Come into the light
All is not lost
Life can be a conundrum
Which do you choose; fight or flight?
Come into the light
Flames are still smoldering
Calling for your attention
Release the pressures you are shouldering
Come into the light
Turn on the wick
Accept light and love
Fulfillment comes real quick
Come into the light
Whether you choose fight or flight
Flames are still smoldering
Accept light and love
Let’s go find someone to play Duck, duck goose or jump rope. Teddy, we are almost there. Just down the road we should be able to find someone to play Hide and Seek with. I guess we can’t play Hopscotch or Double Dutch, I don’t see any concrete. Oh, I know, let’s play Mother May I? Teddy, where is everyone? I guess they are all indoors sitting in front of their video games and on their cell phones. Who do we have to play with now? Oh well, I guess it’s just you and me Teddy.
Sunday; a day of rest
Come dressed in your Sunday best
The doors of the church are open
Walking through the door, appreciation of token
Monday, starts the work week
Get your body and mind in gear
Walk through the door smiling
Awaiting life lessons are near
Tuesday, one workday down
Come to yoga class or meditation
The exercise will release any trepidation
about the upcoming week ahead
Wednesday, mid-week is here
Unload your cares on me
Free your body and mind
Come and talk it out
Thursday, one day away from the weekend
Tidy up any closet clutter
Bag up those old clothes
Take them to the donation center
Friday, well what else is there to say
The weekend has arrived
Come over for cocktails
We can talk and just vibe
Saturday. Thought you would never show up
Come in, take a minute to reflect
Spiritual, work, body and mental health
Aspects of cleansing and socialization
Just remember, the door is open.
Why don't you come?
The door is open. Why don't you come was first published on Inspire By O'Nika and written in response to Sadje's prompt. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2023/08/14/what-do-you-see-199-august-14-2023/
Look at me with this bag on my hip
This is some kind of a trip
What kind of dog has to wear such a thing
This kind of attention is not what I want to bring
The bag has the nerve to read, grin
Wearing this is much to my chagrin
My human likes to play tricks
Meanwhile, all I want is to throw bricks
When they come my way with something weird
Their wayward thoughts I try to steer
Away from the clothes and people gear
I’m a dog, rules to which you must adhere
No fanny packs, no tutus, I just want to play fetch
Instead, they take my picture, makes me just retch
No more pictures please, no more pictures
Written in response to Sadje's prompt, What Do You See #187
http://What do you see # 187- May 22, 2023
You are my mom, tried and true
You cheer me up, when I am blue
When I need a hug, you are there
I can turn to you, when it’s too much to bear
You take me to the park
I can see the dogs play and bark
You make me laugh and smile
You wear motherhood with much style
Thank you for being my mother
Your role, invaluable, like no other
Have I told you lately?
You are loved by me, greatly
---O'Nika McGill---
Show your hand, raise it high
Shyness has no place, let your aura shine
Block the naysayers, they will try to deny
The gold band protection, just like an alibi
Show your hand, raise it high
Let your positivity glow
Inspire people and make them smile
Where it comes from, they will never know
Show your hand, raise it high
When people feel like they can't
They look to you, see that it is possible
Doubt in their minds, start to recant
If the gold band gives you courage to muster
Your inner thoughts that make you fluster
Show your hand, raise it high
Gold band speaks for itself, no need to specify--O'Nika McGill--
Written in response to Sadje’s prompt, What Do You See #179
You know you have it good
When you are in the neighborhood
Being toted around town
Puppy pads not touching down
Taking in the sights
With much joy and delight
Watching everyone on their feet
Walking to the tune of life's beat
From a place of comfort, I watch
Relishing in this life
Letting the bunions breathe
I can take a reprieve
Sitting in my carrying tote
Feeling the breeze on my furry coat
Enjoying the beautiful scenery
The lush trees, flowers and greenery
This is the life, this is the life
I can only read so much
Of this BS and such and such
Who in their right mind
This info is so maligned
Where are the hopeful stories
Of animal rescues and watching lories
Of good-will and cheer
Of not crime and fear
Stories about curing cancer
Slashing grocery prices like a lancer
Restoring faith in the system
Less about being a robbery victim
Thieves need to get a job
Stop stealing and being a slob
People work hard for their money
This is not the land of milk and honey
What about affordable housing and gas
Less homelessness, are these things of the past
Where are the stories to make you smile
Laugh inside and not bring up the bile
Bile that makes you want to gag
Reading news about this mixed bag
Report on something better
About successes and the go-getters
Maybe then I can read this thing
See a story that makes me want to sing
And not want to set the pages ablaze
Watching the ashes blow away in a haze
Written in response to Sadje's prompt, what to you see #174
Excuse me, may I interject
Let me put things into retrospect
I am a human, animate
Between two sculptures, laminate
Laminate, sculptures void of life
Stone-faced, emotionless
Let me inject some feelings
Sadness, indifference, or joy will suffice
Sadness has its place of reflection
The level of sadness depends on the inflection
Inflection in the voice of the owner
The owner who claims it
Indifference can go either way
You either care or you don't
Feelings have a way to sway
Even the most stone-faced and emotionless
Joy is what turns it all around
What makes a smile out of a frown
Let your joy astound
Inject joy and peace will abound
--O'Nika McGill--
Open me, open me
What is inside
The suspense is killing me
Taking me on a wild ride
A new pair of shoes
A new dress
My mind is wandering
Let me take a guess
Open me, open me
But please don't shake
The sound may give it away
What has taken a long time to make
A photo album
put together nicely
Fond memories of yesteryear
Nothing too pricey
Open me, open me
If you get lonely or sad
Just look at the pictures
You will be glad you had
Memories of yesteryear
what a joy to see
lost in the back of my mind
What a delight to finally find