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The Poetic Word

My Fear

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3 years ago

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

My fear of speaking on different issues,

Is the unsatisfied public?

“Is that your lived experience? Why on earth do you care to talk about it?”

“Is your bloodline these people? Go worry about your own before helping out others!”

“Don’t speak if you don’t get all the tiniest details perfected. Oh make sure you do this and that!”

“Wait what! You speak on things you want to learn? They would be disgusted if they heard you don’t do that!”

Your voice and curiosity to go outside and explore,

May be shut down by closed-minded doors

If I have a passion for many years

But didn’t know how or where to start,

Wouldn’t a piece to spark interest from those who are willing to teach a genuine heart?

My fear is speaking out different issues

Are the ones whose intentions was to protect.

“Why soak yourself in a tub of traumas?”

“Why bringing up the past?”

If my work brings more harm than good

Than I would agree

And take a break.

But if writing is the only way I speak,

Would you cut out the only way for me to express?

The silence is a deadly silence

For voiceless.

Vocals been shut down by those

Who rather shut the uprising?

Out of self-doubts and selfishness.

To speak out to gain fame

Is the reason why mistrust was planted in the first place?

So from a place to open up

To capture those

With relatable ears

From a place where I speak

To gain more insight,

Of heart stricken issues

So I can sit and hear!

I am no longer allowing

Outside voices

To silence me

No longer allowing inside judgements and non constructive criticisms

Have me worried.

I am dedicating the next several

Pieces of my art

To share some inner stories.

I am no longer fearful of how people may think of me!

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The Poetic Word

Everlasting Flames-to be Submitted

Published

6 days ago

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April 25, 2024

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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

Published

3 weeks ago

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April 11, 2024

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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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The Poetic Word

How beautiful it would be to love again

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1 month ago

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March 28, 2024

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Like relearning to crawl,

Taking baby steps

Praying that there will be no falls.

Reopening back up a secured vault,

Filled with luxuries of the most potent

Human emotion,

A necessity to remain sane and strong.

 

It cures and reverses illnesses.

Prolonging healthy life

Once the barriers crumble

Like brick silos.

 

A renewed love resurfacing

Unhealed wounds

To be properly treated

Instead of decaying.

 

If only love could exist

Without any historic chains

To pierce the tender flesh

Of a beating heart

That wants to love,

Not to risk being in pain once again.

 

How beautiful it would be

To fall in love again.

Heights being reached

To know what it means to love again.

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