He fell for her the moment he saw her at the Carnival. Entriguing, yet Mysterious, Enchanting, yet Seductive. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, like he was in a trance. He just had to get to know her. He wanted to get close to her. Curiosity kills the cat, and he was very curious to know who this mysterious woman was. It was something about her that he can't help but to be drawn to her. Like a Love spell was cast upon him.  So, he tried to follow her through the crowds of Happy People as he swiftly moved through the crowds trying to keep up, it seems as if she moved farther and farther. The more he moved the farther she moved. By the time he made it through the crowds to a clear distance, she was gone. He was disappointed. It had seemed as if she had suddenly dissipated into thin air. Was she really there or was he looking at a apparition only he can see, as if she was trying to get his attention??? He knows he not crazy, or that his mind is messing with him, He knows what he saw, like an Angel before his very eyes!!! She could've been an Angel in Disguise, He has No idea where she could've gone. Could He have been dreaming, Well, He is wide awake. That same night while sleeping, he sees her in his dreams, Is she trying to give him some type of message??? He just didn't understand. So, finally, He just forgot about her after some time. About a month or so later, he decided to stop by a Coffee shop for coffee before heading to work. As, he waited in line, something caught his attention, as he looked to the right, There she was, the mysterious woman from the Carnival!!! His eyes had widened, he just couldn't believe it. It was really her, sitting alone, enjoying her Caramel Macchatto. She felt his glance, looked up and smiled at him. He smiled back, he grabbed his coffee, and felt it was okay to approach her. So, he did, and he asked was it okay to sit down, and she said yes. Since discovery of her at the Carnival, they started talking. Come to find out, she's very distanced in the same area as he, and they have a lot in common. This to him was Love at first sight, He searched for her, and actually gave up trying to find her, however it was fate that brought them together ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


B.R.
Date: 8/13/2024

First, I wanted to play.
Then, I wanted to make friends. Next, I wanted to cry.
Eventually, all I wanted
was for the loneliness to end.
I stayed alive for my family.
But it got harder every day. Because I didn't know how to say "I need help. I'm not okay."
Now, it's been years
since I've been in such a bad place.
But if you're reading this,
and you're wondering if you have anything left to give,
for what it's worth,
it's not too late
to decide you want to live.

If I speak truth without knowing until later when affirmed, then I know it was another.

If I speak truth, yet woven in it are greater and deeper truths, constructed without intent nor awareness, then I know it was another.

If my simplicity conceals a manifold complexity with greater simplicity, ie beauty, then I know it was another.

If what I wrote or said long ago is ever new, surprising and constantly inspiring with each re-reading or re-hearing, as if they are living and ever growing, then I know it was another.

If every thought is not only consistent with all that's revealed but reveals yet more, especially that most subtle but utterly profound, that I cannot help but believe that I've transcended into a realm beyond all earth, then I know it was another.

If it is what it is, is so familiar, like one knew from long ago, and never apart, inseparable as soul and spirit, heart and mind, that it's mere shadow is sufficient for proof, then I know it was another.

I may not know what's coming.
Some days, I can't say that I care.
But that's because I've paved and walked
the road to hell and back,
and lived to tell the tale.
If you're on that road today,
it's not too late to turn back.
Close your eyes. Breathe in, and say "not today."

Hey dearest Girl friend, you're more than meets the eye.
There's more to you than the world see and only you can feel
You are more than the current moment, may be  stuck, but not for too long

You're fierce and engaging
A lioness in her own den, you are predictive and predetermined
A conquer, you have fought so many battles, Zues would be jealous

Going from house to house, you have served!
Moving from office to office, you have worked!
From one business to the other, you have thrived!
From street to street,  you have hawked!

You move mountains with determination
Your mere presence sets them on fire
You are a woman first,
A sister
Sometimes you're a wife but above all,
You are a mother.

You are the best work of art God created to multitask
A Russian-roulette any man would **** to be victorious for.

You are a reason for inspiring inclusion.
Happy International Women's Day Queen!

Bellah

Create your own story with your
Glistening smiles
Kind words
Loving heart
Acts of kindness
Helping hands
Charitable deeds
Inspiring ideas
Unforgettable imprint
Make it a breath-taking story
A story that will inspire generations to come

Hussein Dekmak

Tired of feeling
so down and sick

Tired of having no
hope,

Time has done nothing
but break my soul

For once,
I’d like to take
control.

Spent the past year,
Spiraling down and falling
flat on my face

Reliving the past,
Life in disarray.

It’s time I
pick myself up
and figure out

How to conquer
My life and shake
this doubt.

A former lyric to celebrate some bode
A lyric to praise someone who is a goad
A lyric in praise of the West Wind - an abode
Of Autumn and frost; a lovely lyric that rowed
Many poets to the highest pinnacle mode –
Inspired me too, try my skills at a crossroad.

Poets write on ephemeral with you, O Anode!
They describe love, beauty, or music, borrowed
From Pindar or 1st century poet Horace lode.
But chose I You, Dear, stunning, serene, grim Ode.
Inspired so much that feelings and views outflowed
From my pen and compelled to pen down the load
On the paper; ideas from Wordsworth I borrowed.

A strict line or stanza is not required in ode
So free, so unrestricted, so honest to explode
Your emotions; anyone can try his carload
To stride his feelings to carve elation sowed
In heart to pen down his emotions bestowed.

Types are the Pindaric ode, the Horatian ode,
and the Irregular ode; third being most popular load.
I follow Monorhyme, and wrote an ode on an ode
To commemorate importance. Nor ignore nor strode,
Used my flair, elegance and ideas winnowed
With imagination; no notion borrowed.

The tone is serious, genuine, and reflective strode
Celebrate major events and moments load
Aeolic ode written with a calm, tranquil mode
And contemplative tone so that pacify abode
By William Wordsworth or John Keats showed
Expecting to see more elegant and serene ode.