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If given some slack
would you chase it?

If given the knowledge
would you taste it?

If given the chance
would you waste it?

If given a dream
would you face it?

If given the steps
would you trace it?

If given it all
would you Ace it?
Will we use our gifts or will we hang ourselves with them?
I don't hope for gifts on my Birthday anymore
Just someone to find the cure of childhood cancer
Or somebody Mother or Father to return home from Afghanistan
Remember that this life is not always about me.
Only a few will understand.
Ileana Payamps Aug 2017
I am from VapoRub,
From Goya
And morisoñando.
I am from the traffic
And loud horns,
From the Caribbean heat,
And the city lights,
From the buildings
And the towers.
I am from the palm trees
And the coconut trees,
Dancing bachata
And merengue
In the beach,
From yaniqueque
Y plátano,
From tostones
And fish.
I am from Sunday gatherings
And loud family members,
From Jose, Maria, and Primos,
And the hardworking
Payamps clan.
I am from the
Madera’s baseball team,
From Canó, Sosa, y Ortiz,
From the long summer rides
To ***** Cana
And Samana’s beach.
From “work hard
Cause life is not easy”
And “family before friends.”
From Christianity
And Saturday morning sermons,
From God is good
And He brings joy.
I am from Santo Domingo
And Monción,
From Santiago
And Spanish ancestors,
From mangú con salami,
From rice and beans.
From the grandpa
Who owns the village
Surrounded by
Chickens, cows, and bulls,
From the business owner
And the well known uncles
In my hometown.
I am from the only flag
With a bible.
From the red, blue
And white.
From the most beautiful
Island in the Caribbean,
From Quisqueya y
Libertad.
I am from the
Dominican Republic,
The country that holds
The people I love and
Miss the most.
I am from the
Little Paris box
I keep next to my bed,
Filled with precious
Gifts and letters
That make me feel
A little closer
To them.
a little background
Hida Abbad Jul 2017
There are songs that no one sings
Yet they are still heard as melodies

And smiles no one paints
But it doesn't mean we can't call that art

And then there is my heart.
How it quivers at the sound of your name,
and how it loses itself in the thought of your smile.
Tyler Matthew Jun 2017
If it is beautiful to you,
it is beautiful to me.
If the sun you wish to have,
I shall pluck it from a tree
so you might
hold it in your eye
and it will be my gift to thee.
For what is beautiful to you
is so beautiful to me.
Chloé Bate Jun 2017
Forget Michael Kors,
buy me Molly.
Pills or Pandora?
pfft... pick my poison.
Poetic T May 2017
Little monsters frolic
           pirate ships "ahoy,

Imaginations gift of play,

An invisible play-pal,  
     Creativity of a youthful mind.

Keeping monsters of night away
Sometimes the monster is the one keeping them safe.
Star BG Apr 2017
Potion of love I make today,
from deep inside my heart.
It does radiate outwards,
to move within a spark.

It is da-lish so take a taste,
and you will be in awe.
Drink it up and feel blessings,
then you’ll fly high to soar.

You will be anointed strong,
with light and trust to be.
Grounded inside special gifts,
to wander oh so free.

Maybe inside gifts you’ll write.
Maybe you will speak.
People will come gather near,
to bow and kiss your feet.

Possibly you’ll learn yourself.
and find out who you are.
You have special gifts within,
so drink cause your a star.

StarBG © 2017
Samantha Lee Feb 2017
The gifts we reap
are directly linked
to all of the promises
we choose to keep
sustaining and growing
not always a chore
the basics of allowing
seeds to soar
Francie Lynch Feb 2017
I'll tell you what I got from you;
They're not your gifts
That give me lift,
Like tea, flowers and concert tickets;
Nice, but for the moment.
Petals pale and music stops,
The things I got
Simply do not.
You smiled for me
A million times;
Sat by me
When I reclined;
Raised me up
Though I'd decline;
You gave me what
I call Divine:
Your time.
Ahh, but I didn't use the word, Valentine.
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