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.

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

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.

JUST A PERSISTENT SHADOW

Just a persistent shadow,
Climbed through the window of my mind,
Thought out loudly,
Eyes wide open,
Tried to shake the shadow,
It was a breeze of an incoherent being.

So persistent,
So debilitating,
For through this shadow was pain,
Pulled the safety off,
Breathed in so deeply, exhaled so calmly,
Strength took over and let it go.

The aftermath was serenity and delight,
The reality was, it came by way of vibration,
A break of thought was required,
This was one heck of a break,
For this was just a persistent shadow.

©Chelley The Poetess 2019



I LOST MY TWO BROTHERS

(Written with my emotions)

I lost my two brothers, seems like yesterday,
For with this loss, bereavement continues to stay,
I could have never imagined, this would happen within ten days,
Even with knowing, we will all exit this earth someday.

I lost my two brothers, left me with such an unexpected impact,
Parting ways was the hardest for me, this is my fact,
Although it has been written, no more pain or sorrow,
Left me with heartbreak of missing them, many days after that tomorrow.

I am still so saddened, for my heart stills weighs, heavy past the abyss
Pain within my heart, still to this day exist,
I am realistic, so I must accept this in memory of them both,
I must get down on my knees for strength, and pray at the oath.

I lost my two brothers, the rain inside my heart continues flowing around,
No tears of joy yet, only to cry out to the Lord to help settle me down,
Sometimes, I think, when I think of them, I know their place is better,
For I also know I need to pull myself together.

For in the end of their lives on this earth, we will be together again,
No more rain, only sunshine and birds singing through the winds within,
I pray for mercy to help me to release this pressure on my heart
For losing my two brothers is one of life’s lessons learned from the start.

Rest in Peace Carl and Earl,
By way of my prayers,
I Just want you both to know,
Both of you my brothers, were all that and a bag of pearls.

God Almighty is One who knows,
My prayers oftentimes,
Give me the uplift I need, to continue to let you two go.
I know my brothers, while departing this earth we came to an end,
Knowing you were not just my two brothers, you were my best friends.

©Chelley The Poetess


NICE TO MEET YOU

Nice To Meet You (Respectfully & Certainly)

Nice to meet you today Mr….. , hmmm, beautiful day, is it not?
Respectfully is my name, I have seen you around quite frequently,
I am here to tell you, I want to know your name, in all due respect.

Nice to meet you as well today, Respectfully. I have noticed you too,
No need for Mr…., Certainly is my name, yes it is a beautiful day,
I want to make sure you know, I am interested and Certainly happy to meet you.

Nice to meet you Certainly,
I like a man who is Certainly making sure he is interested in me, or what he wants in a woman, Respectfully,
Respectfully is all in what I give to a man of certainty upon meeting.

Nice to meet you, for we have a lot in common so far,
I like a woman who is Respectfully open for a meeting like this,
I am Certainly also, a righteous loyal man, to a woman who holds respect for herself.

Nice to meet you, for I agree with you
I like a man who is Certainly my type, upon meeting him,
I am Respectfully, honored to be a patient, honest woman.

Nice to meet you, Respectfully,
Nice to meet you, Certainly,
Have a nice day, you have a nice day too.

Nice to meet you all presently, we, Respectfully and Certainly, are now new found friends. We connected by a first impression, respect, certainty, a wonderful conversation, open communication, a nice meeting, a way to happiness, a common interest, sheer beauty, a sure true meaning, righteousness, a loyalty, a personal type, an honor, and patience in understanding, makes for a nice relationship.

Nice to meet you, from the both of us. Respectfully and Certainly.

A LOVE SO RELENTLESS

They had a love so relentless.

They had a love so relentless, nothing could sway the beauty of their heaven. The love they shared was always full of nature and emotion. The palpitations of the water beating upon the border rocks of the coastline. The coastline of nature is what brought them together to each other’s heart. For they had a love so relentless.

The fog clouded the force of negativity for their love to outweigh it. Through a sweet smell of pine extracted from a tree nearby. A wispy wind of air blew inside their chests, emerging and igniting a powerful feeling of euphoria. They looked to the sky and sparks began to fly between them. For they had a love so relentless.

The clouds gave way for the sun to shine into their happy space. Their smiles began to share between them with the show of a rainbow. A sheet of rain started to fall upon their heads with a soothing and vibrant calming. They stared deeply at one another with wet faces and teeth showing. For
they had a love so relentless.

They climbed to a mountain top to look at the view. The day was pleasing to them once they got to the top of the mountain. The air became thinner so they had to breathe from each other’s breath. They relaxed and held hands the duration. The electricity surged between them now creating power. For
they had a love so relentless.

REMEMBER

An imprint was left on many a souls

Remember,
An imprint was left on many a souls,
Remember,
Uncivilized treatment from years of old,
For the many who told the truth, had been broken,
Therefore, the truth was treated as an unethical token,
Remember,
What still remains, is the memories of a sordid past, unspoken,
Remember,
The imprint was a stain on lives of the many innocent,
Remember,
The time is now for those who did this, to open your heart to repent it
Remember.
To whom it may concern, along with all involved, do a rethink in order to get to a resolve.
Remember.