Tag: chelleythepoetess

SIGHT FROM THE HEART

Some of us have sight, but still can’t perceive,
The beauty around us, that we ought to receive,
We take for granted, who has always been there,
Stop! Take time out to appreciate others, not stop to just stare.

Others see more than what meets the eye,
They notice the details, they don’t just pass by,
They find the magic in the simplest things,
They also appreciate to see joy that nature brings.

What of, those who can’t see with their eyes,
The ones who must rely on their heart, their spirit, their ties.
To the world around them, to sense its true form,
Their other senses become alerted, heightened and warm.

For they know the heart cannot be seen,
They love, the connection, that flows in between,
The physical world and the heart’s own internal beat,
Plays a rare, rhythmic, precious, melodic song that’s truly sweet.

So therefore, we must cherish our sight and our heart,
For they work together to be fair, to create a moving work of art,
A masterpiece that’s unique to each and every one,
The heart is created for a life that is yet to be spun.

We must learn to trust the eyes of our heart,
To see beyond the surface, to go beyond that part,
To understand the message that’s hidden inside,
We must let the truth become our intuition guide.

For when we can see with our heart, not only with our eyes,
We can open up to a world that’s full of a happy surprise,
We can find new meaning for the mundane to become anew,
We can discover the joy in everything else we can do.

So let us celebrate the gift of life and sight,
Both the physical, the spiritual, with all our might,
Let us use our heart to spread truth, love and light,
To guide us through the darkness of these chaotic nights.

-ChelleyThePoetess 03/2023

BUT

Time waits,
But listen to the clock’s ticking,
It tells it,
Stars sparkle,
But the blink twinkles,
For all to catch it,
Eyes wide open,
But not always seeing,
Tears dropping,
With emotion,
But still believing,
Eyes crying,
But emotion not there,
Flags flying,
But surrender is everywhere.

Too much,
But not enough is real,
So much,
But got enough is the deal,
Hey man,
But hey lady is first,
No water,
But dry mouths thirst
Sky is sunny, 
But sun is bright,
Moon is aglow,
But in the dark,
Shines a beacon of light at night.
So many lies, 
But truth is belief,
So much violence,
But the toll is grief.

Love is in need, 
But energy is untimely forsaken,
Earth is grounded, 
But movement is shaken,
Seed is planted,
But life still arrives,
Whilst peace not granted,
But detriments will not save lives,
Laughter shrugs pain,
But smiles still  remain aware,
Sadness is strength,
But suppression is despair.

Walking through ruins,
But destruction is already done,
Thinking out loud,
But sound quieted by gun,
Chaos is confusion,
But changes can create repair,
Sit still to earn,
But stand still for there is more to learn,
Trying to implicate minds,
But memories flatline implications all the time,
Make a way to open up,
But until a closed mouth get totally
fed up.

So much to show,
But less of nothing to tell,
Put together new  pieces,
But allow solutions to prevail,
If one cannot resign from negativity on the banner,
But one can uphold the beauty of
life in a respectable,
But beautiful, loving,
But also kind manner,
This is all I will say,
But… um..um..um..um..um……..but.

Chelley The Poetess ©8/2022

SHARE WITH ME

Share With Me

As I awake with daybreak shining through,
I visualize a grand new day for me loving you;
I know as time may get shorter, as I know times may turn even worse,
A years worth of you sharing love with me, feels wholesome on this earth..

Your strength is my protection; like a shield on the front line,
How I make it through all these obstacles
Is by securing my love with you all the time.
Your love I hold so deeply also pleasingly, yet radiantly divine.

Share with me the love, share with me the pain,
Seems as though, sharing with me the love, gives me more in life to gain.
Share with me the hurt, share with me the pain,
I factor in the power of what we have come to; is so beautiful and not in vain.

When I climbed that mountain, pulsating was my blood with my heartbeat,
I pulled on the love; for I knew it would get me to the highest peak.
As I climbed, I imagined how far a journey it was going to take,
Everlasting, for I to know the worthiness of love you and I make.

The willows in nature, helped to nurture my heart for a while,
For when I thought of you, while attempting the mountain climb,
I could climb it much more easier with a warm, also luscious smile.

Share with me the love, share with me the pain,
Seems as though, sharing with me the love, gives me more in life to gain.
Share with me the hurt, share with me the pain,
I factor in the power of what we have come to, is so beautiful and not in vain.

Whilst time had shortened, I began to tire from my mountain climb,
Night began to fall, so much darkeness on my path and sector
It was the shield and the love you gave, you are now my protector.

So well, as I know your touch, for I climbed a mountain high,
My memory taketh me there again; for it was a victorious climb,
For I felt it was you, right there, right behind me, as always, right on time.

Share with me the love, share with me the pain,
Seems as though, sharing with me the love gives me more in life to gain.
Share with me the hurt, share with me the pain,
I factor in the power of what we have come to; is so beautiful and not in vain.

As I lay down somewhat tired from a full day of physical activity,
All I want from you right now is to wrap your arms around me,
I want you to pull me close and cuddle like warm spice in love’s nativity.

I feel so soothed and nurtured; from your touch I feel your care,
Right now I am so full of love with you, I only want to share,
I also feel so beautiful, enlightened for loving your spark and glare.

Share with me the love, share with me the pain,
Seems as though, sharing with me the love gives me more in life to gain.
Share with me the hurt, share with me the pain,
I factor in the power of what we have come to; is so beautiful and not in vain.

ChelleythePoetess©

8/3/20 Share With Me


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.

I ALWAYS CAME TO SHARE

I Always Came To Share

You felt so alone I had to wonder why
I thought to myself how could this be
I rose to the occasion to show you how to smile again
Showing love for you as God had given to me

You would always appear to me to be disappointed
Fighting many of the  demons of your past
This is why God had placed me into your life to begin
All you did was complain, yell and scream to no end

When you were down in your life I always came to share
Therefore you thought you knew that I would always be there

You had to know I was a blessing sent to you with two doves
God’s message to me was to show you again how to love
You did not think for one moment what was sent to you
For playing with your demons was all you knew

Now you’re lonely, bitter, evil and even hateful too
Casting stones for no reason to make you feel good
To no avail will you ever get what you may want out of life
Just for that selfish personality called misunderstood

Excuse after excuse will  never get you nowhere
Making haste out of waste is also just as bad
Had you realized what you had from the very start
You could have had a beautiful love, oh what an art

One should never take a true love given for granted
Thinking you must prove an upper hand
For in this life promises get broken each and everyday
So you must understand that life can deal you a bad hand

Mending  your wicked ways is always best for you
If life lessons hasn’t shown you this as of yet
All you must do to make a better way in your heart is:
You must redeem the evil behavior that you invest

When you were down in your life, I always came to share
Therefore you thought you knew that I would always be there
You must show appreciation, in return for the best love of all
If not, well then obviously this is not your call

I Always Came To Share

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©I Always Came To Share
by Chelley 11-2016

 

 

 

A Nature Course

A Nature Course

Like the sparkle of spring water
Like the ray of sun
Like the motion of the ocean
Like the whistle of wind
Like the gusting of sand
Like the smell of air
Like the wet of rain
Like the creatures of nature
Like the beauty of flower
Like it all for nature is on a steady course

Taste of spring water
Energy of sun
Coolness of ocean
Sound of wind
Color of sand
Crisp of air
Moisture of rain
Creatures of  land
Bloom of flower
Nature is on a changing course

Liquidity in spring water dried
UV  in sun burned
Force in oceans flooding
Chill in winds freezing
Grit in sand stormed
Breath of air polluted
Rise of rain drowning
Bud of flower wilted
Creatures of nature demise
Nature took a turn for the worse of course

A Nature Course

nature impact

© A Nature Course by Chelley 2016

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