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i am warm
i am fortunate

someone came last evening
rang the door bell

the battery is going & it
whined

the doors were shut as were
the curtains

i hid
it was after the cut off
time

this time is mine

so today we have the solstice
we look back, we look forward

we think of all the work they have done
all they have achieved this year and am
proud of them

really

i feel my life is a dawdle
no fingers to the bone
no more

she asked where it all came from.

i do not know
i replied

yet i saw the trees brought inside as natural
and i wondered
ah

you ask what would i do different

if i could change the past



i cannot change it yet look to the future

to have more care and education for all

folk to understand have empathy

be kind

& let us keep it simple



maybe the creatures have good ideas

& go to bed when dark ; don’t destroy

the earth
The moon is half. So am I
In the wintry night,
remembering lowly
the stories of lonely
of the poorest time
with no one beside
to sing a song  of season
I felt my life treason.
There is always
healing for the
deepest wounds.
The hurts and
the pains of
the heart can
be definitely and
permanently healed.
This truth is eternal,
nothing is too
hard for the
spirit to reverse.
When you yield
totally and completely,
amazing things happens.
Do it now,
when there is
still time.
Tomorrow,
you will wish
you had started today.
Comforting and soothing
is the touch
and feel of
the blissful presence
of the spirit within.
Come and taste,
and see that
the heart where
the spirit dwells
is full of
love and tenderness.
It is invisible
and yet uncommon.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme.
I flew were rain descended
gleaming like an iris
waiting for the sunshine to sneak
behind the tenebrous clouds
to endure the sprinkles of nippy water
flowing like a queen in majestic raiment
streaming in routes
delivering pristine rinse to flora
and I penetrate right into it
to dance to the melody of its music!!
©shadeofalonelygirl
I grasp it
and discern it's gonna blow out
Yet I never bemoan the moment enduring it
For the smile, it sells upon me
is the remembrance that will never wilt.
©shadeofalonely_girl
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