Fire Of Love

Published August 30, 2014 by silentlyheardonce

This one is an old one. I didn’t have time to finish a new one for today.

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A spark ignited a curious fire.
Steadily burning,
chills tickle up my spine.
The heat got hot.
A raging blaze erupted,
furious flames
choked my lungs,
singed my heart,
blinded my eyes,
disoriented my mind.

Sirens sounded,
crippling waters,
dying embers,
cooling ashes.

Polluted waters of hate
extinguished the fires of love.

© Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria March 2004

Daily Gift

Published August 29, 2014 by silentlyheardonce

This poem is inspired by Sheri Bessi From The Otherside of Ugly ~ Letters to Humanity Memory Tablets of Your Mind

Thanks Sheri

 

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when sleep has gone
and morning has come
I breath in thanks
and exhale possibilities

covered in grace
nourished with divinity
I toil creating kindness
with my enlightened soul

I dance in today’s sunshine
swim in yesterday’s tears
hope is always in reach
for me and you to embrace

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 8/2814

Illusions of Attraction

Published August 28, 2014 by silentlyheardonce
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I remember when you use to smile
and I would blush
when we ended our days with embraces
and started new ones with kisses
what happen to those days?

now the smiles are grumbling growls
the coy, shy blushes are heated rage
now that the person behind the veil
has been openly revealed
the people we thought we were
was an illusion in best behavior

ignoring what was visible
when the glitter shimmered
superficial enhancements
with magnetic attractions
the sweet promise of lies
crushed when truth emerged

loneliness haunts the nights
darkness lingers in the day
a fight not worthy of the battle
fear of the nasty selfishness
strangers living side by side
yet
I remember when you use to smile
and I would blush
when we ended our days with embraces
and started new ones with kisses

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 8/27/14

Tranquil Nature

Published August 27, 2014 by silentlyheardonce

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I love being curled up in bed
on stormy days
reading a good book
or watching a teary drama
to be soothed and rocked
by the fury of nature
is my own personal utopia
feeling small and comforted
in the vastness of the universe
calmed by the clap of thunder
tickled by the sizzling lightning
lulled by the patter of pounding
water smacking the pavement
and hitting my window
the wind whistling
and rocking the house
blowing intoxicating scents
of dirt mingled with grass
oh how I love rainy days
this dry summer
is driving me insane

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 8/27/14

 

Joyance

Published August 26, 2014 by silentlyheardonce

 

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I fell to my knees and clutched my heart
A stream of sorrow escaped my eyes
from a place of pain
the place where hurt was in control
I was once broken
my future seized

my eyes dried
but
a single tear trickling
sliding down my face
pausing at the corner of my lip
so I could tasted the bitterness
of vengeance
the sting of un-forgiveness
the grime
and the filth
of envy

from this darkness
a veil of light glimmered
a calm covered me
kindness embraced me
and fed me peace
I welcomed joy and happiness
into the empty space inside of me
and sorrow
became a distant memory

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 08/25/14

Unjustified

Published August 26, 2014 by silentlyheardonce
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one shot two take him down
three shots he’s on the ground
four, five, six shots may as well
just because, so what the hell
pause,
pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
dead is dead when will it stop
murder is murder with no regard or respect
history repeats it’s genocide in effect
the revolution won’t be televised
they’re mistaken it’s coming live
marching in the streets tear gas, riot gear,
gun buybacks through the years
twisted plans from twisted minds
keep us in the ghettos confined
keeping us occupied fighting our brother
creating our demise by killing each other
we must televised the revolution
and stop these hateful executions
it’s our children who are dying
our mothers and fathers who are crying
while organs are illegally harvest
then sold under the carpet
in all reality, greed has no nationality
the propaganda has been fed
we are all the walking dead
just puppets on a string
in Hades entertainment ring
wake up people wake up
and sip from the peace cup

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 08/27/14

 

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Standing Still

Published August 25, 2014 by silentlyheardonce
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breathing the same air
still we’re guilty without trial
marriages between races
still you fear my large son
I’m your supervisor
yet your salary is more
we have come so far
standing still

my hair is groomed just as yours
why do you want feel mine
my kids share when they play
why do you tell yours to stay away
we have come so far
standing still

you see, like you I bleed red
I want what you want
love, peace and happiness
I need what you need
food, clothing and sheltering
we have come so far
standing still

there is evil in your race
and some in mine
I don’t judge you
for their disgraces
could you, would you
do the same for me
we have come so far
standing still

for every step ahead
we fall back twice as hard
kids of many skins
calling each other my nigger
we have come so far
standing still

thank science for DNA
freeing the innocent
convicted of circumstances
the president is a black man
hated more by ignorance
than their love for this country
you know the
God-fearing Christians
praying for his failure.
Yes we’ve come so far
Standing still

©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria 1/20/14

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