Paula's Poetry

 Acrostic poem for book for Sayd - Bangladesh Over the years, children have been Used as chattel or corrected to conform. Rare is a child that cannot be gently led Finding their way into productive adulthood. Unless they are thrown into a horror, abused, Tortured in mind or body without an escape. Until we all understand each gift from above Really is to be cherished. Answering our creator Eternal for all we do & say is a keyword for today. ~PLS/PCS~8.22.2023

  This is the second of four poets featured with their pictures, and tonight it is me to illustrate my poem entitled TOO MUCH MILK IN THE MOCHA. On my honeymoon I had sun poisoning causing a lifelong inability to go into sunshine without totally being covered. My skin tone white but a touch of brown is now the palest white on the palette. This is the 7th day of the #PeetMeNotLeave nominated by Mazi Afamefuna Aba, a chronicler of today's events in his war-torn part of Africa, where both misguided and/or evil players are using God as an excuse to kill. May their eyes be opened to the carnage they reap into their souls. As I have exhausted all my friends of poetry, I am alternating featuring two poets who also have no one to nominate. Today, we again feature Tilak Dhiman and his poem, WISE WIND. TOO MUCH MILK IN THE MOCHA. To a child brought up in a mixed neighborhood culture Otherworldly creatures, dead white of an Angel hewn On top of a grave or an adornment in front of a sepulche...

  MY MEDICINE TODAY My morning pill is My God, the Almighty One. .Yet through the day, He is there for me, always Meals for me have many cautions. Every item, freshly grown, misshapen, is okay Diet is not simple; I can not eat what you may Instead, an apple, only a little Mango, or Cramps, my tongue may love, but the stomach not. Indulgence of fruits and veggies, there is a wide variety. Need my meats to also eat clean, or the stomach erupts Evening comes, and again, my exercises Throughout the day have been done, Only leaving a walk so the newly shaped remains. Do not wish the lymphedema to return And having the pains and aches again, but Yet, the main is My God, my protector and director. ~PLMM/PCSS~ 9.10.2022 Love and Live Photo Master 1305 on Freepik All reactions: 7 Waqar Ijaz, Ica Iova and 5 others 4 Share

  TEARS AND SORROWS Walking along the paths, the paths begin to emerge and a man reaches the destination... The river falls into the sea. Has any sea ever fallen into a river? Things could have changed if you wanted. The tears in your eyes could come out of my eyes.. Alas, you became a river. If you had become an ocean, you could have gone far. Heaven on Earth The sky is a pretty blue Jesus, I just adore you The sun is shining ever so bright Thanks be to God my spirit is alive The birds are singing with glee As I take this paradise walk with thee Heaven can be on earth if we just believe All reactions: 12