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“Command Me’ To Be Well” Dear kindness Mother (Earth)

Dear kindness Mother, there is still much to discover. How the sky arrives to us in big puffy masses? How humanity has assumed, humans would always be at the top of the food chain.

now something is eating us. Or was it always. So we ask: How safe are our mask? How did it happened? How careless were we not to recognized?

but there in another instant, as the morning dew, replenishes- ancient- Mother. Too my surprise! I saw faith in a beautiful world, once so far apart. Once too distant to notice, a full sweeping-wind. Too busy to care about the smell the of marigolds or watch a daisy spin.

Dotted I’s. me- me-me and mine. A worldly -worlds’ consuming…

And now I see, a pulling together. Imam’s, Priests, Pastors, Rabbi, Master’s, Bishops,Pope, Witch doctors, Sky-Mother, Guru’s, Druids, and even those to sacred to tell.

Praying for healing blessing Mother Earth to be Well.

photo by canvas- created by the kindness sister


Mama’s Cadence:

Just the other day, I ran into the early years of myself. Barely, 4 feet tall, mostly all knees and elbows. I knew it was me, The sun became the smile on both sides of my cheeks. The wind never did know how to style my hair.

Laughter and I were two peas in a pod. Laughing so hard, til my spleen ached in between the moments of leaving home so mama could find another job and a better place to live. Those were hard and good times. Times of pruning and turning. Times uncertain yet worthy of learning.

They were the years the taught me the most resilience. Mama always had a bounce back, (back-bone) spirit. Even now, Mama still wears her smile like its’ Sunday.

She leans over from her hospital bed takes a few sips of steamy Chamomile and says “chile, just smiling, that’s makeup’ enough for me.”

Mama never did believe God made anyone old. Just grace enough to keep on living.

Mama: “getting old was a concept man made. You know, the beauty that God gave, never get’s old. Even when life beats at you or dust-your-coat a few times. So what! You gotta, keep picking up that dust. Blowin’ it back to the wind. If gets down into your eyes and makes your face, get all red and puffy. Wipe that snot off.

Mama: “Crying is the water of life. So if I’m crying, I’m still here. If I’m in pain. My body make a little noise at night . I’m still striving, cause I’m still here.”

“That’s alright by me.”

kindness sis Krissy

Soup of Love Day (3) Napowrimo

napofeature2She wore her cotton purpled sash squares through each yard.

For I never saw a mother with such a discerning eye.

While the day withered from sunshine to bitter night.


For I never saw a mother feed the dead.

In her kitchen with each tool and recipe,

sweeping rounded pipes of potted meat


For I never  saw a mother with such a piercing look

tumbling in and out of oven-soot.


Her humbled feet grounded by the gardens leaves,

just to sing a mumbled tune.

Ah- if that mother’s son could only breathe

For I never saw a mother feed the dead,

with such a discerning eye.

Love in Ten

  1. Love is my feel-good tea.
  2. My Sunday Morning Hey-Ya,
  3.  My shake and bake,
  4. Love is the things I can not see.
  5. Love is my power, no man can control
  6. Love is letting go.
  7. Love is effortless.
  8. Love is how the trees are made.
  9. Love is my whirlwind
  10. Love is leaping through the universe.

“God is Love”

invited to Love in ten Sentences posted by: themissiontomars


Sending it forward I invite these Artist to share what Love is In ten Sentences

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keep it going…

(Day 8)Blues Psychedelic

Soweto, dancing in my pocket.
A rainy- tapping kinda night.
Folding red chairs, popping in and out of sight.
Swaying in a journey,
waking up to Conga.
Gingerly bouncing down my greatest fears.
I’ve got arms so wide, I’m ready to touch the sky.
With dreams so big
Somethin good, bound to happen.
 I’m not dead yet!

Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton

Poetry PotLuck: I Love Lucille Clifton Homage to her Hips even though I am small frame I see my hips as magic too, and her words lift me…  the power in a woman…  Her Poem moves me to have that Self love talk in the Mirror  hey “My life loves me”…

Homage to My Hips
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Lucille Clifton, “homage to my hips” from Good Woman. Copyright © 1987 by Lucille Clifton. Reprinted with the permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179615

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….