Fortress of Solitude

My recent trip through the English countryside was my fifth time visiting the country. I didn’t plan to visit the UK this many times. It was just a stroke of luck and an opportunity that I couldn’t pass up.

Some may think it is unusual to visit one place so many times. You may say that I am limiting my outlook and not expanding my horizons by visiting other places.

I disagree. Continue reading “Fortress of Solitude”

Poem: Not That You’ve Gone

Little squeak

Little scuffles against the mat

Paws climbing, just for a glimpse

All of these joyful sounds

Greeted me at the end of the day Continue reading “Poem: Not That You’ve Gone”

Weekly Tea Discussion: Censorship

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Since Banned Books week is coming to a close, I thought discussing censorship would be a perfect way to end the week.

When this annual event occurs, it always amazes how underappreciated reading is in society. Really, think about it. Book lovers show appreciation for it all the time, but rest of the world? They take advantage of it and don’t really listen to what the words have to say.

Take a look at these frequently challenged books from the ALA. Can you imagine these books not being accessible to the public due to people having difficulties with what is being said. My answer to that:

Don’t read it.

As a human being, we were all endowed with free will, a choice. And we use that free will to ensure that we are making the right decisions for ourselves. So if there is something you don’t like that you are seeing or reading, that is your right. No one expects you to like everything you read. But you don’t have the right to prevent others reading from that said questionable reading material. In your opinion, you find it offensive and inappropriate but you can’t impose your own ideas on others.
Continue reading “Weekly Tea Discussion: Censorship”

Twinkle in Your Smile

You raise us up in the air

Our laughter gives us joy

Your smile widens

Our happiness brightens

The first time we see

The twinkle in your eye

 

Your visits overflow with our accomplishments

We sing

We draw

Piano keys are graced with our fingers

Your joy rises and brings

A twinkle in your eye

 

Time goes on

We both grow

Visits become less

But once we see each other

We yell out your name

Length of time is all but forgot

All that matters is

The twinkle in our eyes

 

Pain has a stronghold on us

Now that you’re gone

But our memories must endure

We will remember

The strength you gave

The happiness you bestowed

All of this we will recollect

With a twinkle in our eye

In remembrance of my grandfather, Elwood Ashe

Poem of the Week: Peace of It All

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And we end National Poetry Month with a poem I written recently. Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading the Poems of the Week!

Through the countryside
The rolling hills
The brisk wind
The dewy smell
English nature beckons a call

Books pile high
Cup of tea by my side
I lay down on the dark, green grass
Words dance on the page
Dance through the clear, blue sky
My peaceful reading calms the land

The wind picks up
The grass dances along the plains
Nature breathtaking
So I pick up my pen
My writing flows off the page

March On

 
Our voices were heard
Our purpose was fought
Pitchforks clenched in our hands
Taking a large stab at injustice along the way
 
The Mall usually paved red, white and blue
Pink looks good on the city streets
The big Palace stands strong and defiant one day
Quivers at out feet the very next
 
Hate scattered our paths
Remnants of a despicable coming to light
But our feet prove we’ll not be shackled
Knowledge takes a stand against ignorance
 
“What do they want?”
“Just accept it.”
There is no acceptance of misogyny and hate
They try to take away our hope
But we march on
Our desire will survive
Don’t give up
Never surrender
Our fight must go on

Vacation Insights

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This past August, I traveled to England on my own and not only was it an AMAZING trip, it was a real eye opener for me. I learned so much about myself and all the great things I was capable of doing. You can say that this trip was a rite of passage for me.

So I just wanted to share some the writings that put down while I was there (not much though, I was traveling from place to place frequently). I hope you enjoy reading them!

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August 8, 2016   

Well, I’m finally here again! I really didn’t think it hit me until I looked outside my hotel room’s window and saw the beautiful stonework and the scenic landscape. I’m finally back in England! Windermere to be most exact. As far as I can see, Windermere is a gorgeous  small town. I already feel relaxed here. The streets are a little narrow but what do you expect for a small town? I can’t wait to start exploring it tomorrow and see what Windermere has to offer. Continue reading “Vacation Insights”

Poem: Force To Be Reckoned

Our voice was heard
Our rights were won
One day at a time
We fought for what was right

But one simple check of a box
Set our stride back years
The vote belittle us
Ignorant men humor
Pride wins over equality

They think they won
Power at their grasp
But once given can be taken away
Their voice continues to bellow out
But They didn’t count
When They squeak,
We roar

We are strong
We are loud
Spoken or written
We will be heard
Arrogance can safely sit on top
But they don’t know
We are force to be reckon with
In our case
Silence is not Golden

Poem: In A Matter of Hours, In A Matter of a Day

I wrote this poem in reflection of what has happened with the result of the Presdiential Election. I want to say that this is my OPINION and how I FEEL. I respect you ideals at least of all you can respect mine.

 

In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day
Our hope burned out
The rights we hold dear to our hearts
Disappeared like a ghost in the night
The young’s eyes, filled with exuberance and innocence
Look up into our own, asking us “Why?”
“Why did we do this?”
Our silence speaks volumes
As the dark cloud hovers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day

The King’s dream
The stem of our fight for change
Our cause for hope
A laughingstock amongst arrogant men
The lady in green
A symbol of freedom and dreams
Now shivers in fear
Uncertain of what is to come
The flag, waving proudly in the heavens
Lost all meaning
In a matter of hours
In a matter of one day

The media says “Accept”
The media say “We must unite”
The media does not say “We’re sorry”
The idolized, used, benefited
Not once seeing the truth
The trust has gone
The pain lingers
In a matter of hours
In a matter of a day

I feel lost
I am angry
I feel empty
My country is gone
My heart is shattered
This heavy cloud has told me
It’s not okay that I’m me
It’s not okay that my family are here
My friends are different  when we are one in the same
Now, we must wait
Our uncertain future lurks around the corner
All the progress we made
All the hope we accomplished
Undone
In just one hour
In just one day

Poem: Grateful

Credit: nomoredirtylooks.com

 

Jagged scars

Red and blue bruises

All your actions

All your words

Left markings on my body.

You thought brought me down

Pushed me to my breaking point.

But through my battles

through my falls,

I found myself rising,

emerging from my tears.

Now I don’t see my scars as pain.

My scars tell my story.

My bruises tell my history.

I am the Phoenix,

rising from the ashes.

Now my battle cry is loud and clear,

Every pain, every tear

Has brought me to this moment.

Now, I look in the mirror

Can only think one thing

Grateful.