our p.o.t.e.ntial
we feel the same/differently
alone or isolated
invisible or overly scrutinized
confident or hesitant
we each strive to learn/share
to transform
to act
to become made new
to be free/emancipated/liberated
held back by their/our
perceptions
limitations
expectations
constraints
externalized fear/internalized self-hatred
that shameful indoctrination/miseducation
constricts
restricts
confines
reduces
our imaginings
our vision narrowed by
hard-learned lessons
obsolete ideologies
backward-looking assumptions
unfit-boundaries
unjustified scorn
the shackles of the centuries-long near past obscuring both what we knew and what we will come to know
we seek healing
but old wounds are reopened or new ones inflicted
we seek belonging
but receive intolerant impersonality fueling suspicion which must be quelled
and then we came together
inspired by a vision
inspired by a voice
sadie oglesby
she spoke through
called us together to obey the guardian’s desire
all the rainbow shades of human
blacker than black
who came to the faith to make a change
in ourselves
in our homes
in our communities
in our world
we came together
blacker than black
learning loving agreeing questioning moving always moving
we heard what others are doing
we shared what we are trying
we received with gladness with tears with inspiration
there's something for everyone that inspires us
to leave behind limits
to reframe limitation as liberation
to see the guidance as lifting rather than too lofty
we stand we walk we soar
we strive we work we serve
& through this action we become our p.o.t.e.ntial
the conduit of light
through the window to the soul
the passageway for transformation for everyone
for all for the world
for love of Bahá'u'lláh
together
blacker than black
pupil of the eye
geri lynn peak
created 6/23/2020
revised 9/28/2020
published on FB and at postpoems.org 9/29/2020
Unknowing Escapists
Death, ..not proud—So sleep!
...dreaming of thy softer skin
—Thee—objectified!
Silvery Appearing On Dark
Why like this—are we
While you're lying on the ground
Bedstead hovering
She goes to ultimate lengths to reach her dreams because she was born to spread her wings and fly. Nothing could ever stop her now since she's found a new way to live because over the past year; the possibilities have become limitless, for the sky is her limit. She looks like an ordinary girl, to those around her, they would say she did ordinary every day things, talked to ordinary people, but in her heart a fire burned bright, she's achieved so much in this new life, miracles can be seen and are working within her, and through her, continusly and developing in her life for the better, she's always been one step ahead of those around her wheather anyone notices or not she has accomplished so much, but to ordinary people it may seem just like an ordinary thing that she accomplished, but to her it is a mile stone reached, her dreams are possible no matter what people say or think, she has changed her life for the better. The twinkle in her eyes, is a sign to others that she is different, happy, she's been blessed with a second chance, because she does it one day at a time.
And the sky took with light
Reflected in my eyes; beaming
Feeling lighter and bright
Submerging my soul; dreaming
I’ve fallen into the crescent
A tight woven bond
Enriching the present
A long road too fond
A candle in the distance
Awakens the depths inside
A higher purpose of existence
From you, I cannot hide
I have fallen in to your grace
No sense of time; still
A torch for my darkened place
Adventures in twilight; surreal
November-16-2003
Trisha M. Barrek Hopkins
I ask thee above
What is my purpose Down Below
Why do you keep sending a different love
Why this pain you bestow
Wasted time
Is all it seems That i have
What is the purpose for my talent to rhyme
Please tell me what to do for my be half
I ask of you to just let me be able to laugh
If it weren't for my little one God
Id be up there with you
Making a difference in heaven
But I'm so confused i don't know what to do
Why must i be down here
Everyone doesn't like me
And no one shows that they care
The ones that show true feelings are taken not free
Still i cant fight the temptation
I've made a sin
I cant stop the love making
No matter what way i look at my situation
I can never win
So there goes wasted time
On those days that i have nothing planned
As i sit here time has passed by
Thinking where am i going to stand
Thinking were ill end up
Where am i going to go
Sometimes at night i just sit here and cry
Asking God my purpose on earth
Why wont you let me know
Other times i wish i were with you
I wished just to die
I have no understanding on things
On the way of the direction
Or what God brings
Even on how to really show affection
Wasted time
My life is such a mess
And its probably not worth a dime
What God has in store for me
I'll just sit here and guess
And all this wasted time from it ill never be
Copyright
When I joined this site, my words were allright
I didn't see the purpose of a friend.
It's been 9 years now, without one "allow,"
so I dicided to invite one in.
The very first line, was be careful of rhyme
Her writings didn't include such a thing.
I thought... you write the way you write,
and I'll write the way I write cause,
I have a lot more to bring.
She professed to publish writing, but
I had no sighting like, Browning or
Longfellow or Poe...But... All the good ones read,
are long since dead...I guess, in a few years,
I'll know!
I was a distillery once
Extracting aesthetics and experiences
Some who tasted thought the distillates were sweet
So distinct
And some thought it was too inflammable
But for me it grew toxic
And I abandoned my spirits for another place
Where am I now
What do I do
I am no longer a distillery
The grounds were sold to a different owner
And he tore down my distillery
Pays me in cartridges every month
Besides those I am on a raw diet
I love the wholesome taste of fibrous thoughts
They take their time to pass through
And leach out some of my heat
Someday I will find an engine to plug in to
That produces for people besides me
Till then I must decide
How will I remember my distillery
What if life came with a plan,