THE YEAR OF TWENTY-TWENTY

A Reflection from a spot in the world in the year of twenty-twenty

A Spot (Redux)
A Reflection from a spot in the world in the year of twenty-twenty
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The year of twenty-twenty,
Hate must depreciate,
Love must appreciate,
In a spot.
The size of a spot;
doesn’t require too much space,
for it is only a spot.

The year of twenty-twenty,
A spot of life,
from the womb of the universe
where I get to think whatever I want;
While exploring the bodies of waters;
In a spot that offers protection of my peace.

The year of twenty-twenty,
To thine self wake up and stay true,
Although whilst in this year of twenty-twenty,
For in these times seem to be casted into the blue,

The year of twenty-twenty
I am in a spot for,
loving, traveling, dreaming, imagining, smiling,
creating, praying, thinking.and thanking,
when I am in a spot,
a corridor of my mind,
To leave all the negativity behind.

Inside my thoughts,
while in a spot;
Feeling locked in,
Taking this time to open my mind to win.
a spot is for what I allow to come in it,
a spot also comes from within.

Not spinning,
Nor rolling around like a wheel;
Going in circles to no end,
A spot is quiet just still.

The year of twenty-twenty
A spot is a part of me,
My thoughts, my private place of being,
A spot is without,
Though within a world,
Totally full of distractions,
A spot That will eliminate all the unsavory reactions


A spot in my mind,
is a spot.
I can live in a spot for it is mine.
It is only a spot.
In the year of twenty-twenty
We must embrace each other with love,
Expect and respect the love we must share
To take flight like flapping on the wings of a dove.

A spot,
not big enough for the masses,
madness, mayhem, mystery and mischief,
a spot, yet big enough to share.

So therefore,  I am sharing;
from a spot for a spot,
a spot is that positive space of mind;
for with a thought;
can enlighten and brighten up your life,
bigger than the moon.

You also have a spot,
all you have to do is find it.
If life life doesn’t find you well,
be good.

For in the year of twenty-twenty,
Find a spot, we all need one
a spot to have peace of mind; on this earth.
Peace in a spot,
God Blessed, a spot In the year of twenty-twenty.

©Chelley the Poetess 12/27/2020

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


Image: ChelleythePoetess

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.

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