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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

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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

 

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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

Step Out, Rise Up.

Step Out, Rise Up.

Hands clasped, and lowered eyes as you pray,

You know you are going to make it.

You are powerful beyond measure, you are wonderful.

No matter what may come your way, you believe in yourself.

Many place tags on you because they do not understand you.

They try to define you, but you are not moved by their words.

You are extraordinary, special and you stand out;

But most of all, you know your worth.

You are going to make it in this world,

Because in you lies the essence, to make it happen.

So step out, rise up.

Make it happen.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

Excerpt from my Book “The Greater You”

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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.

poetry

His Tornado

He came into my life like some sort of precipitation, no, more like a natural disaster he came without giving any warning he twirled, and shook things around, dislocated and changed my course. My sheets were dishevelled, my innocence was swept away, his strong beliefs and persuasions turned a good girl bad. Don’t get me wrong I am a lady but this wild boy made me stray and do things I vow to never do again. This boy showed me pain and taught me lessons but he taught me well..

After this experience I evolved and became the girl who wore red, spike heels who crushed venom personalities I became immune to a dark world, I was motivated to burst through self-restriction and be myself, he taught me to be free and do me.

In being free I got to know myself and learnt that life is as beautiful as you make it or as dark as a passing tornado.

Written by

Laurna Guiste

poetry

Suicide

You die a little every time you fall in love they say,

I guess i’m closer to death than i thought because i fall in love with you everyday,

and i guess it will be suicide if I continue this loving, but if I stop I’ll die anyways so I’m not stopping,

and if I’m dying I’ll love you with my last breath,

My only wish is to keep loving you after death, because you’re my heartbeat,

I can’t spend a day without you

Love should be treated like an award but it’s treated like swine flu,

and to compare love to death i find that’s rude,

Because if it is, I never knew death could feel so good,

and if it’s true love is the slowest form of death they say

I’ll commit suicide every single day.

Written by

Lynn .J. Registe

poetry

They are not your tragedy

 

They are not your tragedy

Shield the little girls hide them from your cruelty, they don’t need their innocence being robbed away,

Let children be children allow them to play, run around don’t ruin their fate,

Allow them to play while it is yet day,

Allow them to run and climb, don’t shut out your mistakes into their existence,

They are here now and they are golden, precious diamonds,

Many babes have so much dirt cover them that they lose their true self

Growing up with a false image of who they really are,

Don’t mold your child’s mind with negativity,

Instead speak life, declare the greatness you want your child to become

For God ordain that they be great and leaders of tomorrow,

Allow these babies to grow.

Written by

Laurna Guiste