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 SPOT

Thought: In my own little world

I am in my own little world,
a spot.
the size of a spot;
doesn’t require too much space,
for it is only a spot.

A spot of life,
from a womb;
where I get to think whatever I want;
in body waters;
a spot that protects my peace.

I am in a spot for,
loving, traveling, dreaming, imagining, smiling,
creating, praying, thinking.and thanking,
when I am in a spot.

Inside my thoughts,
while in a spot;
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.

A spot is a part of me,
my thoughts, my private place of being
a spot is without;
but within a world,
totally full of distractions,
a spot only to feel my peace.

A spot in my mind,
is a spot.
I can live in a spot for it is mine.
It is only a spot.

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

So 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.

Find a spot,
a spot to have peace of mind; on this earth.
Peace in a spot,
God Blessed.

A spot.

12/2020 Chelley The Poetess

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.

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.

TONIGHT (Part 2)

He Returns

He pondered days and months and now a year had gone by
His conscience kept leading him back to he and she
He knew he must return to the meadow with hopes to see her again
Tonight his journey to the meadow with an urgency would begin

He got back to the meadow hoping she would be there
He also knew a lot of time had elapsed since that one night
He figured his apology of their past could be zero to none
Tonight he felt so sad for her to do what he had done

He now felt contempt for not knowing what he should do
He was still determined to see his journey all the way through
He began to map out what course he could or would take
Tonight he could not waste more time for goodness sake

He had constant questions nagging at him about he and she
He felt a sense of darkness hit him deep down inside his soul
He awakened to how he had demeaned her light from within
Tonight he cried  O’ Lord deliver me for I have sinned

He fell down to his knees and he began aloud to pray
He ask the Lord to direct and rescind his wrongful actions to the right
He told the Lord that he had not followed life’s golden rules
Tonight he would submit to the Lord’s blessed and sacred school

He realizes his journey to see her now may be tried but true
He could not accept how bad he hurt her feelings that first night
He feels now he needs more help from the power of the Lord
Tonight he can feel better for redeeming to the Lord’s accord

He finally thought he should come back to the meadow real soon
He therefore acknowledge that time may not wait for many a moon
He proceeded to ask the neighbors he knew they both grew up with
Tonight he felt somewhat relief for this could be his answer to all this.

©2019 Chelley The Poetess