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Why humans couldn’t appreciate their gift until the lava spilled across the once beautiful home

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3 years ago

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BY GLORIA 0’KOYE

Caught up in attempting to be creators,
Destroying what’s given
Just to abandon

Abandon and to search for another,
Another planet to disrupt and conquer

Endangered and Extinctions
Had been coexisting for eons
However our consumer mentality
Would bring destruction to us all!

Quarantined
Got us thinking
Of all the things
We have done wrong,
But the truth is that
There has to be an escalation
For us to feel the burn
Deep inside of our subconscious core

I wonder if other nations
Of this universe
Laughs!
When we run from our worldly problems

All the malicious planning to colonize other lives,
When maybe out in space
They are more advanced,
And we are behind in the
Evolution schedule

Being the first to flee
For those who can afford
Leaving behind the marginalized
Blaming,
They deserved it all

False speeches
Just to buy time,
And forget the ones
Who will feel the wrath?
Caused by our gluttony.

A selfish bunch
That Earth had put up,
But Earth will detox
If we don’t smarten up
And stop being the thorn

Earth will one day be tired of this mistreatment
Because we are the thorns

When all we had to do was listen
To the warnings from the wise,
And not wait for the news to spread
And silence public cries

Maybe once we take ancestral teachings and listen more seriously,
Like the buzz formed by gossips about celebrities

Earth would give us the chance to do right,
But, are our stubborn beings ever going to stop being a nuisance?

Earth is already showing signs
Of not being any more merciful

A sign that those who know
Have dreaded the day,
Of a race against time
To not become part of a history book.

The title,
Why humans couldn’t
Appreciate their gift
Until the lava spilled across
The once
Beautiful home

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The Poetic Word

Meaning of Life

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2 weeks ago

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May 8, 2024

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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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4 weeks 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

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1 month 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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