A lifting of love maybe the truest friend I know.
~kindness sister Krissy
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Let it be love, and let love be…
kindness sister Krissy
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while today is today, my mind might as well be a someday kinda brain, with all its’ trash-talking, ideas that be a load of crap in the morning, wannabe- hoping that its gonna be , and by then
I’m standing outside on checkered white curb,
with a muddy puddles of water
one-inch from my brown good-will suit.
On my way to the rest of my life
and a dark blue Sudan drives by
splashes rounds and rounds of puddles onto my good-clothes.
Now I’m heading home- telling myself
well’-there’s always tomorrow. 🙂
kindness sister Krissy
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And when the man of time is done
Trees cut through and through
Oh’ Beastly – silly one
Give yourself to you
and not another
Lend your cares not to beg
In sorrow sow joy
In Mourning sow a gentle burst of sun
Fathering a simple plea
when my life is done
You shall see me again
kneading a shadow’s glow
in a dash hope –
life is sweeter
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I need the sky to walk down and touch me
freckles of memories
mark my journey
from where I’ve been
and where I’m going
Only the sky can see
wings of faith-
See me carry my paper children
feed the souls with light and promise
that soon we birth our dreams
to fly
I need the sky to come down and touch me
pick up my fragile pieces
bottle up my tears
teach me how to
carry my paper children
VisionarieKindness 2015
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(free google image)
She let herself be
rich with tender steps of light,
surrounded by seas.
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Up this morning feeling so good & happy
Thinking happy thoughts
Did a happy dance
Mixed in a little, raw sugar and Whip cream
Played all my happy records
Minded my own happy-bidness!
Sneezed a happy sneeze
Put on my best Springy-
Maxi-dress
Walked off my happy porch
And…
Lawd have Mercy!
A flat
Tire!
This is a play on a Poem by Jackie Earley “One Thousand Nine-Hundred & sixty-Eight Winters” It’s a favorite poem of mine.
Our prompt today (optional, as always), will hopefully provide you with a bit of Friday fun. Today, I challenge you to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times).
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STILL HERE BY Langston Hughes- 1902-1967
I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,Looks like between ’em they done
Tried to make meStop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’–
But I don’t care!
I’m still here!Copyright © 2000-2015 Gunnar Bengtsson. All Rights Reserved.
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Hand Made
“Mandalas’ Sands”
silently awaken
Hope
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