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Happy International Women’s Day

Strong Women,may we know them,may we raise them may we be them..

Untapped Reservoir,so lays the depth of the talent of women,

Unappreciated are the detailed work that we conceive, yet like the certainty of the sun of each new day,we rise,we love,we bear,

Like a tree,planted,our roots have gotten stronger with time as we learn the lessons of the season,

We are beautiful,understated is our strength and wisdom.

We are often overlooked,underpaid,placed on pedestals,failing to make the cut,

Yet we keep blooming,glowing we keep growing,

Forced to wear the pants,

Getting dirty and working hard,becoming our own bosses

Designing our tresses,despite the stresses of being told we’re not lovely or smart enough,

We’ve become tough,we’ve studied the books and we’re coming out.

raising to the tops,

We’re women,man with a womb,not intended to be mocked or ridiculed, or treated less than,

So here we are,doing what we need to do, cause no one aint got us like we got us boo.

So cheers to all women,red, yellow and green,tall,short and in between,

Raise your glass,take a bow,you’re a queen

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

poetry, Poetry Corner

In his hands..

In his hands..

In his hand I became a pistel, cold, lucid, lethal and deadly, I was whatever he wanted me to be, I was a crayon being crushed in the art of love making, being brewed in his cup of tea, becoming empty as he poured all of me, in the process I lost my identity and became bitter, wounded, like a battered tree,

Misused and abused I lost my leaves in each passing season, every weather left me cold and tear drops were normal. The weakness between my legs made me miss his company, miss his scent as lay next to me, that tiny moment I felt wanted, and felt maybe he would change and love me.

Months turned to years and we are still fighting, arguing over spilled milk, because they reminded him of  her breast, the scent reminds him of his mother, as he laid on her chest and instead of feeding him, she poisoned his childhood, told him he would be no good, and her bitterness has carved him into the man who doesn’t know how to treat a woman.

His actions molded by his past, trying to fight to be better but instead he becomes bitter and full of hate, me trying to relate but falling short, because I am used to being loved and in the end we are both left broken.

Written by

Laurna  Guiste


Other artist's work, poetry, Poetry Corner

The mazed mind

My mind some say it’s a maze, take time to gaze and peer a little deeper you may just be amazed. My place of solace,from a draconian world. My place to calm emotional storms and grow mentally. My escape to memories long lost, may have even gathered moss; yet like a child I retreat to a theatre of mix emotions anger, sadness and joy. My black hole where I conceal pampered wishes of secret sentiments, that will remain in the Rein’s of my mind because every man requires an empress in his life even if they are just a friend. It’s all said best in the mind where nothing at all is said this sweet surrender when the eyes are closed and u can feel your own heartbeat.

Written by

Richelieu Sanford

Poetry Corner

May we have faith

May we have faith

Faith without works is dead oh Lord by your spirit I am led,

Your people are dying and need to be fed; we need your word and presence each day,

We need a revival, touch us I pray,

Increase our faith; above all, may it be our shield,

May we bring more than our emotions, not serving you based on how we feel,

May we offer our bodies as a living sacrifice, crucifying our flesh,

Walking in the spirit, enjoying the abundant life,

Preaching in the streets and stop warming the benches,

May we have faith that move mountains, and crumple our fears,

May we be genuine believers, for God isn’t moved by our crocodile tears,

Let’s have that faith that heal the sick, and see them recover,

Worship that move God and takes us higher,

A faith that isn’t easily lost,

For when He returns He’ll find faith on the earth of course!

Written by 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!

Written by

Laurna Guiste

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

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Ladies, Listen up!

Dear Ladies,

Learn to love yourself enough that men wont feel like they are doing you a favor when they pass you on the streets to say hey,ensure the reason why they stopped to have a talk with you is because of the radiance of your smile and not that skirt that’s exposes all your thighs. Ladies get to know yourself before you allow any man to know you,be wise enough to not let a man seduce you into his bed by the mare smell of his skin,swaying of his tongue and look of his eyes,ladies be strong and like the women of the bible let him work hard to get to know the real you.

Ladies wear your crowns with pride,strive for modesty,honesty,don’t let these players push it to the side and rape the standards that you placed so high, don’t let it fall to pieces just because he knew the right lines.

Ladies you are one to be courted,loved and respected, fearfully and wonderfully made,you’re valuable,precious for on the cross your price was paid,no man can love you more than Christ, for you He gave  His life,and He doesn’t want you to trade  His temple,your body for rice.

You are a queen who deserves  a king who knows how to lead you,a man who cares,loves and protects you, he will be honest and won’t mislead you,he’ll fast and pray and serve with you.A man of God that He  will help find you.

So ladies wait as God prepares you

Written by

Laurna Guiste

Poetry Corner

Intruder Alert!

Intruder Alert!

Touched by hands that were sweaty, smelly, hands I didn’t want come near me,

Hands that were harden and bruised from the tools he handled earlier on today in the backyard,

He worked for my dad, he was a cousin, a brother, a friend, not a stranger that snuck in, but we handed him the keys, and he unlocked a part of me that made him an intruder to my soul,

I was no longer whole, he took pieces of me and tore me apart like a raged doll, he tore me limb from limb and left me possessed  with a hatred, bitterness and discomfort from myself,

Was pulled down from my polished shelf, brought to the ground, trampled upon and left there,

Tears to my cheeks as I didn’t understand the feelings that rolled over me, like a heavy ,cloak nothing seemed to protect me, My experience shattered how I view sex and I became a victim to the cruelty  of an untamed human.

Forgiveness felt as a mask I was forced to wear, as I wanted to rip it off, let everyone see my hurts and tears, let the world mourn, cry and feel every ounce of my betrayal.

For years I walked liked a sepulcher of bones of dark secrets, and no matter how I tried at first I couldn’t move pass it,

How and why did this happen to me, I couldn’t figure out how God was going to heal me,

Questions without answers, knocking on doors that seemed sealed, and screaming at ears that seemed shut, I went through all sorts of emotions until one day slowly I began to lose my grip on something that was hurting me more than it was hurting him,

God touched my heart and made me at ease, and I learnt to accept what I couldn’t change

I learnt to forgive myself and I forgave him, though nothing wasn’t the same,

God was planning to use my pain to show how ugly we are, and capable of His unconditional love,

And though we fail Him time and time again He forgives us,

And so I forgave and I accepted forgiveness

Written by

Laurna Guiste

Poetry Corner

The Tobacco Monster


They conceal me in boxes, pouches, cartons, tins and packages.

Label me front and back with well – designed health warnings and messages.

They do so to notify that I’m bad to persons of all ages;

For I am The Tobacco Monster, a killer.

Though it’s made clear and bold,

My tales of making folks morbid and causing premature deaths are many to be told.

I brew several health defects,

So they aim to keep me under control.

I contain benzene, a known cancer-causing substance,

I’m hazardous; with me I wouldn’t dare you to take a chance.

I cause more mischief than just tinting ones teeth.

I’m a gruesome monster whose insane narcotic health risks,

Are not to be played with,

So they package me, and they cage me,

Try to restrict me,

In attempts that you’d quit me,

For I am addictive in nature,

For sure, they’re not to deceive or mislead you,

For I am truly the monster which kills you!

written by

Laurna Guiste








Poetry Corner

I am Woman

Beauty ,Intelligent ,Elegant and Sensitivity …. These are some of the characteristics she carries . Really & Truly does this say who or what she is all about
No doubt in my mind that woman is a man with a womb .
Hence the given name
She is faced with the husles and busles of life
Yet still stands strong
She is an overcomer
No one seems to understand her capability
Or her desires
Though her attire may say something else
A woman is not defined by her clothes
Rather knowing who she is in this world

At times she may be feeble
Her ability to rely on self
Makes her independent
The day woman meets
Prince charming
She is entangled by his unconditional love for her
Then realization takes over
She no longer leans on herself
Instead it’s on His shoulder
He cherishes her with every fiber in his body
Only because of the Passion he has for her
Woman is Virtuous
A rare pearl in a Golden box

Written by

Tessa Titre