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The Poetic Word

Dreams

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

*Intro*

Dreams

Dreams

They say

We’re just dreaming…

They say

Dreams

Dreams

They told us

Our dreams meant nothing.

Dreams may not get recognition,

When it is first planted as a seed.

Sturdy is the roots,

Future growth

Is closer than what it seems.

Storms and pests

Will consume what it can,

Or what the Gardener

Allows.

Harvest shall be plentiful,

When problems are treated

Head on.

Some crops may wither,

But more will continue to sprout.

A kernel produces fields,

Eventually

Feeding a sea of mouths.

Like icebergs

The surface doesn’t reveal,

What’s underneath

Where it counts.

Like a game of poker,

Every progress

Shouldn’t be shown

All at once,

Surprises

Are jack-in-the-boxes,

Dreams are special treats

And

Privileges.

Carefully choosing team players,

Some will build or crumble

Empires

Before completing its creation.

Dreams are blueprints

To immeasurable infrastructures…

Many will fear,

Only reason to continue pushing

Failures are blessings in disguise…

Discouragements

Are like storms,

Temporary setbacks

When there’s a glorious rainbow

in sight.

Dreams built civilizations

Alongside riverbanks,

Look how far dreams

Taken us

From the jump…

*Outro*

Dreams

Dreams

Our dreams are Royal

And

Mean

Everything!

Believe in your dreams

And take the steps to accomplish them.

Be patience and you will eventually see its fruition.

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The Poetic Word

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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The Poetic Word

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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The Poetic Word

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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