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Smile, Love & Give ( taking in the moments with laughter )

What would you do if you won the lottery?

I would love to travel. Create safe houses for women. I would love put my kids in better schools. Giving them the opportunities I didn’t have. Most of all, I’d give to grassroot organizations , reopen the library that is shut down in my neighborhood. I can see myself giving because, that’s what I do now.

I would love to think money is the answer. I know it can solve a lot of problems. However, on the real, what would I do? Winning the Lottery for me is much deeper one that is spiritual, i.e. enlightenment, long life, with good health, watch the children grow up with no #childhoodtrauma…. funny enough, I was in a playful mood this weekend. So I played the lotto, and won 4 dollars, ha! 🤣Winning the lottery is about living life. Having fun. I plan to do every bit of that! 😊🙌🏾🌻🤘🏾💙 (that’s me as a little girl)

P.S. everything I said, I’m working on. I don’t have to wait, I’m winning right now…. 💙

Day 7(Fingers) Split Ends

Complicated as brushing maybe.Parting hairs was the least of their worries.Unleavened bread will be buttered with sunken stories. Told by the ancestors, drumming pasts slumber and sleep.Rumbling giants speaking into the deep.Plumbing through youthful cries, burdens no mans able to gutter. Oh inner guide, please do not stutter,plain speech, I beseech you utter.

Today’s device assonance,form is poetry prose I tried with using (U sound ) The meaning is related to a dream I had of the drum sound in my sleep. Happy Writing…

Day 5 (Fog) Crystal

Naw,naw naw.

Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.

Shadow-calling God in Make believe.

Somewhere past the moon squares.

Where men are made of snow.

Fiery rains a comin,

Ya can’t fix stupid,  everywhere you go.

Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor

(Day 4 Animal)Queenie

Her name was Queenie

I watched her,

swallow down her babies,

then I thought

A mother who consumes her young

Watch out,

Life is Crazy…

true story when I was a kid, My dog must have been sick or maybe the puppies…

Poetry challenge to write about an animal

Day 3 (Trust): Colors of Skin

Skipping light,gotta find time to be,

Kind,letting go suicidal humming;she’ll rise above, wrinkled lines.

If she could only see, the colors in her own glass.

Never then, would she pretend to be trapped, instead she’d be free.

Today’s word is trust:Writing Poetry 201 Challenge

To trust myself is a challenge after so many falls and let downs…(trusting the skin I’m in)

Happy writing….

Day 2, (Journey) All I have…

 

Can it Be?

Borrowed Love.

And she ain’t dead.

Inside my head.

Stupidly sitting.

.
On highways left side.

But she can’t spare, her own socks full of sorrows,

all because,

she borrowed love.

Day 2,Journey

When my soul speaks

She was not just a pretty orange to peel.Her vitamin c, drove back the mucus of icicles.

Hacking deeply like rusty faucets,

sputtering brown,

then yellow ,almost pasty clear.

She would not quit, come too far in the snow.

Open the oceans wide and you’ll find me.

In the arms of hope,

I’m finding my way to life….

Humble Sense

Black Waters Spice,

You do something nice,

A comfy currant with cinnamons and cayenne.

Inside my Low-days,

Fishy-grey thoughts.

I do blame,

wash away with Lavender & Sage.

My black waters spice

I found my happy, smells good too…