Candles, flashlights, and lamps are all small objects that are designed to emit light in
dark places! Regardless of how much darkness surrounds you, continue to let
your light shine! The beacon of light within you will lighten up any dark place!
Shine On! Shine On! Shine On!
Da Write Chick
copyright 2013
The rising son warms and covers the universe…
While Serenity orbits Jupiter, Saturn, Mars, Venus and Uranus
As tranquility dances with the stars
Shooting rockets of Love, Unity, and Harmony to the moon
sprinkling it’s calm propellants to rain, showering Peace on Earth… Peace on Earth… Peace on Earth!
Da Write Chick
2013
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
copyright 2013
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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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 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
copyright 2013
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
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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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.
COPYRIGHT PROTECTED 🙂 Shivendra aka Da Write Chick aka Poetess Oddisee
So excited, So elated
To watch the 57 th inauguration
Of the 44th President of our nation
On this great ML King day
We give honor to the many that paved the way
As we celebrate, congratulate, and meditate
On the progress of change that rearranged our history.
We delight in the victory, a thrill to see so many Americans
In unity working, living, playing, laughing, and loving together.
Embracing and facing the many endeavors that we endure to be free
The freedom that rings, as we dance and sing our songs.
The beginning has truly just begun, so much to still overcome.
The dream has manifest
As President Obama attest
To continue to do his best
Freedom of change is his quest
But we can all say yes as we recognize what we profess about change
It is more than physical but a mindset,
that sets to go beyond limits
choosing, moving, refusing to see any perceived boundary
we all can profoundly proclaim to help maintain the winds of change
through Love, Hope and Peace….
Shivendra aka Da Write Chick aka Poetess Oddisee
