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Daughters of War
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Born with tragedy infused into her bones With every affliction that gnawed at her She let herself die so she could live. Listen to her silence Her quiet carries black holes of longing Perhaps for a home she never knew. Loving her will consume you Still, resilience is her language She speaks love in whispers. @Sue.Ketter
Between the Lines
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Gentleness does not equate weakness As absence of violence does not equate gentleness. In her gentle presence With quiet a smile She's the picture of peace For to be benign One must first inflame. Her gaze, it scotches She's born of ferity She's been a phoenix For to give light One must first burn. In her still ways She carries humility She's every bit idyllic For to be gentle One must first burn. @Sue.Ketter
Dear Gentle Reader
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Dear gentle reader Here I go again Writing about dreams If you ask me about my dream I would not know what to tell you As Carl Jung said "If a path before you is very clear, you're probably following on someone else's" I have yet to marry my dream to my purpose. What is my dream? All i know is, I am writing As I have always written Words flowing, cascading through the pages To make sense of the world within and without me To unravel the chaos To let in the light wherein I would otherwise drown. My words, what weight do they carry? I have a hope though That they would enlighten, inspire As my quest to fathom this journey called life For I too have been lost I am bereft of judgement Where my dreams take me My purpose will meet me there. @Sue.Ketter
Somewhere Between Then and Now
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Have you thought of roads not taken The choices you made Where did they lead? The people who passed by you The lessons you learnt Where did they go? The waves of change Where they gentle, Forming overtime? As water flows to form a river Where they rough, All consuming? As a raging as a storm Now here, looking back The unbecoming that led to becoming Can you say, oh! that's why? Learnt patience, in the waiting Learnt holding on, in the storm The reason for being Was in the growing Strength in the knowing Peace in the healing Somewhere between then and now @Sue.Ketter
The Chronicles of Izel
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Ask me tomorrow How yesterday became today I'll tell you a tale about the dream maker from the world of Izel, who bestowed the gift of dreams to his people. From the dreams came, leaders, healers, teachers, farmers and Innovators They propelled the world forward From land came nourishment From herbs came medicine From earth came minerals, metals and gems alike. There was unity, harmony, benevolence Until greed crept in, and in the name of free will some had misguided ways of reaching those dreams Their desire for more power, more wealth gave into oppression of their fellow people. From leaders came dictators From teachers came false prophets From innovators came death and destruction What was once for good, was now maligned. So the dream maker sought to right the balance He chose a clairvoyant of whom he granted the gift of sight, She was the voice of reason He chose an ascendant of whom he assigned the gift of sword, he was a vangua...
Doorway Effect
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Crossing the threshold Stepping into forgetfulness Before nothing turned to something Smug, plain, expressionless Smile, laughter, brightness Obstacle, tears, painfulness Joy, effortless, boundless The room of remembrance Standing at the doorway Crossing the threshold Stepping into forgetfulness. @Sue.Ketter
If Ever
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If ever I leave before you do Tell me, I did well Plant a tree at my resting place Perhaps a white bottle brush Let your tears water the seedling And when you're done Do say farewell And Let me go My sun may have set But yours still rises In thine heart, keep the memories Smile when you speak of me When you miss me Find me in the blooming flowers As you sit under the shade And let me go I did not leave you behind I simply was called home This journey's end was a beginning of sorts And as my body feeds the tree My soul flies free, content I loved, I lived I've gone from this place Let me go @Sue.Ketter
The Extrovert Loner (Author: Chemasop Cheruiyot)
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They call it isolophilia, I just call it being me. An extrovert loner, free, Dancing in the space I am most at ease. My best friends are introverts, the quiet kind, Who speak with signs, murmurs soft and shy. I love how they listen as my words unfurl, Talking less, their silence reaches the sky. I chatter on, their eyes meet mine, A nod, a smile, a whispered sigh. And when the silence comes, I know it's fine We're both okay, no need to ask why. Sometimes, I need my time, to drift away, But they don’t chase; they understand the play. Our bond runs deep, no words required, A friendship quiet, yet so inspired. There’s Sue, the introvert, pure and true, And Judycos, a balance of both hues. In their company, I find sweet peace, In stillness, I reflect, I find release. For in these quiet hours, I meet my Maker, I find myself, no longer a faker. I strengthen what’s weak, adjust my view, Grateful for moments that feel so true. So when I slip into solitude, don't pester ...
Moonflower
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On the day's end When the horizon meets the sun I watch as the day gives way to the night I indulge in the twilight In awe of the Creator And in my reverence of Him I hold a vesper of Thanksgiving For when I seek my world All I find is His Grace On my Knees, I stand Blessed, I am His child By His Grace, I am covered I think myself a moonflower Blooming at eventide Was His Favour for me. @Sue.Ketter
The Soldier Within (Author: Chemasop Cheruiyot)
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I walk like a soldier, steadfast, bold, With a heart full of truth, and a soul that's untold. You may see me harsh, but look past the mask, It’s not anger you see—it’s the weight of the task. My words are few, yet carry weight, Like a commander's voice, firm and straight. I guard my trust, as the scriptures say, From Micah’s wisdom, I will not stray. Approach me kindly, with honest intent, For how you come speaks more than what's meant. Lies stab like needles, hypocrisy burns, Pretenders—oh, how my spirit turns. I live with purpose, grounded and true, Yet many misread what I hold in view. Not temper, nor rage, but discipline’s face, Guided by God and His infinite grace. As soldiers trust, so too do I, Not in men, but the One on high. Lord, make me one, if it pleases You, Let me lead with valor, in all I pursue. I pray for a place where values align, Where truth isn’t weakness but a strength divine. May my heart never wander, nor my feet lose their way, Keep me f...
Heraeth
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She walks with a skip in her step There's a joyful demeanour to her spring Lost in thought, she seems gleeful. She's elacric for the days ahead But in her eyes, there's hidden longing Bursting to get through the smile. It shows on her face from time to time She stares off wistfully for a moment Then pulls back her smile just as quickly. @Sue.Ketter
Echoes
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To have a dream in a world with no hope Is what she feared the most And yet she dreamt Of the day they'd be reunited To see in his eyes a reflection of her To breathe again. She's lived long enough She's forgotten to feel alive What they've taken from her She's lingering in between Longing and despair He was hidden in memories past. The moment came The universe did not comply She saw in his eyes a determination To make her world hopeful They took from her As they had taken from him. He carries the hope for her Though fleeting She smiles Her heart remembers There's familiarity She's hidden in memories past. @Sue.Ketter
Mind-reader
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I can assure you, I'm not off with the pixies For the most part I am sane A daydreamer I am though. Should I welcome you inside my mind To begin you must remember You may encounter the darkness She lurks ever so close Etching at the surface. Walk through the maze that is my thoughts I dare you Even I, get lost in there Be wary of her ladyship Her defenses are high She's been holding herself back. As you move forward You will encounter the light Give her a smile and a hug She was a long time coming She's the embodiment of strength. When you reach the centre And you find memories living there Be gentle with her She carries the narrative She maybe just a tad off. On your way out when you meet Ms imagination Do not linger long, She may keep you yet She has made herself The empress to the castles in the sky. And as you exit What you have learnt Leave them there. Tell me, that journey Your perception of me, did it change? ...
Do You Ever Mean The Things You say
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She Arrived by Elephant 🐘
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Someday past Lived a girl Quiet had been her descriptive Say more Talk more How boring your company must be. Oh, but hey While they were looking At her supposed flaw She was blooming Ever so slow. If her quiet caused them discomfort She was deeply, deeply unbothered; possibly See her journey, though still ongoing Has her unfurled, Growing For she was made for reticence. @Sue.Ketter
Hope Lives Here
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I want to invite you for a ☕ coffee or 🍵 tea Come meet me at the convergence of sunny 🌞 and raindrops ☔ We can marvel at the weather, As we watch the rain and the sun mingle Fire 🔥 conversing with water 💦 to birth a rainbow Gives you hope doesn't it? Opposing forces giving advent to such wonder 🧐. @Sue.Ketter
My Rare Collection of Abandoned Hobbies
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I like to think of myself as a collector of abandoned hobbies I commence but never implement I have been a designer 👗, My dresses have walked the fashion halls of Milan 😉😉 I have been an artist 🎨, I thought myself a Van Gogh of sorts I have been a chef 👨🍳, Many a recipes left undone I have been a performer 🎤, The spoken word never left this lips I have been a nail technician 💅, I blame COVID for this one, not my apparent lack of business accumen I have been an interior designer 🏡, You should see the house of my day dreams; Exquisite is the word I have been a photographer 🖼️, There's a gallery in my house of day dreams I have been a linguist 🗣️, Well a linguistics beginer, can I speak those languages? 😁 I can say hallo, anyong, chamgeei, bonjour, sabalkheri, busheree I have been a reader 📚, This is slowly awakening from a long slumber I have been a writer ✍️ I found my niche here, this is where I rest. ...