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Month: November 2022

Posted on November 20, 2022November 20, 2022

To My Other-Half: A Soulful Poem

I came in swimming in this internal knowing. I am not alone in this thing.Always felt like someone, something, was watching, behind the scenes.Protecting, directing, reminding me. I am the real thing, and as of yet, I still don’t know what this means. But I’m searching, seeking the truth no matter what the cost.Waiting for…

Posted on November 19, 2022November 19, 2022

Dear Diary: The Prayer of a Poetess

Dearly Beloved My Divine, I know I talk to you all the time, but this is an uprising in me and I feel the words rising, leaking from my fingers, pure energy. Now, I am less uneasy and more at peace, and that has to mean something. because it means everything to me. I know…

Posted on November 17, 2022November 17, 2022

Goonie: Comeback Poetry

Made a goonie out of me. I woke up laughing, deciding to eat chocolate with my coffee, and spend the whole day finding more reasons to laugh at my surroundings. Not being malicious. I was born this way. I came here laughing at ironies. Listening, trying to learn things their way. Did my best to…

Posted on November 14, 2022November 14, 2022

Whole-Soul Equals Sole-Goal

Find me some wholeness. Just a little rest.Want to close my eyes and invest, no flex.Time to receive my best. Get out of my head.No vacancy for low vibrations. That’s what I said, use the backdoor you came in from. My sanctuary doesn’t house the dead. I’m calling love home. Come to find me where…

Posted on November 14, 2022November 14, 2022

All About the Green: Pocket-Sized Poem

I see the world through the emeralds Life gifted me, it’s no wonder the green speaks volumes eternally drawing and calling. I love the trees. I love the grass beneath me, I love the brown and red it’s covering. I love that what runs in my body, seems to be, a small expression of everything…

Posted on November 14, 2022November 14, 2022

Summoning The Warmth Within Me: Winter-time Poetry

Feel you sitting inside my belly laughing.Has me wondering what you’ve found funny.So I’m closing my eyes and tuning in to my favorite channel.Inside vibrations take me away in waves.As I breathe in the smoke and rays that raise me. I accept Your hand Infinity, take me beyond what I see.Lift me from these scenes…

Posted on November 11, 2022November 11, 2022

My Heartbeat: Contemplative Poem

I am in love with the energy I’m feeling.I am accepting it to coexist in my reality.I am inviting this smile to sit with me, gracing my entire space, eternally.I am inviting laughter to fill my belly.I am asking it to envelope all of me.I am accepting higher traits into being, humor, love, and integrity….

Posted on November 10, 2022November 10, 2022

Dreams and Whims Metastasis into Abundance and Beauty: Contemplative Poetry

A little nip-tuck. Skim from the surface.Got the infinite creator just waiting.Patiently, patience is key little me.Without it, we might leap unfinished.From the furnace into the ring before cooling. Stripped naked trying to impress the king.Only to reveal… I am still learning.I trust. Not because I must but because…In the past when I haven’t, I…

Posted on November 10, 2022November 10, 2022

Looshing is for Bitches: Spiritual Poetress

Thirty-three have to be honest, I was expecting something different to meet me.White tigers and lions to begin with. Had this image.In my mind, they would find me. Walking out of the blue.Sitting in front of me docile as a kitten, really. Testing.Waiting to see; would I run or would I rest and be?They didn’t…

Posted on November 10, 2022November 10, 2022

The Call of the Mountains: Reflective Poetry

I woke up assuming the best. Yes. Today. I will be blessed.I won’t even stop there, I will be so damn blessed I become a blessing. Asking. Bold and fearless, as I was meant to be.Aiming for big things. I’m talking beyond my imagining. I have a confession I’ve spoken to mountains.I wish them well…

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