Too much Milk in the Mocha

 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 sepulcher
Meant little to a child who talked daily to her Guardian Angel
Under the guise of telepathic stories of the savior
Carried on high to the shepherds by the evangels
Harkened to them in the latter part of the year.
Many nights of protection and hope record
In a heart opened and filled with love
Laden by Almighty God, whom she adored
Kindness, gentle as a dove
Instinct knew protection from above
Never must be wasted or shoved
Thither and yon
Hitherto be filled
Eventually, as a bulb of argon
Missing the color of protection
Overspending time at the surf
Causing absence in light reflection
Hardship and loss not allowed on the turf
After evening falls, given now the glow of the moon
~PLS/PCS~9/19/2020
WISE WIND
Yesterday, I saw a dream, a beautiful dream,
I climbed the top of a mountain and looked around
Even beyond the limits.
A lurid world seemed to me.
On the other side of me,
I looked an ordinary world,
Slapping my face, the angry wind said,
“That’s yours,
Allurement pulls at desires but
Contentment is the way and
Heaven is right there where you are.”
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