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How’s your view?

 

Recently I had the pleasure of attending an event that my son was participating in. Like many other events I used my cell phone to capture the memories. While taking photos, I realized that some of the people in the group could not be seen in the photos. The group was extremely large, and included more people than the screen settings would allow.

I opened up the settings, examined my cell phone, and toiled with how to include everyone in the photos. As my son was coming over to assist me, a couple people that were also taking pictures of the group suggested that I use the panoramic view setting in my phone. Panoramic view is “an unobstructed and wide view of an extensive area in all directions. “ A panoramic view is further defined as “an extended pictorial representation or a cyclorama of a landscape or other scene, often exhibited a part at a time and made to pass continuously before the spectators.”   Wow! What a revelation! Using panoramic view in your life can allow you to see things beyond the defined landscape. Regardless of the current circumstance, challenge, or situation you may be faced with there is something beyond the view. Through prayer and seeking the Lord, he will reveal the landscape of our lives beyond our limited view. He often presents us with snapshots, images, dreams, and visions of our destiny. Once, we begin to fulfill our divine purpose the snapshots of our destiny will form together to create a panoramic view of our lives. Additionally, we must keep our view clear and without obstructions to see things. We cannot allow people or circumstances to allow our view to become limited and blocked. Finally, once your view/vision is panoramic and clear there will be” a part at a time and made to pass continuously before the spectators.” Wow! Another Revelation! God will allow your haters, those hell raisers, the hypocrites, and those that harshly judged, used and lied on you to be your spectators when he lifts you to your purpose! There is more to come in your life! Change your view!

 

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My Canvas

My Canvas

My very own canvas, a blank slate
A precious gift from the most high God to create
shape, mold, love, paint, and cultivate.
Designed by matrimonial affection,
He came wrapped in perfection.
Silky, smooth flawless complexion
Shielding him from harm, being his protection
From negative elements prayerfully interjecting,
Declaring calm to life’s storms
Guiding the winds to blow sweetly in his direction
Softly, gently sowing, pouring golden seeds of reflection
hope, courage, love, patience, kindness and peace into my masterpiece,
calming any blues, stroking him with joy filled hues
of neon nights watching the iridescent moonlight to wishing upon shiny stars while I tuck him in at night. Yellow sunshine filled days, watching him grow up and play. Blissfully drawing adventures to be remembered, countless pictures of see sawing, roller skating, bike riding, kite flying, birthdays, field trips so many trips, falls, scraps and slips and endeavors, creating cherished memories to last forever. My masterpiece still growing, learning and yearning to be older than he really is…

My loving son, my canvas still being creating, becoming more acquainted with life, so vivid, colorful, unique, my canvas will be a Great Man once he’s complete!

Da Write Chick
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QuickSand

QuickSand

I’ve tried to reach out, I’ve done all I can
Sincerely extending a helping hand
But wow you’re drowning in quick sand
You’re in too deep more than what I realized
That glamorous cover up was your disguise
It’s one big mess after mess
I don’t deal in drama and can’t do stress
Wow, its real high above your waist
It’s drowning you so fast and I refuse to keep up with the pace
Its drains me of all my energy
I cannot succumb to the negativity
It’s been real, I will hold on to some of the positive memories
Wow, it’s got you moving so fast
I cannot hold on, so on this one I will pass
It leaves me speechless; all I can do is gasp
I’m letting go now, i will intentionally lose my grasp.

I must withdraw and release you
So that I don’t fall in too.
I can barely breathe when I’m with you
I must relinquish my hold, loosen my grip
I cannot stop you now; sometimes you got to fall and trip
Slip and slide, a wild tumultuous ride
I cannot stride
It sucks, pulls you in and drags you down
It weighs too much for me to hang around
I see you drowning going in very deep
That quicksand is very steep
It’s pulling so fast and you don’t even know it
Drowning you daily, you won’t outgrow it
I tussled, tugged I reached and I pulled
I’ve taken several steps back when I saw your evil wolves
Dressed up as sweet little sheep
You really fooled me
But my third eye never sleeps
So right now I’ve decided to let go and press release
It takes too much to hold on so
I must say good bye, adios, peace.

Shivendra aka Da Write Chick
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Visioning a Dream

A light, a tunnel, a stumbling block
no flashlight for directions but the school of hardknocks..
trial and error a strenous test
faith and determination to go beyond the rest.
Belief and perservance will get you through life’s challenges and let downs facing you.
Power, motivation, grace, a true desire to live your dream.
Never give up your reality is closer than it may seem.

Da Write Chick
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Love is…

I suppose that today is the official love day
Or valentine’s day as it is called.
That we celebrate our love and being in love
And we give and expect to get
Material things that represent love
The cards, candy, plush animals, balloons, jewelry, flowers and so forth
Are all indicators of love or being in love some would proclaim
I guess I’m a little contrary to this dissolution.
That love is validated by “things” we give or receive.
Love for me is more than a teddy bear, flowers, candy or anything material.
Love for me is that willingness to sacrifice one self, compromise, genuine kindness,
tenderness, love is having another’s best interest at heart, being aware of another’s feelings, Love is listening attentively, sharing openly, caring empathetically, truly understanding and having heartfelt compassion for each other. Love is helping someone achieve their goals and dreams and encouraging them when they stumble. Love is in the little details, more than a feeling when you want something from someone or want someone to do something for you. Love is commitment, nurturing, loyalty, honesty, respect and selflessness. Love is something you know and don’t have to Google it, read about; it’s not just a Facebook post, or a tweet. Love is more than a feeling that comes like the wind that blows. Love is 365 days a year and should be celebrated daily.

Shivendra aka Da Write Chick

Our Angel

Our angel is so sweet,so gentle and spreads its wings to fly
Our angel will live forever in our hearts and never die
Our angel is so generous and loves all
Our angel is there to catch us when we fall
Our angel is so precious and so very dear
Our angel was bold and kept God near
Our angel was a mother to many and all
She cared and comforted those big and small
Our angel on this great day she was born
Our angel so beautiful, cuddly, and warm
Our angel took many in and gave them shelter and food
Our angel had her own set of rules.
Oh I can hear that joyous loud laugh and giggle
Never complicated, our angel kept things straight and simple
Our angel shared her wisdom in her own way
She would correct those who tried to roam and go astray
Heaven called back one of its angels because God needed help
So many young children and people he couldn’t do it by himself.
Oh how we miss you my dear Auntie
I know we will see you again in eternity, so save a spot for me.

Shivendra aka Poetess Oddisee aka Da Write Chick
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Girl Power!!!

Coffee, Tawny, Golden Tan, Mahogany, Honey Brown, Blush, Pecan and Cream

We are all bold, bright and unique with a common dream

Women we are.. from each equator near and far

Clerks, Teachers, Engineers, Doctors, Poets,  Jouranalists, Bloggers, Ceo’s and Queens

Uplifting our families by any and all means

Be-boping, hip hoping, jazz, motown or blues listening

from business suits to army boots, sweat suits, blue jeans with throwback jerseys

Long hair, braids or locks, naturals, perms, wigs or weaves

straight, wavy, kinky or curly hair wavier than wrinkled sleeves.

Tall, short, medium or average in height

standing together and strong in our fight

Grandmothers, sisers, aunts, lovers, nieces, mothers and friends

the undisputed, supremely rooted our title never ends

Emotionally, spiritually, mentally and culturally we grow

with new ideas, intentions and inventions positive, aiming for a higher plateau

while seeking financial increase, higher education feast, and constant prayer for worldwide peace.

Massages for relaxation, a sister-friend conversation, a good book for motivation

As we release, seek peace, to ease the pressure of our lives

living to care, share, motivate, educate, congratulate, as we console, hug and hold, encourage to thrive, propel to stay alive, while we strive for the best and living blessed,

My sisters we are the lifelong institution, creating, raising, and bearing human evolution, our inventions provide endless societal contribution, strong world wide attritbution…. my sisters we are the revolution!!!

 

Shivendra aka Da write Chick
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Storybook Romance Episode

STORYBOOK ROMANCE Episode

 

I saw him glance and size me up

Perhaps wishing I was the sugar or cream in his cup

He watched me as he blew and sipped

Oh my if I could be the coffee touching those lips

His lips perched so perfectly

Arching arrows to my heart boldly as he blew slowly

For him I would be that cool, gentle breeze

That he needs to ease the intensity of the heat

Our eyes lock and meet; intense steam as my heart beats

 So loosely, profusely I began to sweat

Was this my real love jones the one I would never forget?

I imagine that….

As he began to take his first step

Like a tiger on a hunt matrix like he crept

I ran my hands across my body to prep to be swept…

Off my feet, up and away

His eyes look me over like a Bugatti or Maserati on display

All this fine masculinity coming my way

So sleek and stealth

A picture of perfect health

A model of wealth as I gain control of myself

I must think fast, release this internal whiplash

What will I say; he was so fly the ultimate guy

That you don’t see or meet every day.

He began to rattle and wrinkle the closer he came.

I brushed my mane, was I insane

To have these thoughts

He was so handsome and fine, could he be mine

Then she yelled next in line

I took a chance and got caught his glance

And had a brief storybook romance

The guy in smock, tried to block and made my romance unfold likes tumbling rocks

When he took my fly guy and held him high nailed him next to the clock

he hung him right next to the coffee sign for their new display. Oh my what an eventful day!

 

Shivendra aka Poetess Oddisee aka Da Write Chick

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Those Words

Some words are meant to be verbalized and said

Some words are meant to be processed and read

Some words are meant to be nourished and fed

Some words are meant to be kept and suppressed in my head

Not to be released, instead I try to keep the peace

Maintain and tame that inner beast

That wants to feast, explode, release, and let go

Cause’ a fit, spit, emit, and implode

Stomp hard, discharge as I utter and blow, chatter and throw

Flow and say whatever that comes to the mental lobe

 A cognitive strobe of the cerebral globe creates a temporary file download

So, Instead I pause, cause and reflect before I eject

Something I might regret, I redirect

Scroll, hold, shape and mold those letters to form the correct words

Emotions transferred, Senses conferred

Syllables flew like birds to shape, formulate proper nouns and verbs

 Speech flock now disturbed

The rationale of my dome deferred, stirred, slightly blurred

If words are just words why are some never really heard?

But yet we compromise, by telling lies, then despise our outcomes

That could’ve been prevented, had we not segmented, circumvented the truth

It has now been misrepresented as we vented only fragmented

pieces of our feelings and thoughts

That ought to be, spoken prudently without scrutiny, truthfully… those words.

Are just words and must be said…release those words from your head.

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