You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
(A heart felt tribute to all women )
I am despair - I am heartache - I am the one that feels the sorrow - I am the comfort that ease the pain.
I am the shelter from the storm- I am the refuge found in a fortress filled with faith, hope and charity - I am peace in a world where there is turmoil - I am trust when others have none - I am love for the unlovable - I am a sanctuary for all. I am Woman.
Iam the one that conceives and protect the young - I am the warmth that covers the babe - I am the milk that nourishes the infant child - I am the sweet taste of the honey from the bee...
I am the birthright of God and Love - Iam the incubator for the immaculate conception - I am the womb that delivered thy forefather Abraham - Iam the breast he laid upon.
I am the burst of existence that unfolds the freshness of the air and the beauty of universe everywhere. I am the product of all four (4) seasons - I am the endless parade of the beauty of nature - I am the splendor that multiply each flower with its unique size, shape, fragrance and radiant color.
I am the essence that beholds more than the apparent eye can see - I am the look at the miracle of birth - I am the cover -up for many tribulations to come- I am a vision beyond the apparent glance - I am deep - I am within. I am Woman.
I am the transformation of rebirth - I am born again - I am the out burst of the soul set free.
I give thanks, praise and honor to God - I toil faithfully for my heavenly reward.
I am a virtuous woman- I hold in my hand the lighted torch - My crown on my head extended high - I am the Goddess of Liberty and Justice - I am royalty paving the way for others to follow - I am "Queen" of the land of freedom and opportunity on the solid rock - I stand. I am Woman.
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
SWeet warriour when shall I haue peace with you?
High time it is, this warre now ended were:
which I no lenger can endure to sue,
ne your incessant battry more to beare:
So weake my powres, so sore my wounds appeare,
that wonder is how I should liue a iot,
seeing my hart through launched euery where
with thousand arrowes, which your eies haue shot:
Yet shoot ye sharpely still, and spare me not,
but glory thinke to make these cruel stoures,
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads,
AURORA lifts the torch of day;
The shad'wy brow of Night recedes,
Cold dew-drops fall from every spray;
Now o'er the thistle's rugged head,
Thin veils of filmy vapour fly,
On ev'ry violet's perfum'd bed
The sparkling gems of Nature lie.
The hill's tall brow is crown'd with gold,
Sparkling, dreaming, soothing
Luster, glow, brilliance, colors,
Warming, nurturing, dazzling
The hour grows late
Red sun, cherries, rose
Won't peace begin in hearts?
joy in the garden
among peach, reds, plums and green
peace and beauty rose
cherry blossom scents
sweethearts in the blue lilies
cat frisks with daisies
in reddish sunset
orchids of many colors
Heavy pressures of fame were getting to me, since I was world famous,
And desperately needed a getaway, as a rainbow sometimes detains us.
I was a successful performer, and ardent press went wherever I went,
Like exotic sunsets, which give not 100, but up to a thousand percent.
I'd always really loved my career, the excitement, the fans and thrills,
Sort of like the sensation you get, when a pale moon gives you chills!
Yet I needed to be completely alone, in a distinctive retreat of my own,
That’s not you
You were made wonderful but from the dust
You grow weak and your body whither
Yet one thing never dies, it’s only part of you
It yearns for goodness