THE CALIFORNIA FIRES

Mayday, Mayday California is on Fire.

I am devastated these days by the California fires,
mayday, mayday, hurried, rushed and ordered to evacuate,
you must get to safety and stay out of the fury of the fire’s way,
for we that know the danger of fire and destruction does not play,
a fire can change your life in minutes on one hour of a day.

In California a climate of fierce flames of wildfires, has arrived,
gray and black smoke, haze, with orange hues, darkness in daylight skies,
burning and torching hot with homes and buildings crashing down,
the disaster of these fires, hot and scorching, no end in sight as of now.
Air quality down, nowhere to run, nowhere to turnaround.

These wildfires are lit like giant size molten coals of amber, glowing in a forest size barbecue pit,
harboring degrees of the triple digits Fahrenheit,
Mother Nature delivered a show for California with strikes of lightning,
that struck out all electricity and all the light. I remember it started lightning outside my window one night.

Explosions, implosions, over here and over everywhere,
I thought I saw a tunnel,
my eyes were burning; dripping tears; what an illusion,
for the tunnel was not there.

The only lights were dry ashes held with embers and sparks.
eyes so blurry at this moment,
I could not see usual surroundings,
nor could I even see the park.

Winds gusting, lots of crackling, melting down everything in sight,
the fire started raging like a bull to defeat the matador,
while taking down more wires and trees, scalding, blazing, and blistering
Lord please relax this force of nature, bring it to a halt and make it alright.

The California fires are overwhelming and overpowering,
spewing vapors, while delivering catastrophic fumes that are devouring,
a poisoning breath of strife, toxic in every way as well as killing off our wildlife.

The California fires are additionally destroying roads, no outlets,
bringing more heat to these wildfires along with everything in its path.
I feel this need to say more for Mother Nature is rolling out her power, of a furious wrath.

This is another atrocity to add to the present day battles we have in suffering all over this world, so much to face right now, I oftentimes wonder, what else is in store for a world which seems to be continuously trembling down.

People in and of the Golden State are unsure where they stand,
All I can say is keep your faith, lift and love one another, your fellowman.
For in this way our reach can pull us through this furious smothering all over California land.

For California and fire detection, we leave this to the Lord to keep us protected,
so we may continue to move in the right direction.
For in this year of twenty twenty, through the embers of wood from nature’s trees, I can continue to feel the hope of a resurrection.

I can pray for Mother Nature to calm the winds down and bring all to safety,
I can and will pray for the firefighters too, for they are working overtime to save me and you. Thank you firefighters with Blessings to you all for the courageous, heroic frontline work you all do.

I am taking this time to write this bit of some California fire history and herstory down. For I am living in these California dire straits moment by moment, in an unprecedented time as of right now.

Mother Nature sends heat warnings along with gusts of wind,
a higher rage of nature, feeling this in my heart, I cannot smile right now as the fires continue to roar.
For too many more of these fires can easily end up at my front door.

Pray for California.

OUR LOVE IS

Our love is an arrow shot to our heart

Our love is an arrow shot to our heart
Our love is a happy intricate part
Our love is your eye to my eye
Our love is truly no lie
Our love is lovingly mature
Our love is mutual to endure
Our love is day and night flights
Our love is heat that ignites
Our love is solid together
Our love is in this relationship forever
Our love is your sigh to my relief
Our love is shared in this belief.

©8/2020 Chelley The Poetess


YOUR LOVE

I will always remember your love though.

Your love was like,
a painted picture of a boat,
flowing up and down a stream,
alluring I into your relaxation of water.

All of a sudden,
while in a sloshing, serenity moment,
your love captured me like a twinkle of a star,
reflecting from the motion of the water.

For in both our eyes,
ooh, what a flicker from that moment,
to this one,
is where the sadness came into play.

For it was your hidden broken self,
you began to display to me,
your pain,
over and over again, my dear.

Your trivial antics pulled your love away from me,
while altering the state of your true well being,
when I first met you,
wow, your love.

Your views were so dynamic,
so I thought back then,
I will always remember your love though.

Your love.

ONE

For one to understand

One.
For one to understand
the true meaning of oneself
One must learn their true value in doing so
Defining one’s truth is their facts
For morals play a factor in one’s life.

One.
For one to understand
what it is to be understood
listen,
otherwise one will never understand
why one is misunderstood
one must know thyself
then one will
overstand to define who they are.
One.

-Chelley The Poetess © 7/2020

THE BEAT OF A DRUM

#Black History Time, Giving respect for a vision to the rhythm that never gets old.

Bang! Bang! Bang!,
I know you thought it was a gun,
No! No! No!,
It was the beat of a drum,
We can dance to it, we can sing with it too,
We can always take a moment to meditate to it’s mystical groove.

Boom! Boom! Boom!,
I know you thought it was a bomb,
Ha! Ha! Ha!,
It was the beat of a drum,
Our ancestors created it for us to understand where we come from.

The beat of the drum was the vibration which lifted their souls,
Giving respect for a vision to the rhythm that never gets old.
The original beat was embedded from our past for the future generations to come.
As the story repeats itself, same sentiment of the drum.

The drum created for where we kept all self respect.
Held by the drum to remember our stories with intellect,
Never to neglect, always a way to reflect.
Save your bet, for through pain and sufferance,
Never breaking our spirit as of yet.

Whack! Whack! Whack!,
I know you thought it was a whip,
Never ever did you all think that the drum is what we came equipped with.
So soothing, not even a savage beast could beat,
For in this bloodline, some things you could never defeat.

Talk with God,
For the drum was created from our past, for the present and to the future.
Lord, I hope for the blind may feel or see.
For the beat of a drum is life and freedom, for people of our ancestry.
Like some of you, with the same ancestral like of me.

The drum defines the rhythm in our melanin of you and me,
From our ancestors with dignity and integrity,
Lest not ever forget where we come from, no matter the lost,
Always remember the drum does not come with a cost.
So unique, a sound, so sweet, never forget that spiritual beat.

Bam! Bam! Bam!,
I know you thought it was a bat-a-ram,
No! not this time, for it was the drum beaten for all to gather around.
Tapping into the spirit to open our ears for God’s joyful noise of sound.
In finding direction to where we would be held and or bound.

Never lost, by God, always found,
For the drumbeat is what keeps us sound.
The beat of a drum still keeps us presently around.

THE BEAT OF A DRUM
©chelleythepoetess 02/11/20

SHE WAS SUN

Naturally delivers a ray of Hope

She was Sun,
She sets by a ray of light,
Whilst going down, coordinating color,
She would rise by light of day to brighten it,
She was Sun,
She glares through the internal focal window.

She was Sun,
She awakens the sky of heavenly light,
When raising up, she comes to enlighten the day,
She endures thee darkness to bring light,
She was Sun,
Shining brightly, like an always lit lantern.

She was Sun,
She sustains the sky, for it’s never ending gleam,
Ultimately she extends sovereignty inside a moment feel,
She allows more light to lift internal spirit,
She was Sun,
Energizing the nature of well being

She was Sun,
She fulfills a sight unseen to be seen,
Whenever she glows up, many winter’s relief prevail,
She shines the electrical firework spark, setting off light,
She was Sun,
Storms come to an ending at this time.

She was Sun,
She evens the blinding sands upon plains,
Always ready to brighten, for what is next she has in store,
She prospers from a healing of health and nature,
She was Sun,
Seasons change, equating a change to nurture.

She was Sun,
She radiates power with emergence,
Always able to melt the freeze of shivers,
She turns up light into a new morning day,
She was Sun,
Naturally delivers a ray of Hope.

She was Sun.

A MAN NAMED SICK ©

I knew this man

I knew this man named Sick,
The way he talked and the way he walked,
I knew he was slick,
He told me he was sharp on his game,
I told him truth would be his claim to fame.

Sick said he didn’t have to play by the rules,
I told Sick, he could end up in all the wrong schools,
Sick said, I am too damn overtly clever,
I said Sick, you are headed to that place called never,
Sick spoke about all he would do not to get to that place ever.

I told Sick to rethink his thoughts and change his ways,
Sick said, why should I? I’ve been doing this all my days,
I said, I don’t care what you do,
I’m giving you advice, just to help save yourself from you.

Sick just laughed at me and said, listen woman you can’t tell me nothing
that’s already embedded in my head,
I told Sick, you are so animated, inadequate, ignorant and not well read,
For the consequences of your lesser deeds of what you portray are gonna get you busted all upside your head.

I felt in my gut, this would be the last time I would ever see Sick again,
Knowing him from childhood and the neighborhood, he had become sin,
Moving forward from our conversation that day, I felt a need to pray,
For I knew Sick would not live a long life doing things in his way.

My day was done, so I decided to watch the six o’clock news, to my dismay,
The news struck my nerve about the conversation I had with Sick that day,
The reporter said, a young man was struck down by three bullets to the head,
News traveled fast from the neighbors, saying it was someone from our neighborhood, which was called and known as The Shred.

Sitting still I gazed at the television thinking about my premonition,
I was hoping it wasn’t the person whom I had envisioned,
Sick was the first person who came to my mind.
I said, Oh Lord, please no more death at this time.

Following my first mind, I rushed to the hospital to see if it was Sick,
The doctor asked me if I could and would identify this man,
I said I know this man and yes I can,
I told the doctor we all called him Sick but his true birth name was Rick.

The doctor continued with the scenario of what his gunshot wounds were,
The doctor also told of Sick’s last words of what the strife Sick had incurred,
At this time all the doctors gathered around me, while one told me he held on to his life as long as he could
for there was nothing else they could do or would,

Another doctor said, Sick was screaming and shouting for us to save his life,
He asked this particular doctor to call the woman who gave him the best advice.

RIP SICK.