Getaway To The Waves. The Sea. The Shore.

Waves splashing. Seas rough. Birds chirping. Softly. Quietly. Then louder as if composing a song. As if complaining … oh why so rough?

Now they fly. They soar. They meander. Still chirping high above beneath the sky. The white clouds embrace.

Waves calm down. Storm’s afloat. Passes by the outskirts as if to say, I’ll stop by next time…whenever that is. Behind it leaves weeds on the shore. Washed up. All aghast.

She Reads By The Sea

Book in hand she reads by the sea. Listening. Listening to the sounds of the waves. The birds. People shouting indistinctly in the distance. Soaking up the sun. Then softly covered by the clouds. Be still my soul.

Trees. Palm trees sway softly. Tenderly. Hear the birds call. The sun shines brightly against the afternoon’s wave.

The Right Time To Write

‘Tis the right time to write. To pray. To listen to the still small voice. Speak. Help me listen. Help me hear you. Don’t let me miss what you must say.

Peace.

I’m Too Old…

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I’M TOO OLD

I’m too old for a new career

I’m too old for changing what they say

I’m too old for finding sweet love

I’m too old for my dreams to come through

I’m too old

I’m just too old

Silly…

You’re never too old to live your dreams

You’re never too old to change your life

You’re never too old to go after your heart’s desire

You’re never too old to do anything you want

You’re never too old.

Never. Ever. Too Old.

~Dr. Shelly C

The Beauty. The Ease To Write…

I miss you.

Your tender love.

Your Warmth relax.

Your strokes caress

With you everything is okay.

My joy complete

My stress eased.

My space breathe.

My words flow.

Indeed …you take my breath away.

You are My love. My joy. My peace.

That’s the reason I WRITE

To tell my story

To Release

To encourage

To motivate

To captivate

Because what’s inside can’t wait to be released

I thank you. I praise you.

I Can’t wait to be with you again.

My heart. My writing soul.

This Secret Of Mine…

 

A group of writers were challenged to a Write In, Write Out Session. After free writing for an hour, Akiim Jarrett  wrote this spoken word that characterises his gift. Here I share:

Screams, Shrieks and Secrets

 

it screams – this secret of mine-

hidden heartbreak and soul-stirring agony,
so I crave peace.

a peace which remains unbothered

a peace ne’er t’be interrupted;

but these days dreams don’t get fulfilled and life rolls you along with the punches at whim.

 

it shrieks – this secret of mine-

divine calamity a beautiful harmony

can you see it in catastrophic splendor?

a jaw dropping visage,

an image and event to die for-

a living truth I’d reluctantly lie for.

it sounds off – 

like the loud silence insecurities decorate-

a masterpiece that doubt artfully paints

can’t you see?

or will you see how this feels like it’s been before,

karmic justice settling the score-

quote raven or mock the peacock

choose that which haunts less is all I implore

secrets aside – lies do thrive

tis better to release than bury inside.

it can be different

things need not be the same

you can produce the change 
from the inner stain of shame

that brought you much pain.

just be – you – in its entirety

and all good things will follow-

beloved, it’s merely a formality

By Akiim Alqhumizta

 

 

Does It Require A No?

Antoya Lee, Writer

Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind, is written large in his works. ~Virginia Woolf

A group of writers were challenged to a Write In, Write Out Session. After free writing for an hour, Antoya Lee wrote this delectable piece that shows her talent waiting to be honed. Here I share:

What is Rape? Does it Require A “No?”

~Antoya Lee

If I push my beliefs, wants, and desires on you, and I succeed in having my way,                  should I be held accountable for my actions? If, my persistence made me successful in having my way but brought upon you harm and danger.

Or, should I be vindicated from my exploitation of your mind and body and be freed from punishment because of my intellectual ignorance?  My mind’s ability to reason and understand based on the knowledge or lack thereof, stored within my mind.

Hear, the words, that proceed as I speak.  Abuse and harassment, of any type: sexual, verbal, physical, mistreatment, recklessness, carelessness, ignorance and arrogance. Have you been impacted by such activities or behaviors? Were you the offender, or of your life, a victim of such social behaviors that are communicated amongst our social environment?

Sadly, were you an offender in any group or area of your social environment, where you mistreated, misrepresented yourself or something, in order to have your way and accomplish your desires and wants. Or, to support your beliefs and needs, with your friends, with your family, and coworkers, strangers and lovers, church or other group member affiliation.

Were you ever so persistent in having your way to the detriment of another                          against that person’s comfort and will?

Is rape or harassment just something sexual?

Or, could it be a form of social communication, verbally and physically, expressed in any type of social situation and setting amongst people in your social circle.

Could it be social manipulation, simply to accomplish one’s own disparate deeply desired wishes?

Not just sexual, but could rape simply, but greatly be social dysfunction, after all the offenses in every area of our lives that happened upon us, or we upon them.

I forgive you. Do you forgive me? Of social rape. Trying to have my own way.

My point: Lets be mindful of how we interact and how we share our habits with each other because rape is social contamination.

By Antoya Lee

Love’s Impossiblity…

My story is about love

The impossibility of perfect love

Though I have the perfect love

It’s impossible to hone it

Impossible to prove it

Impossible to feel it

Impossible to find it

Perfect love

My love

My perfect love at Valentine

Write Away…

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I want to write away. Basically get away somewhere by the beach or surrounded by nature, water flowing, birds singing, peace, quiet and natural stones. Without a Cur, I’d just write and write.

Slow pace. No rush. Quiet clear thoughts. Write away to help others. Oh for the time to write…just write.

Found Poem’s Literary Success

Delightful collection of excerpts of 2016 Success writings in Found Poetic form

Delightful collection of excerpts of 2016 Success writings in Found Poetic form. This dissipates a Renewal of the writings on Success Strategies blog pulled from you my readers… and my top favs. Your thoughts welcomed amdist.. Cheers!

The Find

The Road to Success

It Starts with a Dream

Coach me! Top Questions Asked

Definitely Maybe

To Wither. To Flourish. Your Choice

Confusion is nothing new

To Reach Goal, Rid But

What If

I write Because

I hope you Dance

 

-Dr. Shelly Cameron

And relax…

The Sea. The waves. Sunrise. Sunset. Clouds. The sky.

The Sea. The waves. Sunrise. Sunset. Clouds. The sky.

Bask in the beauty of nature.

Listen. Hear the waves.

Breathe. Tea sips. Sleep.

Write…yes write

Smile at babies.

Look up, stare at the stars, the sun, the moon, your love.

and Relax. All are simple ways.

 

Exhale…

 

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I Hope you Dance…

Just Write


Waiting for the Write moment seldom happens. It retards my goal.

So just write I say!

I start… then slowly the Write moment rears its beautiful head.

My journey has begun.

And I smile ….

 

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