1. Jabbed vs unjabbed
2. Green pass vs none
3. No jab no job
4. Unjabbed is accused to be selfish human beings
5. Plannedemic
6. Media control
7. "The New World Order"
8. Unjabbed quarantine camps
9. The pandemic of the unjabbed
10. This has never happened, don't know what you are talking about. It sounds like a conspiracy theory to me.
Communication is tiring
Dissecting myself to be understood
On things that matters no one
I much prefer to be silent
To be left alone
In the quiet
The sound of my own breathing
Is reassuring
While the nature orchestrating
Its sensational masterpiece
Is it sad to be almost perfect?
Perfection loses its charm when there is no room for growth.
Is it a failure for being almost famous?
Fame corrupts the longevity of any sustainable success.
Is it shameful to be weak?
Weaknesses force us to come face to face with our Creator.
Today
She feels
Social media ugly
Unnatural lightings
Unflattering filters
Unimaginative selfies
Ugliness is
A mirror-mirror-on-the-wall truth
From within her heart
Deceived by what she sees
On the social media feed
Lies her father told
Fested within her
They formed a filter
Bluring her vision
They grew skin tags
Choking her breathing
They wrapped calluses
Around her heart
She saw the world
In distortion
She was suffocated
From lack of truth
Her heart was hardened
Inner vows took root
He father told lies
To her innocent little girl
Now she is imprisoned
Under his everlasting curse
She is plotting to destroy him
Before he does
My poem Yellow earned an honourable mention in Gabriela’s poetry contest. Original post Here
Beneath the golden wattle
We meet again to read poetry
The spring wind pays us a visit
I pick yellow out of your tawny locks
and brush them off your lips with a kiss
Your freckles bloom like pansies
This poem is inspired by Gabriela Marie Milton’s poem titled ‘Yellow’
in her latest published “Woman: Splendor and Sorrow”.
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I shut the door from condolences and keep the night between us Intimate air is what I long to share with you at your last stop to paradise You are all washed and cleaned I slip on your favourite kimono the one embroidered with superb starlings and stain my lips in cherry red It is so peaceful and quiet I hear every crackle of the fire and the candle cries all my tears to give you light My last love note to you is written in Shuji on royal blue Ryoshi and is sealed with a cherry kiss My love I send you ahead of me on your way to our sweet home This transient place this moment we share tonight will be surrendered to God in the morning My name will be erased from your heart and yours will be hung with the blue silk tie around my neck
Writer’s notes: This piece of writing is inspired by a ghost story I read in a Japanese literature, source unknown.
I want to give in to wine But wine is only the vessel that takes me to you All the good times we had long faded onto the ground like snowflakes But wine when its full body swells in my mouth you came alive in me again
We pray for our children
And God sends rain to
Wash away the filth from our lips
Soften our stony heart
Give us a spring
to feed goodness to our little ones
Loving our children is primal
Loving them right is a miracle
We pray for ourselves
Be kind
Be loving
But most of all
Be grateful
For we don't raise our children alone
God has a plan for us and our littl ones
Children are gifts from God
And we are blessed to have them
Flicker of Thoughts 