Just Be Still, and Listen… Come, sit here with me awhile. No need to speak, little one. No rush. Listen to the hush. I have stories true to tell.

The coconut tree, The bright sea and, The sunny sun, Give so fun. In the beach party, We have hot tea, And watch bright sea, The coconut water plucking is not a matter. We watch bright sea, And,the buzzing honey bee. We take sun bath,…

“Christmas is the one day, all is merry, The whole family, gathers together, Opening gifts, Sharing stories, On Christmas all is merry and well.   No bad thoughts, No bad moments, No bad feelings, No anger, No disputes, None of this is, allowed on Christmas….

There’s a solemn hymn that’s heard Amongst spirits and demons that hear The word and chants ciphered In the hours that they revere   The Witching Hour An active time that’s said to be: A time when spirits are found to scour And demons play…

How do you want to be remembered, to be seen, to be loved? Did it hurt when Adam demeaned you? Did he matter? Did you love him? Did he hurt you? Did you try to save meek Eve? Did you watch him dig his teeth…

Stillness -Tanka Poem By: LuvMiFreely (Hour 18) Be still and listen For God is talking to you Slow down a minute He knows that you’re frustrated  He wants you to trust in Him

No one in this house is awake. No one writing poetry. No one writing. No one awake in bed. No one begging for sleep. Am I begging? Am I ready to cave, to quit? Am I ready to flip the switch down, lay in darkness,…

I never gave my bones much thought when I had form, flesh. A frame. Inconsequential. When we died, we could join our ancestors, our parents, back and back and back. I do not remember how I died. I know that I did. I was mourned,…

There is a silent truth that fully obeys the plausibility of nothing. Between my fingers, i see one of them growing flabby upper arms and a bloated face While the other one i try to look for in the attic of memory There is a…

Muted Finally, the pandemic is loosening its grip on our lock-downed lives, stores and offices opening, events dormant for nearly two years reappear, though it is a slow process. Zoom hit its peak, now people prefer in-person to virtual. Muted becomes a joke played and…