Monthly Archives: July 2019

Choices Decide Our Destiny.

17 Wednesday Jul 2019

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Lord of Darkness, Lord of Light,

Both exist in the night.

You must choose which one is right

And hold it close, hold it tight.

 

Found on Pinterest on 4-27-16. Pixidaus.com.

There is evil all around,

And it can easily be found.

It can come without a sound,

And you’ll find, you are bound

 

By acts that will not set you free

As hatred grows inside of thee.

The devil brings you to your knees,

And war becomes your destiny.

 

You must choose which way to go.

Know God’s love around you flows.

Goodness will help you grow

Found on Pinterest on 9-27-15. A.D. Williams. Higher Perspective.

And take away your years of woe.

 

Kindness will be your guide

And help erase selfish pride.

Love will heal the hurt inside,

So peace can enter and abide.

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

 

 

The Power Of Words Can Change Lives.

15 Monday Jul 2019

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“The last few years we have seen how powerful words are, especially words that invoke fear, words used to discriminate against others, words used to threaten others, and words used to hurt others. It is easy to become caught up in the chaos. We must fight against the negative and instead, use words to heal, to comfort, to lift others up, and unify us as a Nation. Each of us has the power to change the direction of our discourse. It is essential that we develop the courage to do so, for the benefit of our world. 7-14-19. Yu/stan/kema.

REFLECTIONS OF A MINDFUL HEART AND SOUL

Found on Pinterest on 3-2-16. Nicholas Sparks. Found on Pinterest on 3-2-16. Nicholas Sparks.

The Power Of Words.

Words have always fascinated me since the time I was able to utter one. I loved the sound of them rolling off my tongue. Sometimes, I would sit in the tall grasses and pronounce over and over the same word. I’d wonder who made up the word initially and why. I loved to sing songs, especially while jumping to the beat of wooden bamboo poles rapping against each other.

Later, I found joy in the rhythm and movement of words on a piece of paper and the magic of words written in books. I became an avid reader   and a connoisseur of poetry books.

When I was a child, I learned that words had the power to create fear in people, especially when they were said in a loud and threatening voice. Negative words could damage one’s self-esteem…

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Tribute on Independence Day- Rewritten.

13 Saturday Jul 2019

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Many brave men fought

with dignity and honor

to carry their Country’s flag

In the midst of battle.

 

They stood firm

in their resolve

To live with freedom

from tyranny.

 

Found on Pinterest on 5-29-16. Memorial Day from Singing Through The Rain.

They fought hard

for equal justice

under the same law

and respect for all.

 

They were strong men

who stood, side by side,

men who were strangers

because of skin color.

 

They faced death as one

in the heat of battle

and learned to call

each other, “brothers.”

 

They came to accept

their sacrifice and pain

in leaving behind,

their wives and children.

 

They carried the scars                               

of war inside their hearts.

They came back to find

their world had changed.

 

They saw hatred for others,

and the removal of civil rights, 

the erosion of cherished ideals, 

and political division without end.                                                                                                                              

                                

“We did not die for this,” they cried.

“We must join our hands together,

and bind up the nation’s wounds.”

“We must find the courage to speak as one.”

-Yu/stan/kema-

 

Indiana in the Summertime.

11 Thursday Jul 2019

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The breeze is cool

against my skin

and is filled with

the smells of summer.

Flowers dance in the wind

while the sun kisses my face

like some long-forgotten love

from my adolescence.

 

Veronique-coutie.

Trees lift their branches                    

toward heaven and drink in                              

 the golden rays of the sun.

Butterflies flit from

flower to flower

while sipping sweet nectar.

The smell  of honeysuckle,

 on the backyard fence,

floats on the air currents

and enters my nose.

 

Sweet memories are reawakened:

Tart lemonade sliding down

the throat  in one tasty gulp;

Red ripe watermelon

chilled to perfection;

The sound of whippoorwills calling

out near dusk;

The laughter of children playing

Hide and Seek at night;

and the gentle guitar strings

kissing the darkness

with love songs.

There is truly nothing like,

Indiana in the summertime.

-Yu/stan/kema–