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


Quote: by Chelley The Poetess

“I will”

“I will say I live today,
I will say I love today,
I will say no fear today,
I will say I will today,
I will say I can today,
I will say I am today,
I will,
Today.”

©Chelley The Poetess 7/2020

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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

A STORY OF THE ISM

(Written with (Truth, Peace, Love and Understanding God Bless us All!)

We are in a world full of the ism.
We the people being led by a hypnotist of this hypnotism.
We are forged to forget being lost of a past and present prism,
We the people suffer and continuously are looking for escapism.

We need to get away from the altered deep state of criticism.
We the people are being harmed by acts of recidivism.
Although the escapism is not to be locked inside the deep of a mindset,
for us not to see is stigmatism, trying to captivate us all with the acceptance of pauperism.

To think, the only way to survive the ism is to live by a rule to join into the
capitalism or just to accept the way of socialism, stop all the radicalism,
for this is not a way for, showing proper symbolism cultivating life without
war.

Leave it to the politicians,
to eradicate a system not truly meant to be helpful for anyone, anyway, anyhow, its unrealism, dictating by way of blaming their own journalism,
for what the mindblowers have already done. Designed only just to keep all
people down and against each other with racism. This is really sadism, what
is needed is a baptism, along with a cleansing through an exorcism.

In a world full of shady nepotism, we need a new mechanism, to let go and let God to get us out of this unsavory scum. Treating many a women second class terribly with sexism. For the everyday average people, listen, God created us in the realism, to be thankful, grateful, also honorable, and to give by showing appreciation without skepticism. With God all is possible for it is always optimism, not pessimism and God will be done with all this
satanism on the run.

In a day and time where a lot of the world seems to be focusing on materialism, whereas for the greedy of this behaviorism, they do not even
care about the truth of what is right, they call it criticism, nor what is so the usual norm to them cynicism, is to be the leaders of their own game of narcissism. For they have a joy of playing and displaying all the cruelty they put on this land, so we won’t walk hand in hand, no love just haterism to us humans.

God Bless us all! With love. Savor your love, faith, hope and belief to our Most Highest (God) to protect us keep us all with his Mercy and Grace bestowed and thou will be done with all this satanism on the run.
A STORY OF THE ISM

(Written with (Truth, Peace, Love and Understanding God Bless us All!)


A STORY OF THE ISM
©ChelleythePoetess 4/2020


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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