I. Love. The Holidays.
The hustle and bustle of the season. Families come together. The air is different. Nature speaks. Music and lights sounds in sweet accord. Travel soars. Food Galore. Delightful Gifts drolls stress for those in retail yet brings smiles as currencies are exchanged for sales. The beauty of the season can be seen through eyes of purpose.
Yep. It’s Christmas and I. Love. The Holidays!
Cheers!
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.
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.
‘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 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
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
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.
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:
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
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:
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
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
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.
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 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
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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