like the sun
Don't let overcast think it has won

Image by Shirley Mwanje from Pixabay

The Allure of Love was written in response to a word prompt by Sammi Cox. The challenge is to write a piece using the word commit in exactly 64 words.

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Oasis of Heat

Oasis of Heat

Warm and cozy
Wraps you in warmth
Comfort takes over
Muscles relax as you settle in
Settle into the cover

Nose and ears are red
Hands stiff
Heat engulfs your body
Like a swaddle

Soothing the senses
Heat permeates the skin
Coming indoors from frigid temperatures

Aaahhh!


Thank you for reading! 🙏❤

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Things; Simple

Things; Simple

When you see your mate 
Just the sight of them realizing your fate 
Are you greeted with a warm embrace 
Or indifference instead 
You know, like a frown or look of dread 

 Just the simple things 

You get home stressed from work 
Walking in your mate is wearing a smile 
A smile that lets you know that they miss you
 
They see you
 
They are glad you are home
 
They love you 

 Just the simple things 

All that can be said without saying a single word 
Its time for bed, your mate gives your hand a squeeze 
Gives you a hug 
Utters the words, good night Baby 
Next up is the forehead kiss 

 Just the simple things 

A forehead kiss... 
Wait a minute 
If you have not experienced a forehead kiss 
When you do, you will understand 
It’s one of the most endearing forms of affection 

 Just the simple things 

Love who loves you back
Want who wants you back 
If you are met with attitude 
Take no gratitude in the latitude of someone else's wrath 
The magnitude does not matter 

Just the simple things

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Heartbeat of La Cucaracha

Heartbeat of la cucaracha is a short, funny poem. Hope you get a laugh or at least a smile.

Oh no, they can see me!

Heartbeat of la cucaracha 
Heartbeat; do you hear it 
bump bump, bump bump
Yes its always there 
Aware of it you admit 

 It moves around in the dark 
Hoping that no one will see 
The way they embark 
Roaming around feeding for free 

Heartbeat ebbs nice and slow  
In the dark, you will never know 
Heartbeat speeds up 
When the light is aglow 

Scatter and a scurry 
Oh no, they can see me  
Running from the light they hurry 
Bump bump, bump bump 

Hiding in the corner 
La cucaracha thinks he has won 
Only to be crushed by a scorner 
Bump, bump, b u m p, b u m p 
Heartbeat silenced, peace has now begun
I Done Told You!

Thank you for reading! ❤🙏🌺

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Nestling Journeys

Journey Awaits
Journeys begin in my head
Far away destinations 
Some real some imagined instead
I pack my luggage no hesitation

I'm only going for 3 days
I need six pairs of shoes, 5 dresses
Shades and swimwear for the bays 
No need to worry about my tresses

Sleepwear and slippers a must
What about my gym clothes
Oh yeah, pack those too
Glad my hair is braided, no need to fuss

Next journey will be lighter
No need for so many cases
Serene waters so much brighter
Sunglasses will help cover my bases  

What's all the ruckus
I want to go where I don't need a car
Just hop on my bike and go
Cycle the scenic route 'til my heart is full


Nestling Journeys is written in response to Sadje's prompt. 

Thank you for reading! 🙌🌼

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Poem- Until That Day

Until That Day

The inspiration for this poem is my dear father, may he rest in peace.

Emptiness is creeping in
Knowing that missing piece is no longer there
Gone
Never to return

Until that day
Waiting to see
Waiting, waiting, just waiting

Time is passing
How can I fill the void
The void of the man who made me
Until that day
Still, I wait

When you look at me, what you don’t see
The depth
My soul
Aching
Begging for a glimpse of half of me

Nostalgic father

I am nostalgic

Until that day

The other half of me, where does it come from?
My slanted, crooked smile, my complexion
The Boricua in me, ¿dónde está Papi?
In heaven is where you be

Until that day, I wait

My mom instilled in me
Black, resilience, humility
Black, resilience, humility
She is the half of me
Empty inside? How can this be?

Nostalgic father

I am nostalgic

Two people came together as one
To create me
She is her and he is him
She is here and he is there

Forever encapsulated in my heart you will remain
Thoughts of you never bring feelings of disdain
Although my heart is heavy
Until that day, until that day
That we reunite
The anticipation, anticipation brings me pure delight

Until that day

Nostalgic father

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Until That Day- Spoken Word

Sharing a personal experience of speaking in front of a crowd. I challenged myself to perform an original poem about my father. Although, I was not one of the finalists for the talent show. it was a great experience. I learned that you could do anything you put your mind to. Even when you do not take home the prize it is still rewarding just for trying.

Hope you enjoy and thank you for watching.

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Diverse and Beautifully Made

Diverse and Beautifully Made

Diverse and beautifully made with 
Blemishes that confirm your true existence
Extravagance with your style of dress
Authenticity in the way you deliver grace 
Unapologetic in your conviction for life 
Thoughtful when expressing strong opinions   
Intentional in your approach to love and kindness
Flawed only to those who do not understand you 
Unique in your lens to the world
Lavishly, loving life and doing it all with a smile
Diverse and beautifully made, that's you, with all 
These colorful qualities wrapped into one

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Diverse and Beautifully Made is written in response to the prompt by Sadje, What do you see #243