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The Poetic Word

Mother Earth

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Mother Earth
Is in a domestic dispute,
With her beloved

It broke her spirit
To bring her wrath
And caused the love of her life
Such sadness

A tale with
An unpredictable end,
Happy endings
Or
The End could be tragic

How could this be?
We must go back to the beginning!

She swore to cherish those
Who enter her sacredness
To nourish them

For billons of solar returns,
She watched great powers
Bow down and humbled
By her fury

She only does
What she needs to do,
In order to protect
Herself and those
Emerging from dust,
A chance to breathe in glory!

One of her most current lovers
She adorn so much,
Had wooed her
By their adaptive ability!

Surviving miniature apocalypses,
Her newfound love
Managed to beat all the odds,
And learn how to conquer
Too bad this lover became too greedy

Drinking up her generosity
And taking her kindness for weakness

Mother Earth had snapped back
In casting plagues and famines,
Praying for change of hearts
After her lover got disciplined

I apologize
On behalf of your lover
Mother Earth,
For we do not want to understand
Our disruptive nature

Spilling our ungratefulness
Into your waters
And piling up resentfulness on your fragile body

Ploughing your natural curves
To admire man made structures,
We become careless at the species
Who were before us?
And we stomp everything around
With our corrosive footprints

Mother Earth
You are too pure
For us
So we would learn
Se we would learn

To be continued…

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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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