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When Peace Will Not Be Taken For Granted

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

When will peace be taken seriously?

Instead of waiting for riots to erupt 

For demands to be answered

 

When will petitions and hunger strikes 

be taken seriously as heed warnings

Instead of reaching crisis mode, 

And public become aware 

At breaking news coverage

 

When will there be a time 

That basic physiological needs be taken account for

Instead of being stripped away

Leaving vulnerability out in the open 

Then judged for all the dirt being disclosed. 

 

Even if there is no empathy for the inhumane conditions within human cages,

Even if hearts turn to ice and stones 

For humans struggling below living wages.

 

Could there be a bit of sympathy for those adorn in badges and uniforms? 

Marching frontline in the midst of chaos

Having families regret

For not talking them out of their career choice!

 

Even calculating the drainage of taxpayers wallets, 

Where the money trickles away like the landscape at Niagara Falls. 

Where do you think higher ups,

Get to cover up the cost for damages,

They won’t break bread from the same 

Dinner table 

People would have thought. 

 

Would cities go in flames be the only solution? 

Public service producers as hostages the only way that folks voices will be listened?

Why must the oppressed become the oppressor?

For any requests to proceed further 

 

Another curse placed decades ago,

How heartbroken fills the earth’s surface from our ancestors

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Meaning of Life

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Religions warned without faith

In a God, or countless Gods and Goddesses

Would mean an unfulfilling life.

Texts adorned with precious and humble ores

Wrapped in myrrh and olive oil

Filled up the spaces of doubt and restlessness.

Caution a meaningless life

Without something to believe in.

 

To have a purpose is a lifelong

Prescription to perfumes and cosmetic

Treatments.

Filled with spices like aloe and cassia

Represent resurrection,

Life bringing,

Purposes differ like fingerprints and snowflakes.

Not one is the exact same,

Only advice and blueprints will guide

But there is no such thing as a solid solution.

 

The meaning of life is unique to each one’s journey.

No need to brag, or put down,

Trading places is more common like

The fields of dandelions

Taking over the vast plains,

A river that breaks into streams

But eventually meet the mighty ocean

Of life

The same way.

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Everlasting Flames-to be Submitted

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Passion being fulfilled

Is like cottonwood fluff burning evenly

Across the land.

 

Not being caught up by any unnecessary

Distractions.

No need to set off forest fires

That don’t need to be provoked,

If there were no blessings

And ceremonies that are ancestral

Wisdom led.

 

Knowing that achievements stack up

Internal minds

Is refreshing to quench the thirst of

Success, like an oasis within a desert.

 

It is a breath of fresh air to the spirit

When all was given so the fruits are

Real,

Unlike wishful thinking without

Determination shown in actions

Is like praying while walking through

Scorching sands.

 

Not distinguishing which water of life

Are mirages

Tempting for a taste,

Deceiving any visions.

 

Even divine messages are lost

If a heart

Stubborn as boulders

Does not listen to the intuitions

Cautioning with series of

Discernments.

A open minded being

Will have doors open.

A humble being that knows their worth

Will succeed without burning any bridges.

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Trust In Silence

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

When was the last time

that you sat in silence?

Where every detailed sound

From the whistling wind,

Talking trees,

Busy traffic made of streams,

Tingled the ear drums

Away from manmade machines.

 

When was the last time

Embracing nature gifts

was of great importance?

Spilling secrets

No human mind would comprehend,

Only the wisest ancients

Found deep in the Earth’s crust

Would tell nothing,

No one,

A type of loyalty that no fame and money

Would make it

Turn into a sellout.

 

When was the last interaction

Between skin and sand

Had the body had time to heal itself.

Transferring tensions into the ground

Balancing unwanted weight

Into Mother Nature’s arms.

 

When was the last time

Natural medicinal plants and food

Was replenishing

Detoxing clogged up organs.

Instead of destroying natural remedies,

And claim cures by injecting the body

Will more poison.

 

Relying on money hungry policies.

Bylaws instigating destruction.

When was the last time

Silence was allowed to answer

Mind boggling questions.

Allow silence to discern

To caution on everything around

Only silence will speak the loudest!

Trust in silence.

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