Poetry Challenge Day 29:Write my Love Across the Sky

Write my love across the sky,

when you see tears of joy fall  from my eye.

With pens  of joy, hope and light write my love for all to see.

My love is imperfect,

but the image it was made in is not.

Love is not if it is hidden within the heart.

Why must we hold divine truth within ourselves

due to pride, ego and “propriety”.

I will not hide Love within my heart,

though foolish I may seem,

so write my love across the sky for all to see.

GelGems (I love them) on train.

GelGems (I love them) on train. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Poetry Challenge Day 25: Scarlet

Deep, dark and bright all at the same time.

Love and hate coexist together.

How can passion turn into sorrow?

How can love turn into pain.

Who knows the interior of the heart,

When it is deceitful above all things.

Scarlet passion/scarlet hate,

A thin line between LOVE & HATE.

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Photo by Scarlet Dee

Poetry Challenge Day 14: Clarity

         Quartz taken at the Museum of Natural History in NYC

I used to see into the mirror of my heart dimly, but now I see clearly.1

Clarity is more valuable than diamonds, rubies, emeralds and

all the precious stones deep within the earth.

What lies within is the greatest wisdom,

release all you own to obtain it

and once you have this truth sell it not.2

1. 1 Corinthians 13:12

2. Proverbs 23:23

Poetry Challenge Day 12: Freedom Day

Instead of “Independence Day” we need a Freedom Day.
A Day of truth.
A Day of love.
A Day of pride in who we are.
Artificial fireworks will never replace
the Starlights that led our ancestors to freedomland, because these lights illuminate life.
Independence is a myth that separates BUT
Freedom liberates.

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“Chinese Crisis” Theater of the Oppressed Exercise

Poetry Challenge Day 10: The A Train

           NYC MTA Transit

We’re riding together but sit worlds apart. The stockbroker, the mother, the hobo living in separate realities, yet riding in the same car. The A Train zips from beaches to hoods to ground zero. Our liberal metropolis is a kingdom of progressive “niceties” . The A Train is a silver chariot carrying us through our politely segregated city.

Poetry Challenge Day 9: Awaken My Soul

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Central Park-NYC Summer 2011

The Lush beauty of this life within myself. Awaken my soul. Open my eyes. I want to see, touch and taste your love. My womb is filled with a creation that is divine. My spirit’s doula says “push it’s time”, so I take a deep breath inhaling courage and exhaling resistance. My soul has awakened because I have given birth to my destiny.