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Peace Jun 2018
I am but a woman,
becoming unclothed,
in front of an audience,
that easily,
dispose,
and discard,
the misunderstood..

Sincerely,
a servant
To show the truth of who you are; is costly..
Mary-Eliz May 2018
some gifts our mothers
gave us we seem sometimes
to forget

not the teachings of how to be
kind or safe

not even the gift of love

that...

we don't usually mistake

though quite important
not her wise advice

not her bedtime kisses or
soft lullabies

all these we usually
give much sway

rightly so we should
be thankful each day

but...

I wonder if when you

look in the mirror
do you see her within

is she in your
eyes or your smile

do you have the
same shade of skin

did she give you
her sense of humor

did she give you
her laugh or her voice

do you see her hands
when you look at your own

of course, for these
she had no choice

still...

how you walk
stand
or sit

your height
and
your size

your color of hair

your color of eyes

all these and more
she gave you
by being a lover or wife

and giving to you
the greatest gift
the amazing gift of life.
My mother's been gone many years, but every once in awhile I catch myself using an expression of hers, seeing her hands or some other feature in myself. I think maybe these are the things one ponders more when their mother is no longer alive. Happy Mothers' Day, Mom!
Wilder Mar 2018
Sometimes I wake up
And I know tomorrow's secrets
It's scary, knowing what comes next
Like reading the last page of a book
Then reading the rest

Have you ever known tomorrow's secrets?
Have you ever had to hide because you can't handle knowing?
And being unable to change it?

But who will ever really know
Who knows has known and will know?
God.

These glimpses are gifts
Treasures
Precious little things
Not to be taken lightly

Still, it's scary, knowing tomorrow's secrets
Unable to change them
But knowing them all the same.
This is for real for me, I get Dejavu at places I've never been. It's the strangest thing, the second I realize I've done it before, I see the next thing that happens, then it does. It can be really scary, but I know He will make good out of it.
SelinaSharday Mar 2018
Bye Bae!
waves..
Your so sweet your so kind.
Bye my boo.
always admire you.
aye aye.
waves and smiles..babe.
sorry you didnt want me around bae..
still smilin cuz in my face you seemed so sweet bae.
I'm walking with..
gentleness..
comforted in what I'm use to, my old ways of working building and creating it hasn't failed to keep me company.
a coat on my cold shoulder..
with it I've grown fonder.
At least now I don't have to wonder.
if its me..or if it's you.
who dunno what to do.
about the harmful ways we fall into.
sunlight so bright appears as a new connection.
a bright new friend.
I want to let its light in.
sunlight come hold my hand.
A glow..willing sweet without demand.
winks.. blows kisses my old boo.
wishing the best to you.
I've ******* gloomy and doom.
Tucked them up away in a locked off room.
Hope just kissed my cheek.
Loves dancing teaching me new steps at my feet.
Peace is feeding me dreamy new treats.
and doubt has fled from my door.
As I'm handed a broom to  make sure losers can't enter any more.
Fly swatter in hand to chase out the pesty flies of despair.
Losing we are no longer a pair.
No worries ex boo.
I'm gettin over you.
Text me again.. bae just text me once more again..
Call me again just Once more again.
Never mind we'd just probably repeat the same steps all over again.
Destiny get a hold of run away desires.
Ropes tie away unwanted admirers.
Hey hey.
Bye bae!
selinasharday rose. S.A.M
After losing days will come that are waiting hoping, desiring to be reached just once again.. to reach back just one more time.. But keep company with new friends.. And you will survive again.
Mary-Eliz Mar 2018
cannot be bought
cannot be found in stores
cannot be touched
or held in your hands

the gifts I want to give you

are the gifts I meant to give you all along
but did not know how
the gifts I tried to give you but could not,
not enough

the gifts I want to give you

won't warm you body
like a woolen sweater
but will warm your spirit

the gifts I want to give you

won't satisfy your hunger
like a box of chocolates
but will soothe a craving
in your soul

the gifts I want to give you

won't be music
played on a machine
but will stir music
deep in your heart

the gifts I want to give you

won't be a book of words
already written
but will be your own
fresh book for you to fill
with your life

the gifts I want to give you

won't be gadgets or tools
won't fit into a box wrapped
in shiny paper
won't have bright colored
bows or tags

the gifts I want to give you
love
 strength
   self-worth
    acceptance
     a free spirit

are all this and more...

I don't want to give you the sun
I want to give you its light
to warm you
and help you find your way

I don't want to give you the moon
I want to give you the eyes
to see its beauty,
the soul to feel its power

I don't want to give you the stars
I want to give you the desire
to reach for them
yourself

the gifts I want to give you
are all this and more
SelinaSharday Mar 2018
ENLIGHTENED
I feel empowered..I'm here to love on me..
here to support me.
yes
love on some me..
so
after seeing how others will take me for granted.
take my sweet gentle nature and ignore it.
fail to appreciate it.
Hurt and abuse me
My time I give my attention I give.
Others may play the games of neglect with me.
After I bring the positivity.
My sunshine my smooth uplifting gift.
I've adopted a better spiritual outlook.
Not goin to lay my pearls at their foot.
My love don't belong on the ground.
To be kicked all around.
Nah nah nah no!
I'm going to say the things I've failed to let flow.
I'm going to release my tongue..
Building up my self esteem a useful weapon.
Its about me keeping going, not being injured by the tragic done.
Stop others from trappling my precious rose petals.
I realize the gift in me, some will not get my specials.
I'm seeking to stay focused.
and enlightened, Aware of my spiritual.
As the purest forms of me unfolds.
By selinasharday
S.A.M 2018
recognized this beauty in oneself, even when others treat you so poorly off and on..be aware stand up fot the gift you are.
RyMo Mar 2018
The meaning of life weighs down on me,
Present moment - still - just be,
Sunshine kisses on my cheek,
Travelled miles just to peak,
One glance at me,
Just quick to see,
And then you fade away,
Like all else here to stay,
But in a moment disappears,
Then in the next it reappears,
Meaning blending all as one,
Gleaning knowledge from the sun,
Teachings there if just to reach,
Reaching for the just to teach,
Rays of light sparkle meaning,
But further - deeper - always fiending,
More and more of this and that and those,
Wondering of whom the path has chose,
Wandering through the forest of smoke,
To climb the tree of knowledge and oak,
Meaning is what the tree conceives,
How roots feed trunks feed branches feed leaves,
Energetic forces of the stuff between,
The grey area of all that’s left unseen,
Fading into the atmosphere,
Fate coming ever near,
Joining as one like smoke in air,
Feeling the truth of the moment fair,
Hearing the tunes of the moment sung,
Climbing the closest ladder rung,
Finding meaning in the riffs,
Of ever present moment gifts…
A A Feb 2018
A ****** thing
When put there in the lamplight
But chosen with the utmost care
Pretend it’s just kitsch
And not some ******* you’d throw away had someone else gifted it.
showyoulove Feb 2018
Giving brings a smile to the heart
It lifts the spirit and puts a light in the eyes
To change the world, we must be the ones to start
An anonymous gift is quite a pleasant surprise

More precious than gold is the gift of our time
There are many ways to give help and give hope
Priceless gifts that don't cost a dime
In the world today we climb a steep *****

Why do we give? What makes it great?
We give to make a difference and put a smile on someone's face
We express love and set aside hate
It's always better to be kind in any case

Sometimes I feel that when I am giving,
Only then am I truly living
Written in the rhyme scheme of a sonnet. Not a pure sonnet in iambic pentameter.
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