Mirakee
Do you know me?
I feel beautiful
Count today as a good day
Most memories fade
Step out of my skin
Hover and watch my movements
Strangers all around
Who is this person
Speaking of other person's
Looks to be most kind
I feel beautiful
Count today as a bad day
My memories gone
©shegram
shegram
I am 58, married for 40 years. I am a mom, and a grandma. I love gardening and cooking. Writing is my therapy.
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shegram
2w
Read MoreThis is a quadruple Haiku,(probably has a different name)lol
I have been losing time, and sometimes I can't complete a full sentence,
and on other days, simple words elude me!
This is kind of what I feel as my family looks at me, like I could disappear at any second!
Some days I don't remember that their looks scare me!
Picture credit to rightful owner
@john_solomon, @lovenotes_from_carolyn, @captainfatimahabiba -
My imagination, runs rampant,
Creative juices start to flow,
The inner beast, growls so loud
A strength, no doubt, not just for show
This part of me, knows no fear, but...
In fact, runs toward the broken
My strength, and my catlike prowl
Are enough, not one word spoken
She lays in wait, purring oh so softly
Luring those that prey on the weak
She will pounce, with playful intent,
Then, destroy you before you speak
While the urges to run and hunt, seem
Natural in the wild,
I can't help but think, that somewhere
Deep down, is just my frightened,
Inner child
There lies her bravery, running free,
She gathers strength
Her stealth and prowess, assures
The conquest, the win,... at any length
©shegram -
Fight or flight
©shegram
The shadows were replaced with shimmering lights
My confusion, and disbelief, apparent
Nothing was ordinary on this night, of all nights
I would welcome, very much, a deterrent
Something to distract me from the horrors I have seen
Taking my thoughts to a better place
I'm going to take a trip, somewhere, calm and serene
Somewhere, I'm not ashamed to show my face
Solitude, and self reflection, allow me to see
Where mistakes were made, promises broken
Time to beg for forgiveness, hear my plea
Or.....we move on, leaving harsh words unspoken -
Happy bIrThDaY!
Aarya
Help me wish my very special friend, Aarya, a Happy birthday!
It has been a tough year, but this young lady always manages
to find the good in every situation! She is the coolest chick I know!
Aarya, don't ever change
You are that bright light
In a dark and troubling world
You bring love and compassion
In a time when we are all flailing
I admire your strength and focus,
You are the future, and I feel hopeful
Any world with you in it, is a place
I want to be!
You make me smile, every time we
chat! I want you to see yourself thru my eyes,
I believe in my heart that you will make a
Huge contribution to this ever changing
world!
You are beautiful, thoughtful, and a very kind
human being!
I am so proud to say you are my friend!
I hope you had a wonderful birthday
Just be you,..........cause I think you are perfect,
Just the way you are! -
shegram
12w
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And.......just like that, another Christmas squeaks by
This year from hell, has been torture, I cannot tell a lie
The heavy frost has branches bowing down, as if to pray
Grateful for the moisture, mother earth's welcome display
While boxing up tree ornaments, I take a trip down memory lane
Sat looking at the treasures, from my boys, let me explain
The crafts they made in school each year, are dated, and well kept
It takes me back to the beginnings where I hardly even slept
Hanging all their handmade ornaments made our tree, a welcome sight
Then the icicles were thrown in clumps, to be rehung by me that night
All the memories attached to these priceless works of art
Come with the added joy that just melts, this mama's heart
There's a story for each ornament, and the boys are quick to recall
Now the Christmas photos in the album, I can't tell them apart at all!
Picture credit to rightful ownerHeartmade
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shegram
14w
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I dedicate this to my inner little girl
I have been dancing the same steps, all my life
Two steps forward, three steps back
Eating my feelings at a young age, became the norm
Not being able to process situations, no life tools
No matter the tune, it was the same dance
I want to learn new dance steps, (coping mechanism's)
Change that Texas two step to a tango, or spicy samba
I want to dance my way into a happier, healthier, me
It's time to evaluate and discard the old dance steps, &
Venture into new genre's and enjoy the dance of life,
while creating new steps that build my confidence, and
Shaping a new me from inside out! I am worthy of love
And forgiveness. I'm going to put the new dances into
Effect and steadily increase the speed and exuberance,
To match my inner survivor.
Armed with new thoughts, self confidence , and awesome
Dance moves, to shake things up, and waltz me into the
New Year!
Picture credit to rightful ownerChanging my tune!
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shegram
21w
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There is a chill in the air......only I can feel
I know you think I'm crazy.......but This Is Real
I've felt the bony fingers with claw like nails
Trace a familiar pattern on my neck, my color pales
I feel my heart beat faster, my breathing is sporadic
As I make my way quietly, I reach the ladder for the attic
I should turn and run, never to look back
But I need to face this demon, my souls under attack
I will fight with all that is in me, I'll stand up, and curse
your name
You'll no longer have my power, I Am Done!......you're to blame!
Picture credit to rightful ownerParalyzed by
Doubt and Fear
©shegram -
Spiced apple cider, & a slice of pumpkin bread
A perfect autumn snack, before you go to bed
The spices dull your senses, the bread, a tummy tease,
You'll be a happy camper, as you rest and get some zzz's
This time of year is magic, as we watch the scenery change
Singing songs around the bonfire, like, "Home on the Range."
©shegram -
shegram
26w
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[this is a poem I wrote for a friend that sells jewelry, silly but fun!]
See me sparkle, see me shine
So many choices, each divine
Choose one of my treasures, or
purchase them all
Five dollars a pop, the cost is so
small
Whether flashy or bold, hues of
silver and gold,
Their is something for everyone,
Five dollars, $OLD!Phylicia's
Pretties
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shegram
26w
For Mary Sue and Steve
Be still my child, and listen for my voice
Where the whitecaps in the ocean meet
the sky of blue, you will find me
You are never alone, for I am always with
you!
You need only whisper, for I know your
heart and I abide there to comfort and rebuild
your strength to fight another day.
I know your hurt and struggle, I have not left
you, to make these decisions alone!
Put your fears and concerns into my hands, and
trust that I will guide you, and lay the path that
will lead you by the still waters that sooth your
soul!
©shegram
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
1w
Read MoreA cautionary tale, to whom it may concern...
#mirakee #writersnetwork #demons #GodsHolyLight #spiritualhealing #angelicrealms #myownwords #nonfictionDEMON
by Carolyn Glackin
Insidious masterminds
Hellbent on mass destruction
Your soul, they plan to steal
Through the artifice of seduction
Harmful machinations
That lead to a hellish plight
Are inflicted on countless souls
Who no longer sleep well at night
Their eyes are empty and dead
Their smile is a cackling sneer
They'll tempt you and beguile you
While filling your heart up with fear
Homicidal, these beasts
Quite skilled in manipulation
Slowly they work their way in
Through cunning articulation
Reduced to a useless meat puppet
Your mind is no longer your own
Desperation will flood you
And despair, unlike any you've known
Now, of course there are those that can help
Such as spiritual healers and shamans
And many others as well
Such as seers, and priests, and Brahmins
But take care to call on them soon
'Cause believe me, the longer you wait
The more you'll be lost to this world
Overtaken by creatures of hate
Hallucinations will increase
Delusional thoughts, all the more
And by now, I've scared you enough
So I needn't say very much more
Just always be strong in your spirit
Let the truth and the Light lead the way
Let love be your guiding force
And I'm certain you'll be quite ok
Do not let the darkness tempt you
And never succumb to its fear
Remain on the brightly lit path
Where angelic loved ones are near
Just remember if things become hazy
Can't tell if awake or just dreamin'
It's high time to reach out for help
'Cause my dear, you might have a demon.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2/22/2021 -
_luvnotz_outpost
5w
Read More��CLOSED CHALLENGE��
▪CALL OF THE WILD CHALLENGE▪
UPDATE: I think I'm all caught up with the amazing submissions now, so I'm signing out for a while. I'll be back later to continue checking new ones. ��♀️
Please read and follow all directions in the post, and don't forget to support your fellow participants by checking out their submissions at the #cees_cw_chall hashtag. Happy writing! ��✍
#mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #callofthewild #innervoiceCHALLENGE NOW CLOSED
Yesterday, I mentioned to a few of you that I'd have the next challenge posted in 10 to 12 hours; and well uh... let's just say that I was a bit overzealous with that estimate, because it's now 7 hours past the time I hoped to have it posted. Oops. Oh well, I never was known for my timeliness, now was I? Ahem.
In light of my extreme tardiness, I suppose I should get the show on the road here, eh? So, let's do that!
Oh - by the way, I actually had all sorts of big plans for how I was going to present the challenge; but as they were all turning into near novels, I thought it best to forego them. You're welcome.
Instead of my foregone grand plans, I'm gonna keep it real simple; thus my humorous monologue ends here, and the challenge rules and regulations will soon follow. Read on for further information, and please be respectful of the rules by fully adhering to them.
▪RULES:
-Write an original, introspective poetic piece of 40 lines or less (BUT NOT MORE), describing the "call of the wild." This should be penned from your own point of view.
-The call of the wild is that primal voice within, which is wild and free, and it sings the song of ourself while reminding us who we truly are.
-To gain more clarity on what I mean by the "call of the wild" you're welcome to take a look at my submission on my main account (lovenotes_from_carolyn). That's optional, not mandatory.
-Please pen in English, one submission per person.
-Be sure to submit before it says "2d" in the upper right hand corner of this post, which is 48 hours from the time of posting.
▪DO NOT SUBMIT THE FOLLOWING:
-NO harassment, hate speech, discriminatory language, or anything meant to purposely be offensive to anyone
-NO erotica/erotic content (due to young followers and participants)
-NO nude or obscene images
-NO foul language, curse words, cuss words, obscenities, etc.
If unsure about any of the above, please ask; or you can check Mirakee's community guidelines.
▪MANDATORY HASHTAG: For this challenge only, please use #cees_cw_chall in your caption area.
*The words "the call of the wild," are credited to author Jack London, who wrote a novel bearing that title.
*Please be sure that you've read all of the above!
Happy writing and get ready to ROAR!! ✍ -
Six feets from where I stand,
A tiny spider spins a new web,
Making home in a foreign land.
Seven yards from where I stand,
A little parrot flutters his wings,
Savouring his maiden flight.
Eight miles from where I stand,
The first bus to the city departs,
Packed with million new dreams.
And, exactly just where I stand,
Is me, stopping, to catch some thoughts,
And then, pen them, with some ink,
Leaving a part of me, with you forever,
A hospice, in this sojourner's country.
©nirmalya_panigrahi -
Another rough patch
When will we sail smoothly again?
I have a million breaths to catch
God knows I can't stop now
Will we ever get there?
On the horizon, drifting further out
Beyond the waves a sanctuary
Green grass and blue skies
Friendly faces and kind smiles
©aestrigidae -
versespire
10w
Read MoreRain pattered against her windows that Sunday evening. She was sitting on her bed, writing her column, pencil in her mouth, hair tied in a bun, glasses perched on her nose. But as those drops hit the glass of the windows, she couldn't help herself. She had to go...
There were few things in life that brought her joy now, ever since she was locked in the cage. Pushing her things away haphazardly, focusing just on the sound, she ran to open the gates leading to the balcony. Barefoot, her skirt swishing as she ran, as though she was breathing air after a long time. She ran to open the doors, freedom from the monotony. Her feet splashing the rainwater, feeling the touch as if for the first time.
She stood there for a while, drenching herself, inhaling the scent - petrichor, feeling the drops fall on her face. Arms wide open, she hugged the clouds and their tears, as much as she could gather. And then she smiled the most beautiful smile in a long time.
There it was, the freedom, the happiness. Like the rainfall had unmoored her and she had just begun wandering and exploring, setting a sailor's sail. There was a lot left to be understood before the boat was anchored again.
And so I danced...
I went inside and poured a cup of hot tea and got my book - there was no better time to read than when the skies rained - escaping the reality and getting lost, unmoored, unanchored, unhinged.
©versespire
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There were few things in life that brought her joy now, ever since she was locked in the cage. Pushing her things away haphazardly, focusing just on the sound, she ran to open the gates leading to the balcony. Barefoot, her skirt swishing as -
rhymeless_poems
22w
Read MoreDarkness is a poet's best friend as it helps him write what lies beyond the worlds in the voids where forlorn minds wander, some looking for their way back home and others settling into the emptiness.
Darkness is a poet's best friend as that is where he can sing and dance and laugh and cry and no one questions him with five w's and one h. He lives in words but breaths in the spaces in between where chaos takes birth and dies.
Darkness is a poet's best friend as there are no lies or fantasies, just emptiness and nothingness. He can write endlessly and never run out of words and pain. He can heal and hurt and love and break along with the infinite little worlds darkness contains.
-d.s
#sings Rant.Poets
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krishnega
12w
My mother once said, stars and stories can get you through even the longest, darkest night.
-Krish -
December
Is a blanket
Of glistening hope.
A crystal beacon
Along the rocky road.
A cosy crackle
Of sparkling joy.
A moment of comfort
All doubts set to destroy.
A silver angel
Embracing the town
A guardian seraph
With a fairy-light crown.
A herald of cheer
And peace of hearts
An end of a year
Yet the time when happiness starts.
©the_rainbow_chronicles -
whentherainfalls
24w
Read MoreSeverance
Even ghosts cannot walk
Along bridges broken by time.
They cannot float across
Our chasms chiseled with pain;
They sink slowly into its depths
And whisper every word--
That which was thought but never spake.
I've counted suns, stars, and moons:
The full, the crescent, the new and blue.
I've seen leaves of green turn red;
I've seen them fall and become brown.
Beheld new buds sprouting in spring,
Blossoming then into magnificent life:
Alas, earth rotates while clocks remain still.
~ Caleb G. | 11 September 2020 ~
#prettypic227
@bluepuppy01Severance
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whentherainfalls
23w
Leave me a kiss,
One so gently on my cheek;
Mark with me that lipstick
A memory etched
in sweet, cherry gloss.
Blossoms from that tree
Will stretch into a future
Decorated with peace,
And adorned in love,
Cascading freely through ebbing time.
Capturing, then, drops of sunlight
And some magic from the moon,
The petals will glimmer;
Coruscate from within my mind
And break free into the outside.
Maybe, they'll once again
Bring your lips closer to mine;
Make glad my days of saturnine;
Bring clarity to that which I'm blind;
And remind me that in the end,
Everything will be alright.
~ Caleb G. | 2020 September 19, 12:21 AM ~
