i stood still in the valley of death in silence and in agony blinded by the lights neither by hope nor by despair what they don’t hear they won’t complain what they don’t see they won’t fear what they don’t feel they won’t despair.
i stood still in the valley of death waiting for the morning star to light my way to the garden of Eden where sinners find refuge and forgiveness where Christ the King took His oath oath upon oath to save to redeem the human race
even with “Judas’ kiss”
Features of Surrealistic Poetry: Dream-like scenes and symbolic images. Unexpected, illogical juxtapositions. Bizarre assemblages of ordinary objects. Automatism and a spirit of spontaneity. Games and techniques to create random effects. Personal iconography. Visual puns. Distorted figures and biomorphic shapes.
I am again pushing my poetic skills to the edge by combining them with the IG Lent Poetry Prompts:
Christ the King Forgive Refuge of sinners Garden of Eden Morning star Valley of Death
Michelle says “As for me I’d rather wait for the perfect time for things to happen and unfold on their own. We can always achieve greater things if we work hard and if we never give up. So, there is nothing that I would give up to become a better writer because everything that I have and everybody around me is what makes me a better writer.”
“We have achieved so much for which we should be both grateful and proud, but there remains a lot to be achieved. I think the spirit of feminism as I understand is very simple,” she said as the conversation proceeded into the discussion of feminism. More than focusing on the term, Michelle stressed how every woman deserves a life of dignity and the ability to make her own choices. She stressed over and over again upon women’s education, their financial independence, the need to give them career-oriented training, and women coming forward to help other women grow. Michelle expressed her strong critic of women who feel threatened by other women’s courage to break out of their traditional roles.”
“and when this is all over, i hope to hold your hand, kiss you around and see you smile”
i long for the days when friends are source of love and inspiration and all sorts of measures those times when people are out of the street unmindful of what’s happening and what’s scares a bit
i long for the days when friends witness each other’s smiles the smiles and laughters we have forgotten for a while those moments when we truly see how delightful people can be is now sadly hidden behind a fashionable mask to see
i long for the days when hugs don’t freak anyone around when kisses are manifestation of undying love to hold those gestures that made us more human those love language we surely miss a lot this time