Silence found The colorful sky at sunset-- Cicadas sing Peace floods into my tired soul, Another day ends in joy. Written to complete the Tan Renga for Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie, February 6, 2019: Sundown. Add two stanzas to three first 3 lines, only 14 syllables.
As Jessica walked down the aisle of the church, she was mesmerized by what she saw playing out in front of her. People of all colors were sitting side by side, singing hymns and smiling! She had never seen that before, raised in a church with one race of people. She started to turn around... Continue Reading →
Peace abounds when we take the time every day to answer this question: What's good in my life? My answer for today is that I did not awaken in an hospital bed. Instead, I enjoyed the sweetness of my own bed. Acknowledging what's good allows light to shine in our darkest moments. Regina Davis-Sowers, PhD... Continue Reading →
In the midst of sadness and despair, Possibilities abound for us to change. We can alter the labels others give us, Or we can choose to let those ideas remain. But, when you've been the victim of oral violence, And someone has declared that you have no worth. Rather than believe it and let it... Continue Reading →
Mike looked at the girl sitting by the sea alone. It was unusual for a woman to be out so late by herself, so he worried that she was hurt or in trouble. At first, he simply kept watch over her, determined to keep her safe from men who may have thought she was easy... Continue Reading →
I stand out from the crowd because…I found that the crowd so often is full of followers and not free thinkers. To me, the fear of nonconformity keeps humans beings in their places, rendering us afraid to be different from others. The fear of attack and rejection for being different has led us to stuff... Continue Reading →
It starts with one word, the destruction of a person's sense of value and worth. Realize that life and death are in the power of the keys. What we write sticks! People deleting of the words doesn't help, for they have already penetrated that person's soul and did their damage. 278 characters
I saw this window with an unexpected statue of what I think is a saint that watches over the ships and boats in Quarteria, Portugal. It was at the end of a long pier at the harbor. We were there to watch fishing boats come and go. I guess when you spend a lot of... Continue Reading →
This post may be a little rambling today, as I am on five different medications, two antibiotics, but I felt compelled to write. I think it started for me with Kavanaugh's confirmation for the Supreme Court. Then, it became a deluge with people losing their jobs and careers over incidents that happened many years ago.... Continue Reading →
Life can get bitter, When hate controls a nation. Sugar of love helps! Written for Ronovanwrites Weekly Haiku Writing Poetry Prompt Challenge #239: Sugar and Bitter. .
Help from Heaven 