Day: November 7, 2020

Sunny Saturday 😎 Here In Jersey ðŸ’‹

~ thereluctantpoet

GlitzyRitzyMommy

Starting my morning off with a gingerbread coffee and a bright sunny warm day! Happy day ☺

Already doing errands been up since 6 am and will end my day with the last part of my tattoo being completed and making pizzas with my son 💋 also promised a friend will watch a movie he has been asking me to watch for almost a year 😆 finally going to get to it tonight… see chuck i keep my promises ..😊 its a shame chuck can’t watch it with me he lives very far away …chuck will let you know what I think…finally getting to it

Leave you with this:

Happiness starts inside ☺

Live Love And Laugh 💖

Kiss softly 💋

Hug tightly 🤗

Work Hard 😜

BUT

Play harder 😉

Ti Amo bloggers 😘

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Sunny Saturday 😎 Here In Jersey ðŸ’‹

~ thereluctantpoet

GlitzyRitzyMommy

Starting my morning off with a gingerbread coffee and a bright sunny warm day! Happy day ☺

Already doing errands been up since 6 am and will end my day with the last part of my tattoo being completed and making pizzas with my son 💋 also promised a friend will watch a movie he has been asking me to watch for almost a year 😆 finally going to get to it tonight… see chuck i keep my promises ..😊 its a shame chuck can’t watch it with me he lives very far away …chuck will let you know what I think…finally getting to it

Leave you with this:

Happiness starts inside ☺

Live Love And Laugh 💖

Kiss softly 💋

Hug tightly 🤗

Work Hard 😜

BUT

Play harder 😉

Ti Amo bloggers 😘

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“obviously/perhaps” – Nayana Nair

~ thereluctantpoet

it rains in my heart

.

you are made of sunshines that are too hard to hide

you are made of all the forgotten beautiful memories of every human ever

you are made of the prayers no one says out loud

you are made of everything that i have removed from myself

obviously i love you

obviously we were not meant to cross paths

perhaps i won’t ruin you by this thing called love

perhaps i will ruin you by keeping my feelings hidden

i am not sure what is worse

i am not sure what i have set my heart upon

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Justice, Not Revenge

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 1 Comment

Face the Music

Privilege is the hand that helps as we climb a ladder
Privilege is being able to go out without a cloak
Privilege is knowing you won’t be asked more of yourself than others
Privilege is feeling safe among all the other folk

Privilege is what we held on to
When we pretended to establish equality
If you ever had to pick yourself up after losing everything
You may begin to imagine the strength it takes to stand calamity after calamity

Even those of us, who haven’t meant harm
Have used the helping hands for our own climb
Knowing all too well in our hearts
who our climb was going to leave behind

We may have felt guilt, we may have sought repentance
Our hearts may have pained at others’ injustice
Silent bystanders so far, not knowing what we could do
Are being told how we could stand together this solstice

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Fabiola…

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

Woman Lying on Rock

Fabiola

(Now nothing remains the same)

 
Your name came to me late in the midnight hour, brought back the canvas of your perfect body, your kind smile and your beautiful face. Your name, Fabiola. Made me wish and want for the things, I could not have.

I taught you how to drive on the California highway one in the Winter of 1992 and I remember you holding my hand tightly. Your eyes filled with excitement and so content with the feel of the car and the road.
You knew I loved you from the first time I saw you. I would create places and time for us to talk. You told me often, you don’t want me. I’m damaged and afraid, I’m waiting for something gone and cannot love.

Love find places in secret valleys and hidden places. Locked doors open for a secret seconds. We went to Big…

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You are my story….

~ thereluctantpoet

johncoyote

You are my story

Pretty wishes, savored dreams are you.

I have loved you always,

I love you in the morning light,

I loved you when you dance for the midnight moon and

I love when you read to me.

My kind lady of gentleness,

you make my mad world, sweet and kind.

Please steal my eyes, my thoughts.

Make me believe,

love is sweet and you are my love

Dancing Coyote

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Lullaby

~ thereluctantpoet ~ 1 Comment

forgottenmeadows

Night falls in my dreams,

waking them up from deep slumber…

It rolls them down gently from the mountain top,

like a lullaby,

It spreads them out in the green meadows by the moon light,

It dances with them to the melody of the quiet rain,

It flies with them in the warm breeze to the sky,

Night falls in my dreams…

with love

poetry and image copyright neha 2020

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – November 6

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Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 311 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday?

My year-end countdown has begun, and what a wild ride 2020 has been. The adage says what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. I’m not dead, yet therefore I must be tougher right? The question becomes — How much can I accomplish before we ring in the new year?

It all starts with a well-conceived strategy, and mine includes a master list of 100 activities to help me reach my annual writing goal. It may sound impossible, but many items are almost insignificant and require fewer than 15 minutes to finish. They are micro-actions, minor jobs that, while they are crucial, they are the ones…

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