bloglife, Family, poetry, Poetry Corner

Ever so near

Love is taking time to walk,to hear to listen

Love is in the patience,the showing up,the calls..

Love is wrapped in blankets of hugs,kisses,a cup of coffee,a surprised visit

A  simple hello a rub on the back,a touch of the hand,means so much

to one who feels like life has stopped.

Parents joy are their children,I believe  nothing could cause more pain than as in the show of neglect,lack of respect shown from a child to their parent,

Seeing the ones they have raised,breast fed and helped turn their backs on them

Love is in listening to their stories,laughing their jokes and spending the time,

Time that can never be forgotten or gotten back,

For time for them is limited and so dear

So today,take the time off to care and be ever so near.

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Laurna Guiste

Art, blog,reviews, Family, inspirational, talent

Continuing the Legacy


Sitting at home, reminiscing my brother’s great work and poetry and how much he loved to write, he would wake in the middle of the night, with a phrase or thought and placing it together the next day. Like sewing stitches of words, Staying hours and days placing haikus and finding the perfect rhythm, poetry was my brother’s playground and he knew it well.

His love for the arts, Shakespear, accolards, Derek Walcot, Myer Angelou, all the greats whom he emulated, the way he spoke of their work in such great admiration.

I don’t believe he knew just how much I admired him and wanted to write a quarter of how great he wrote, he inspired the very passion out of me. I can humbly admit he was my biggest fan and I pursued writing because he made it sound like a world of adventure and indeed it is. I remembered when I was about ten years old, I wrote stories just so he could read it over and over and give his feedback and he would always be impressed and would boast that there was something about my writing that just stood out. His words of encouragement were so valuable because they came from someone whom I considered a pro at the art of writing.

I followed the path of writing because he led the way, he decked the walls of literacy with words that popped out at you and ignited your imagination, his words and works created a world I was born in but didn’t yet discover, and I am glad he embarked on  the path.

When I lost my brother during Tropical Storm Ericka in 2016,I felt that the artistic part of me sort of died too, with him being gone I felt no one was left to guide or inspire me. I believe one of his purposes was to help me to crawl, maybe stand and now it’s up to me to walk.  No one can get me to the other side but me.

When I won the Outstanding Youth in Literary Arts award in 2016 I felt he deserved that, it was all him and I did dedicate it to his humble heart and amazing existence.

My brother David was my muse and as he’s gone I realize that he can’t be replaced but I know he would want me to continue writing. I know his legacy is intended to live on through me and I pray that I won’t disappoint and that as he did I will find inspiration through all things. I will not quit or keep making excuses; I will give fan to the flames which he started.

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Laurna Guiste



Family, Writers Space

Farewell Brother.

Please play video as you read,was one of his favorite songs.

After a while the pain and I became as one,walking through crevices that were sometimes roads,sigh my brother would have expressed the events of Erica so much better than i ever could,such a great writer and sweet old soul..sigh as i sit here reminiscing of his great influence over my life.

The effects of Erica would have been a easier pill to swallow if you were still around to talk it over with,you were one to remain calm and optimistic even in the face of danger.You were known for being funny,down to earth,someone who was always willing to listen and you were very understanding.

Now with you gone,it just makes it a little more difficult to breathe, but i know with time I will catch my breath,and live and enjoy every moment,i know  you would cheer me on to smile and not cry. It is a hard thing to accept,but God gives and he takes away,and i know it is not goodbye but it is farewell for just a little while.

I see why you encouraged me to write,because you knew i would carry on the legacy and write,hoping one day to be as great as you. I’m proud to have been related to such a great talent and beautiful soul.Rest in perfect peace my beloved brother David Guiste.

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Laurna Guiste

christainity, eternity, Family, heaven, poetry, Poetry Corner

Don’t walk into the light

Don’t walk into the light,though its what I’m getting used to,Don’t walk off on us just yet,

Come back,step back into this tunnel,and i’m praying that you find some decency in you which will give light to the pathway that will guide you back home. While you were here,i know you danced on the broad path,stayed up late and flirted with darkness,you were not always nice and you oftentimes cursed the God that made you so beautiful,and claimed he didn’t exist you darn fool!

I was always  angry at your decisions,for hating me for standing on that hill, and waving so you could see me,and that you’d see how strong He makes me, but  your wind and energy were aimed to out my flame,you wanted to be water to my fire,now for your sake i wish that water would cleanse you,so God would please spare you,so

Don’t walk into the light!

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Laurna Guiste

(Matthew 5:14)You are the light of the world–like a city on a hilltop that cannot be hidden.


God’s Pearls

The people in our life are not just there for good looks, but are really there to help you through the journey of life. I saw a video recently where this son was sort of a disturbance to his father as he only came home when it was very late and would eat ravenously, the father saw very little of him unless it was at the dinner table where he would eat hungrily causing the father to become very upset. Once he came home after one in the morning and his father rose up to find him eating in the kitchen the father started to argue and fight with him about how he behaved dismannerly, the outraged son run away from home.

The next day he went to work on a construction site that was above ground level, an accident occurred which caused this young man to fall off from the building causing him to be paralyzed from his waist down. While being hospitalized the young man lost all hope for existence, he had no appetite for food, the saddened father cried in regret as he felt for his son’s pain.

He mastered up the courage to place  his son on his  back every day in hopes of making him walk again, the father would make steps as his sons feet dragged along, it was tough and difficult,feeled with tears and pain, but they persisted, he assured his son he would walk again.

One day as they sat at the dinner table the son managed to rise from his wheelchair, in excitement he called on his parents as they witnessed him walk towards the dinner table. The family was so pleased to see him walk; they allowed him to eat as much as he could.

Families and friendships are important; we never know when the people in our lives are going to be no more that is why we have to value, love and appreciate them. Family are like precious stones that God has blessed us with, they should be taken care of and looked after, and they are all given to make our lives more beautiful.

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Laurna Guiste


Family, Writers Space

My Blood Stains

Story one

He left his mark on her innocent skin, his sister his own blood; he touched her when it was yet dark when everyone else had fallen deeply in the arms of slumber. Susan rose early in the morning, tears at her cheeks and blood on her night gown she rushed to the village Witch doctor told him of the brutality she encountered and quickly was handed a medicine that would make him mad.
She didn’t hesitate to place it in his coffee and with a smirk she brought it to his lips, clenching her fist he said “tell no one”

“I promise”.

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Laurna Guiste

Family, Writers Space

Celebrating my Father

My Father

I have always said that I want to marry a man as my father, wise, handsome, hardworking, kind, a family man a talented man. The story of the way my parents courted is one to admire my dad being the old school type did it the right way and that’s the way I want it to be done for me.

As Father’s Day is around the corner I choose to honor my father, and no number of gifts or archives can prove how grateful I am to have a father like him. From elementary school up to my high school years my father is the one who was present at every school meeting, collected report books and was deeply involved in my proper upbringing. He worked extra-long hours just to ensure that his family’s needs were met and there were extra to share. Being a godly man he brought us up in the church and instilled family values and respect in both his sons and daughters. He is a father that is open,real,humorous, brings across solid morale points by using his life examples, he often tells us stories of his youthful days and of his mistakes and encourage us not to repeat them.

My father was a faithful husband and still is, even after the passing of our mother he remains true to love no one else, no one can take the place of his love. I admired them, as a strong devoted couple who was in it for the long haul. Though they argued had little misunderstandings at the end of the day my dad was the one who would often kiss and make up with mom. They demonstrated what true love is all about, theirs was truly unconditional.

Today my dad’s strictness proved to form the firm plateau on which my siblings and I stand, I do not regret any chastisement, the very one I was mad sick about has molded strong ethics within. He has shown more love than ever since the passing of our mother, he has been both mother and father in one, trying to fill her shoes. He is deeply appreciated and I let him know I love him every day. Cheers to Mr. Arthur Guiste my hero, the world’s greatest dad!

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Laurna Guiste

Family, Wife Preparations

Mother Preparations (Motherhood)

Mother Preparations (Motherhood)
Today as we celebrate Mother’s Day a nurse who is the mother of four gave us some sound advice and I just felt led to share what I learnt.
She said that being a good mother and a good wife is properly the hardest test in the world as they entail many challenges. So before a young woman decides to become a mother or wife she has to be fully prepared, best advice is to wait until one is fully ready and prepared to handle the responsibility.
She stressed on the pain, struggles during pregnancy and during labour, the morning sickness, contractions and the cutting of the vagina to remove the child. All the details painted a graphic picture, one of pain and torment that made motherhood look scary. However, she quickly mentioned that after the child is born the mid wife places that child on your abdomen, you are given the child to hold and a bond is created, she says she has witnessed every mother cry at that stage.
Having a supportive partner at that time is also encouraging as a woman goes through all sorts of moods and phases so that is why it is important to wait and settle with a good helpful mate. Not one who will cheat or belittle you when you gain a few extra pounds.
In addition she told us of the character one has to display as a good mother and wife, when the children break your valuables and you are stressed and feel like giving up, she said to exercise peace, love, long suffering, meekness etc. She told of the importance of showing equal love to all children as children tend to get jealous of each other and to also train them up well in the Lord. Training starts from birth and one should use the word (bible) as the manual.
As a good wife and mother one should be faithful to their children and husband, and a wife has the responsibility to look good and take care of herself even after she has had a long day.
All in all, a good mother is one who is strong, faithful, hardworking and loving. Motherhood is challenging but the reaped benefits are worth it.
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Laurna Guiste

Family, Writers Space

My family and I latest adventure

I was born and raised in the Nature Isle of the Caribbean, Dominica. Beautiful,untouched territories waiting to be explored further. Cascading waterfalls,hot springs,lakes and 365 rivers are just to name a few of the gems who lay sweetly across her neck. I was privileged to spend some time visiting these places on Monday,soaking for hours in the warm water and swimming in the coolness of the rivers.

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Laurna Guiste

Family, Poetry Corner

My Mother,Her Memory Remains

Three years now seems like only yesterday since my mother’s death,24th April marks the day she parted us. Was the Loveliest mother and wife in the whole world. Gone but never forgotten, Love you mother.

Like dew drops on roses,
Models an poses I needed your love,
How do I go on knowing you’re gone. Life has no fun,

I miss u so much your kiss an your touch your yelling which I couldn’t stand now I wouldn’t mind hearing over & over again!
WHY did u have to go? what u mean 2 us only heaven knows. Every moment holds a memory of u how can I go on without thinking of you

Everyone seems to be going on but I stand still caught in a memory,

And when I hear your favorite song, see your favorite movie or food I jus get angry an in a sad mood
why cant Jesus take me away too. So I can spend forever with you?
But my life is not yet over there’s more
I have to do so until we meet again mummy I am thinking of you.

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Laurna Guiste