Paula's Poetry

  Weeping from the skies Heaven’s host-seeking solace Even retribution, it seems to some Needing rain is essential for all Too much rain causes slides, mold, and more Havoc and it is paramount we learn to live with Ebb and flow and sometimes flood Rushing, pushing homes, vehicles, and those gathered Again unto God, all reaping what they have sowed Innocents, too, in the tidal waves Need not worry on arrival Calling out to God for just a trickle to quench their thirst Another needs to douse a flame Most take it for granted, not seeing a blessing but cursing Enough is too much; seek the blessings to avoid being superabundant.  ~PLMS/PCSS~5.6.2022 photo Holly Jacobs

  This may sound self-righteous, but I hope not because I genuinely try to examine my motivations before I say things. If you are offended, I pray you to ask yourself why and not lash out. I and the majority, the portion that remains silent, know our society and our cultures, and the world has gone into its cycle of decay. We as a collective have allowed waste, depravity, and ennui to rule while the land that gives us life burns, melts, and now releases the pestilence that took down empires time after time. We live in our bubbles of self-righteousness, self-pity, or party hearty while innocent victims are ignored, discarded, or killed. Some even in the name of God. God, whether or not you believe, I do, holds back His hand because we humans were given free choice to learn to love one another. We need to be doing better. And He loves all, including the ones we deem scum. They have lost their way, or are we, too, who have lost our way? If one disagrees with another's viewpoint, then...

Articles on superbugs created from the overuse of chemical antibiotics and a new incurable and deadly strain of an STD (Gonorrhea) from the pandemic prompted this poem. LOVE OR THAT OTHER L WORD Looks turning into burning desires Over time or distance made, pyres. Value was not given, just a thrill quickly gone Evenings spent in sweat with a hollow dawn Over the ages, this passes as forsaken love Rightly it's not, just a mitten, not a glove Tingles are had with love, and with this How to discern the fake from absolute bliss Attraction needs more than just a swift Trot in the night, enduring the dawn's rift Only the passing of time will decide if a tingle. Truly is a spiritual connection or a single Hurl into a couple that never should Enter but stay as a friend or oust as wormwood Rococo Tunes is playing on a vessel passing Lust as a glamour, an enticement to declassing Wonderful matching, not seen by the grinding Of a quick fix, a tumble or two, without binding Restless in spi...

  SO NO ONE CAN BOAST Surprisingly not, too many fail at playing God Only God Almighty, the Only One Nature attests to His greatness, and in all Of the divine scriptures, humankind, beasts On turf, in seas, and in the air, all are His design Nature vibrates to his tuning, and its sports all Exotic colors: the deepest black to the palest white Carnal nature is the challenge, ego-inflated, and lust filled. Anger-driven tantrums only escalate as creatures mature Neglected as tots, turned away when attention was sought But embrace knowing we cannot accomplish anything, Other than what our Creator deems we can handle and in Him All is accomplished; even our good works are His spirit driven So relax,,, do the right thing; let frustration, anger, and hate be Tossed aside, drop loads leading to death before your time. Photo Christina Serghiescu ~PLMS/PCSS~ 01.10,2023 All reactions: 8 Jas Russo, Omar Farooq Ahmed Bfc and 6 others

  MELTING HEART Memories bring tears, some from joy, some from horror Eventually subsiding into a mellowing cleanse Letting the mind's eyes see the restorer Timeless in the ethereal regions In the courts of the celestial Nearer in spirit than any legions Genuflecting in a kingdom on the earthly Hearths of worldly leaders whose orations Entering into the chapters of their lives not worthy Ageless with greed, so many turn to their shibboleth Regarding all, they have accomplished by themself. The truth of all journies: no one stands without heavenly breath. ~PLMS/PCSS~1.21.2023 Humanity, WE ARE ONE All reactions: 12 Deepa Sabharwal, Jas Russo and 10 others