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  • Smile, Love & Give ( taking in the moments with laughter )

    January 30th, 2023

    What would you do if you won the lottery?

    I would love to travel. Create safe houses for women. I would love put my kids in better schools. Giving them the opportunities I didn’t have. Most of all, I’d give to grassroot organizations , reopen the library that is shut down in my neighborhood. I can see myself giving because, that’s what I do now.

    I would love to think money is the answer. I know it can solve a lot of problems. However, on the real, what would I do? Winning the Lottery for me is much deeper one that is spiritual, i.e. enlightenment, long life, with good health, watch the children grow up with no #childhoodtrauma…. funny enough, I was in a playful mood this weekend. So I played the lotto, and won 4 dollars, ha! 🤣Winning the lottery is about living life. Having fun. I plan to do every bit of that! 😊🙌🏾🌻🤘🏾💙 (that’s me as a little girl)

    P.S. everything I said, I’m working on. I don’t have to wait, I’m winning right now…. 💙

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  • Rice Bowls (Just Dreams)

    March 4th, 2015

    Hand Made

    “Mandalas’ Sands”

    silently awaken

    Hope

    https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/just-a-dream/”>Just a Dream” title=”Haiku Just Dreams (Rice Bowls)”>

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  • Day 7(Fingers) Split Ends

    February 24th, 2015

    Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter.

    Today’s device assonance,form is poetry prose I tried with using (U sound ) The meaning is related to a dream I had of the drum sound in my sleep. Happy Writing…

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  • Day 5 (Fog) Crystal

    February 20th, 2015

    Naw,naw naw.

    Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.

    Shadow-calling God in Make believe.

    Somewhere past the moon squares.

    Where men are made of snow.

    Fiery rains a comin,

    Ya can’t fix stupid,  everywhere you go.

    Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor

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  • (Day 4 Animal)Queenie

    February 19th, 2015

    Her name was Queenie

    I watched her,

    swallow down her babies,

    then I thought

    A mother who consumes her young

    Watch out,

    Life is Crazy…

    true story when I was a kid, My dog must have been sick or maybe the puppies…

    Poetry challenge to write about an animal

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  • Day 3 (Trust): Colors of Skin

    February 18th, 2015

    Skipping light,gotta find time to be,

    Kind,letting go suicidal humming;she’ll rise above, wrinkled lines.

    If she could only see, the colors in her own glass.

    Never then, would she pretend to be trapped, instead she’d be free.

    Today’s word is trust:Writing Poetry 201 Challenge

    To trust myself is a challenge after so many falls and let downs…(trusting the skin I’m in)

    Happy writing….

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  • Day 2, (Journey) All I have…

    February 17th, 2015

     

    Can it Be?

    Borrowed Love.

    And she ain’t dead.

    Inside my head.

    Stupidly sitting.

    .
    On highways left side.

    But she can’t spare, her own socks full of sorrows,

    all because,

    she borrowed love.

    Day 2,Journey

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  • (Day 1: Haiku) Bones Made of Water

    February 16th, 2015

    Mystical Well

    side bones,

    Brought me here,

    like jazz and blues

    I dig in high waters…

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  • When my soul speaks

    February 9th, 2015

    She was not just a pretty orange to peel.Her vitamin c, drove back the mucus of icicles.

    Hacking deeply like rusty faucets,

    sputtering brown,

    then yellow ,almost pasty clear.

    She would not quit, come too far in the snow.

    Open the oceans wide and you’ll find me.

    In the arms of hope,

    I’m finding my way to life….

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  • Humble Sense

    February 5th, 2015

    Black Waters Spice,

    You do something nice,

    A comfy currant with cinnamons and cayenne.

    Inside my Low-days,

    Fishy-grey thoughts.

    I do blame,

    wash away with Lavender & Sage.

    My black waters spice

    I found my happy, smells good too…

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