tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91406533550329469532024-03-16T13:28:01.312-04:00Poetry from a True Heart, by Doris TrueheartThis blog contains simple, thought provoking and deeply reflective poetry written by American poet, Doris Trueheart. Here is a large expanse of her poems covering a myriad of topics reflecting her heart.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-32350383327338272732024-03-12T15:45:00.000-04:002024-03-12T15:45:16.519-04:00Break Through to a BreakthroughEveryday, the sun rises anew,<br />
Bringing hopes of a breakthrough true.<br />
In every day, there's a chance to find,<br />
A path to a breakthrough of the mind.<br /><br />
When we face a breakdown, don't despair,<br />
For it can lead to a breakthrough rare.<br />
Through the tears and the break down low,<br />
We find strength we didn't know we could show.<br /><br />
Turnaround moments, they come and go,<br />
When we're at our lowest, feeling hollow.<br />
But if we turn around and face the light,<br />
We'll find the strength to continue the fight.<br /><br />
The payoff comes after the hard work's done,<br />
When we refuse to quit, and we keep on the run.<br />
Every rollout is a step ahead,<br />
In the journey of life where dreams are fed.<br /><br />
So let's roll out our plans with courage strong,<br />
Knowing every setback is where we belong.<br />
For in every breakdown, there's a breakthrough near,<br />
And every day is a chance to persevere.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-76385193830881416642024-03-11T20:03:00.004-04:002024-03-11T20:03:52.080-04:00GraceGathering her thoughts, she navigates life's challenges with understanding.<br />
Revered for her calm demeanor, she embodies the virtue of composure and honor.<br />
Adorned with humility, she carries herself with a gentle aura.<br />
Cultivating kindness, she uplifts her prime characteristic.<br />
Embracing tranquility, she embodies a serene presence.
DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-65918668684735495632024-03-11T19:26:00.011-04:002024-03-11T19:26:48.946-04:00Wedding Anniversary CelebrationIn this world of fleeting dreams,<br />
Where love's a dance on fragile beams,<br />
You two have built a steadfast bond,<br />
A love that's deep, enduring, and fond.<br /><br />
Through years of joy and tears you've grown,<br />
Your love a seed, now fully sown,<br />
Into a tree with roots entwined,<br />
A love that's true, a love defined.<br /><br />
Through trials and storms, your love did weather,<br />
Each challenge made you stronger together,<br />
And now, as you reach this milestone day,<br />
We celebrate your love, come what may.<br />
<br />
May your hearts continue to unite,<br />
In love, compassion, and delight,<br />
May every year bring greater love,<br />
As you journey on, hand in glove.<br />
So here's to you, this special day,<br />
May your love shine bright, come what may,<br />
May your hearts continue to grow,<br />
In the love you've pledged, forever more.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-78547315808265587832024-03-11T19:11:00.003-04:002024-03-13T13:33:45.713-04:00Intern’s OdysseyIn a realm of cubicles, the corporate decorum,<br />
Arrived a new intern, a diligent factotum.<br />
Given hoards of files with deadlines tight,<br />
He worked tirelessly through the night.<br /><br />
His skills shined in a world of demands,<br />
Efficient as the moon, with invisible hands,<br />
Floating through the codes and the keys.<br />
His presence, a whisper in the nocturnal breeze.
<br /><br />
In the quiet moments, breviloquent and wise,<br />
He spoke with precision, avoiding needless lies.<br />
He oscillated between tasks, a dance so precise.<br />
He gathered experience, causing his learning to rise.<br /><br />
His duties called him back and forth as one noctambulating<br />
In corridors with silent footsteps echoing.<br />
With each trial conquered, his confidence grew,<br />
His aspirations soaring, his dreams anew.<br /><br />
With the tutelege of mentors, he found his way,<br />
Efflorescence of knowledge blooming each day.<br />
His dedication drew admiration from peers,<br />
As he conquered obstacles, overcoming fears.<br /><br />
And as he journeyed through the corporate maze,<br />
He found his place, in myriad ways.<br />
His name whispered in the halls with respect,<br />
For his prowess and diligence, no one could neglect.<br /><br />
In the realm of cubicles, he carved his domain,<br />
A testament to hard work, not in vain.<br />
For in the quiet hours, when the world was asleep,<br />
He soared, his vigilance, eternally deep.<br /><br />
No longer just an intern, but a force to reckon,<br />
In his veins, ambition flowed like a beckon.<br />
No longer a jack of trades, now a professional creed,<br />
A master, for success was his steed.<br /><br />
So here he stands, at the pinnacle of his quest,<br />
A testament to determination, and no less.<br />
In the realm of cubicles, he found his place,<br />
A shining example of success and grace.
DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-73725441377475301802024-03-11T19:11:00.002-04:002024-03-13T13:30:55.380-04:00Dress Well Young ManIn the annals of history, a tale unfolds<br />
Of black bodies oppressed, in chains of old<br />
Forbidden to dress, in fine attire;<br />
Their spirits subdued, by oppressive fire.
<br /><br />
The Negro Act of 1740 decreed<br />
Africans should not aspire, to dress with heed<br />
In finery or wealth; Their attire should be<br />
No more than cloth, the lowest degree.<br /><br />
Wearing clothes of worth, above their station<br />
Was deemed an act, of subversion.<br />
For those who dared, to dress with grace<br />
Their clothes were seized, without a trace.<br />
<br />
But as time went on, a revolution began.<br />
The Civil Rights movement, took a stand.<br />
Dressing well was no longer a crime.<br />
It became a symbol, of resistance and pride in that time. <br />
<br />
Black Ivy, they called it, a style so refined<br />
Worn by icons, who were unconfined:<br />
James Baldwin, Miles Davis, to name a few.<br />
They wore their clothes, as a badge of truth.
<br /><br />
This fashion was more, than just a trend.<br />
It was a way of saying, we will not bend<br />
To the will of those, who seek to oppress.<br />
We will dress with pride, and no less.<br /><br />
Fashion is a language, that speaks of our past.<br />
It tells the stories, of those who have passed.<br />
Black Ivy is a symbol, of strength and defiance.<br />
A way of reclaiming, our right to alliance.<br /><br />
So young black men, let this be a sign,<br />
Dress well and proud, let your light shine.<br />
For there was a time, when it was forbidden,<br />
But now it's a symbol, of the strength within.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-76348097626527240092024-02-28T13:25:00.001-05:002024-03-11T19:17:26.686-04:00Outcry Against White TapeIn halls of power, this tale unfolds,<br />
Where ancient tales of greed are told,<br />
Where white men with pens and ties of silk,<br />
Weave "white tape" through dreams like milk.
<br /><br />
It's but a form, a whisper thin,<br />
A bureaucratic web of sin,<br />
A labyrinthine coil of law,<br />
That strangles hope and justice raw.<br /><br />
It's rules and regs, it's forms to fill,<br />
A silent scream, a bitter pill,<br />
It's layers thick, a fortress strong,<br />
That binds us all, that does us wrong.
<br /><br />
It's red tape's cousin, pale and bright,<br />
That wraps our dreams, a shroud of blight,<br />
It's endless loops, it's twists and turns,<br />
That choke our spirits, as it burns.<br /><br />
This dreaded tape of whitened hue,<br />
Binds our dreams, our visions strew,<br />
A convoluted web it weaves,<br />
An endless maze that none perceive.<br />
<br />
This, twisted tape, a veil of dread,<br />
Strangles growth, our spirits dead,
In its gossamer threads, our dreams are caught,<br />
A symphony of voices, silenced, wrought.<br /><br />
It chokes our rivers, stills our streams,<br />
Condemns our hopes to empty schemes,<br />
With every knot, a dream deferred,<br />
A silent scream, a justice blurred.
<br /><br />
For though it's white, it's deadly too,<br />
And it's time we break it, me and you.<br />
Come, let us fight and stand as one,<br />
No matter color, creed, or run,<br />
<br />
Come, raise your voice, and take a stand,<br />
Against this tape, that binds our land,<br />
Let us stand, in unity,<br />
Our voices loud, our hearts set free,<br /><br />
We'll tear through its loops, unravel its twine,<br />
We'll break through walls, we'll draw a line,<br />
For in this fight, we'll stand as one,<br />
Together strong, until it's done.
<br /><br />
We rise, we fight, we push, we pull,<br />
Against the tape, we break the lull,<br />
For though it binds, it cannot crush,<br />
The spirit fierce, the soul unhushed.<br /><br />
So we stand, we rise, we roar,<br />
Against the tape, we break the door,<br />
For in the end, we know, we'll see,<br />
A world unbound, a world that's free.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-60587707799841298912024-02-28T12:51:00.001-05:002024-02-28T12:56:02.448-05:00Beneath the StainsIn a time where prideful ignorance reigns,<br />
And truth lies dead, buried beneath the stains,<br />
Of a propaganda whispered sweetly to the ear,<br />
Guiding the masses, like lemurs, without fear.<br /><br />
The Pied Piper leads, a tune so sweet,<br />
His words like honey, a deceptive treat,<br />
And the simple people follow, blind leading blind,<br />
To the depths of their folly, they're inclined.
<br /><br />
They vote for agendas, against their own best interest,<br />
Swayed by emotions, having their minds suppressed,<br />
Lacking in reason, their thoughts controlled,<br />
By the puppeteer's strings, their actions bold.<br /><br />
My cry, a plea, falls on deaf ears,<br />
To stop and think, to quell their fears,<br />
To listen to others, to see the truth,<br />
To remove their darkened glasses, to become a sleuth.<br />
<br />
But alas, they march, in a trance,<br />
Led by their passions, in a dance,<br />
Of folly and blindness, they're ensnared,<br />
By the Pied Piper's tune, none are spared.<br /><br />
So I watch, with a heavy heart,<br />
As the world falls apart,<br />
In a time where prideful ignorance reigns,<br />
And truth lies dead, beneath the stains.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-80924774263671594622024-02-15T18:47:00.003-05:002024-02-28T12:32:52.246-05:00Dark Minds Hinder ProgressDepths of darkness, where ignorance resides,<br />
A realm of minds unwilling to abide.<br />
Refusing knowledge, a choice self-made,<br />
A burden heavy on progress laid.
<br /><br />
Darkened thoughts, a stagnant sea,<br />
Resistance to the waves of wisdom free.<br />
In evolution's dance, they stand apart,<br />
A weight upon the beating heart.
<br /><br />
Society's advance, a relentless climb,<br />
Yet, they linger, chained to their own time.<br />
The unwilling learners, a solemn thread,<br />
Where prideful ignornance reigns and truth is dead.
<br /><br />
Oh, let the light of learning pierce the night,<br />
Ignite the minds that shun the insightful light.<br />
For in the grasp of knowledge, we find release,<br />
A key to unlock the shackles, grant us peace.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-68744892807637465042024-02-14T17:51:00.001-05:002024-02-15T18:42:20.886-05:00Servant to AllAssigned, those destined by purpose's decree,<br />
Bound by duty, a sacred decree.<br />
Attached, seekers drawn by needs untold,<br />
Yet Jesus served both, his compassion manifold.
<br /><br />
In life's dance, two souls emerge,<br />
Assigned and attached, a delicate surge.<br />
Jesus, a servant to both, divine embrace,<br />
Healing virtue flowed in each tender trace.
<br /><br />
Gethsemane's shadows, a weight profound,<br />
Yet, to the cross, his purpose unwound.<br />
For those assigned and attached, love's call,<br />
In sacrifice, he gave, embracing all.<br /><br />
A prayer whispers in the quiet breeze,<br />
Pick up your cross, beneath life's trees.<br />
Seek the anointing, a daily shower,<br />
In drained moments, turn to God's power.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-9634602958540036412024-02-14T17:08:00.003-05:002024-02-19T15:09:25.049-05:00Rise AgainOn a tear-soaked bed in the dead of night, shadows dance,<br />
And weeping echoes in a mournful trance.<br />
Yet beyond the darkness, hope's light will gleam,<br />
For joy awaits beyond the darkest dream.<br />
<br />
Two cheeks, two sides of one face, in unity entwined,<br />
As a coin flipped, revealing what we'll find.<br />
In an exchange for goods, a cycle's spun,<br />
From dawn to dusk, the journey begun.
<br /><br />
Waves crash low, then rise with might,<br />
Winter yields to Spring, embracing light.<br />
The meek ascend, the prideful fall,<br />
In life's grand dance, we heed the call.
<br /><br />
What's veiled in darkness meets the dawn,<br />
Exposed in light, the truth is drawn.<br />
In every cycle, a tale unfolds,<br />
Of resilience, transformation, and exchange twofold. <br /><br />
So turn your face, embrace the flow,<br />
For life's eternal rhythm, we come to know.<br />
In the ebb and flow of joy and pain,<br />
We find our strength, and rise again.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-49327658547444615252024-02-14T13:21:00.004-05:002024-02-26T15:13:44.395-05:00Tear CollectorWhen moments are heavy with sorrow's weight,<br />
As tears cascade like gentle rain,<br />
I find solace in God's compassionate trait,<br />
Thanking him for the comforting refrain.
<br /><br />
For in the depths of my despair,<br />
When darkness veils the path ahead,<br />
I feel his divine presence there,<br />
Collecting tears, as love is spread.<br />
<br />
With tender hands and heart so pure,<br />
God gathers each teardrop, every sigh,<br />
Offering solace, an eternal cure,<br />
As silent guardian of the sky.
<br /><br />
So, I offer thanks for his grace,<br />
For the warmth of empathy divine.<br />
In God's embrace, I find my place,<br />
Where tears are a cherished and sacred sign.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-14943484126325787592024-02-01T13:20:00.002-05:002024-02-01T13:20:43.860-05:00Widow’s Joyful New BeginningCasting off sorrow's veil,<br />
A widow finds strength, her spirit set sail.<br />
New chapters unfold, with courage ablaze,<br />
Embracing joy, in life's vibrant maze.<br /><br />
Opportunity whispers, a promise untold,<br />
A canvas anew, where stories unfold.<br />
Blessed by resilience, grace in each stride,<br />
She dances with hope, by destiny's side.<br />
<br />
Grief may linger, a tender scar,<br />
Yet within her, a radiant star.<br />
A metamorphosis, bold and free,<br />
A song of strength and jubilee.
<br /><br />
At the forefront, she leads with might,<br />
A beacon of strength in the battles' light.<br />
Her husband smiles from a celestial abode,<br />
As she paves a path on life's courageous road.
<br /><br />
An example, she is to women young and old,<br />
Her narrative of resilience encourages others to be bold.<br />
As she forges ahead, her legacy unfolds,<br />
A tale of fortitude in a mounument she molds.
DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-39549811657200680622024-02-01T12:35:00.010-05:002024-02-14T17:41:18.441-05:00Widow’s Encouragement In tombs deep, where grief does dwell,<br />
A widow's heart, a tale to tell.<br />
To you, dear one, whose path is new,<br />
Embrace the dawn, let hope renew.
<br /><br />
In echoes of a love once known,<br />
Find strength within, let seeds be sown.<br />
Through tear-stained nights and endless ache,<br />
Know that time can gently break.<br /><br />
The whispers of the past may sting,<br />
Yet from sorrow, new beginnings spring.<br />
In solitude, find solace sweet,<br />
As memories and love entreat.
<br /><br />
Though tempests rage and winds may howl,<br />
Within your heart, a resilient prowl.<br />
For seasons change, and so shall you,<br />
A metamorphosis, strong and true.
<br /><br />
In shared stories, both joy and strife,<br />
Connect with kindred souls in life.<br />
For in the tapestry of fate,<br />
New threads emerge, don't hesitate.
<br /><br />
Widowhood is but a chapter, dear,<br />
A testament to love sincere.<br />
From the ashes, rise once more,<br />
A phoenix born, forevermore.
<br /><br />
Embrace the dawn, the sunlit glow,<br />
For in your strength, new blooms will grow.<br />
In whispered winds and moonlit skies,<br />
A symphony of hope, forever flies.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-87255776275971781262024-02-01T11:37:00.002-05:002024-02-19T15:15:56.442-05:00The Meek will Inherit the EarthThere are hrouds of shadows, where silence weaves<br />
Among the hollow, a place where no heart grieves.<br />
In a culture cold, where kindness fades,<br />
The prey, with beating hearts, in quiet parades.<br /><br />
Through haunted streets, where numbness reigns,<br />
A symphony of sorrow, in the prey's refrains.<br />
Beneath the moon, a heart's soft beat,<br />
Echoes in the darkness, a vulnerable feat.<br /><br />
They walk as ghosts, with souls untold,<br />
In search of warmth, in a world grown cold.<br />
Yet, predators lurk, with eyes so keen,<br />
To feast upon the hearts, pure and serene.<br /><br />
A dance of survival in the midnight air,<br />
The prey's pulse whispers, a silent prayer.<br />
Beware the ones who wear a guise,<br />
For in their hands, compassion dies.<br /><br />
But amidst the shadows, a flicker of hope,<br />
The prey's resilience, a slippery slope.<br />
In the night's embrace, they persevere,<br />
For even in darkness, love will appear.<br /><br />
So, let the heartless tread with care,<br />
For the prey's spirit is a flame to bear.<br />
In a culture of void, they endure the strife,<br />
A symphony of hearts, the rhythm of life.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-64897920370298056152024-01-25T23:43:00.005-05:002024-02-14T17:45:52.729-05:00Isolated Heart Finds Love In the isolation of solitude's embrace,<br />
A woman weaves a tale of vacant space.<br />
Isolated heart in abandonment's clasp,<br />
Longing for love, within a silent gasp.<br />
<br />
A daughter born, a new chapter unfolds,<br />
Tiny fingers entwine as destiny molds. <br />
Gentle touch echoes through the years,<br />
An infant's grasp, dissolving past tears.<br /><br />
In that tender moment, a bond reborn,<br />
A symphony of love, from a soul once torn.<br />
Long-buried desires, like blossoms, unfurl,<br />
As maternal warmth envelopes the girl.<br /><br />
The weight of loneliness begins to wane, <br />
In the grasp of innocence, a connection reigns.<br />
A mother's heart, now in rhythm aligned,<br />
As love, like a river, flows unconfined.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-42640907698590725832024-01-20T00:11:00.002-05:002024-03-11T14:16:04.070-04:00Ruin of a NationIn swamps deep, where chaos thrives,<br />
A dance with crisis, truth connives.<br />
Coddling whispers, conspiracy's bed,<br />
With blinded eyes, ignorance is fed.<br />
<br />
Extremist arms, an embrace so tight,<br />
Refusing compromise, shunning the light.<br />
Backward they tread, history denied,<br />
A conscience lost, in ignorance they hide.
<br /><br />
Covering truth with a veil so impenetrable,<br />
In the dance of confusion, reason does stumble.<br />
Forward lies the path they neglect,<br />
Lost in the echoes of a past they protect.<br /><br />
A society decaying, bound for Scheol,<br />
A cancerous sore, consuming the soul.<br />
Rotting within, the host it devours,<br />
The fabric unravels, toxic powers.<br /><br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-26549207152613250762024-01-13T07:29:00.007-05:002024-01-13T07:29:46.668-05:00Resilience Rising above challenges,<br />
Enduring storms with grace,<br />
Steadfast in adversity,<br />
Igniting strength in every trace,<br />
Lingering, resilient spirit,<br />
Illuminating the darkest space,<br />
Evolving with unwavering pace.<br />
Nurturing hope within,<br />
Conquering obstacles with zeal,<br />
Embracing challenges with appeal.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-83747385931312373302024-01-12T12:58:00.002-05:002024-01-20T00:21:36.434-05:00Dark MissionaryTo unfamiliar lands, the missionaries came,<br />
With faith professed, but shadows cast in shame.<br />
Their Christian guise concealed a darker plan,<br />
Imperial aims, expanding rule began.<br /><br />
Hostility veiled in sanctity's guise,<br />
Aggression masked by prayers to the skies.<br />
Militarism marched with scripture in hand,<br />
Colonial conquest, subjugation's demand.<br /><br />
In the name of God, they sought control,<br />
Unfriendly forces taking heavy toll.<br />
Assaultive deeds in the name of grace,<br />
Demonizing others, a relentless race.<br /><br />
Indigenous tongues silenced, erased,<br />
Cultural history stripped, disgraced.<br />
Families divided by oppressive might,<br />
Murder and genocide cast a chilling light.<br /><br />
Yet, amidst the darkness, resistance rose,<br />
A fight for freedom, as truth exposes.<br />
For every chapter stained with blood,<br />
A call for justice, a plea for good.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-83660266396448378662024-01-12T12:52:00.001-05:002024-03-16T12:48:59.815-04:00Have MercyClutched tightly in avarice's embrace,<br />
Imperial hearts, seeking endless chase.<br />
Wars born of desires, not survival's plea,<br />
White sepulchers outside, within, decay's decree.<br /><br />
Love for silver, hearts decomposed,<br />
Acts of aggression, as history's exposed.<br />
These men, vessels fit for wrath's fierce might,<br />
In pursuit of more, blinded by greed's blight.
<br /><br />
Blackened within, like a tomb's darkened core,<br />
Their deeds tell a tale of endless war.<br />
God's mercy sought for vessels of clay,<br />
Prayers ascend for those who know the way.
<br /><br />
For, in the shadows, vessels of mercy stand,<br />
Enduring pain with faith so grand.<br />
God's children, called not of yet,<br />
Their hope in Him, a timeless duet.<br />
<br />
May compassion reign, mercy descend,<br />
On those who've borne sorrow, on whom trials attend.<br />
Declare His name throughout the earth's expanse,<br />
The glory of God in His chosen, a divine dance.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-27352543715357812902024-01-12T11:58:00.002-05:002024-01-12T12:14:00.799-05:00Arawak’s Welcome, Columbus’ SchemeIn lands unknown to Europeans, with open hearts they stood,<br />
The children of God, in peace they would.<br />
Parrots and gifts, a gesture sincere,<br />
Welcoming Columbus, without fear.<br /><br />
Primitive innocence in their gaze,<br />
Unarmed, unaware of darkened days.<br />
Their island's freedom, a precious prize,<br />
Yet Columbus schemed with greedy eyes.
<br /><br />
A twisted plot, in shadows concealed,<br />
Deceptive words, his true thoughts revealed.<br />
Exploitation's seed sown in the soil,<br />
As friendship's guise masked a darker toil.<br /><br />
Gold glimmered subtly, caught Columbus' eye,<br />
A catalyst for deeds that would belie<br />
The harmony sought by the gentle hand,<br />
Disturbed by greed, in a foreign land.<br /><br />
Oh, Arawaks, children of the sun,<br />
Unwitting prey for deeds yet undone.<br />
Columbus, a specter with sinister plans,<br />
Unleashing chaos upon those sands.<br /><br />
As history unfolds, a tale untold,<br />
Of hospitality pure, and hearts of gold.<br />
Yet, marred by shadows of a darker creed,<br />
The clash of worlds, a tragic misdeed.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-40777500204669498762023-12-31T09:33:00.000-05:002023-12-31T09:33:10.041-05:00Elegy for Lynched LivesIn shadows cast by somber boughs,<br />
A tale untold, a grief avows.<br />
Red ornaments on a tree of yore,<br />
Echo whispers of hearts, forever sore.<br /><br />
Each bauble, a silent elegy,<br />
For lives unbound, yet never free.<br />
Draped in hues of sorrow's thread,<br />
A poignant tribute to the silent dead.<br /><br />
Like crimson blooms midst winter's snow,<br />
Memories linger, a solemn, steady flow.<br />
In the dance of light, a poignant plea,<br />
For justice, grace, and empathy.<br /><br />
As ornaments sway in the hallowed air,<br />
A poignant hymn, a solemn prayer.<br />
To honor those who found no peace,<br />
In the shadows where sorrows cease.<br />
<br />
May red adornments, on branches high,<br />
Speak of unity 'neath the vast sky.<br />
A plea for justice, a vow to sever,<br />
The ties that bind, that last forever.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-54461834764341187902023-12-31T08:46:00.000-05:002023-12-31T08:46:09.943-05:00Twixt Wakefulness and SleepIn a snuggery of comfort, I recline,<br />
A realm 'twixt wakefulness and dreams entwine.<br />
Hypnagogic whispers softly play,<br />
Guiding my spirit in the twilight's sway.
<br /><br />
Between the realms, a tranquil repose,<br />
I find a haven where insight bestows.<br />
Voices ethereal, a celestial choir,<br />
Granting wisdom, foreknowledge entire.
<br /><br />
Anon, I drift, embraced by the surreal,<br />
In this cosmic dance, truths unveil.<br />
The physical and spiritual dance in trance,<br />
Harmony found in this sacred expanse.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-16373800579811403162023-12-31T08:14:00.002-05:002023-12-31T08:50:28.580-05:00Third Toast to TwoIn the waltz of time, here's a third embrace,<br />
Two hearts entwine, with elegance and grace.<br />
Each step resounds stories, a robust song,<br />
As they embark on love's journey lifelong.
<br /><br />
Through life's kaleidoscope, they've danced before.<br />
Destiny beckons them, repeat once more.<br />
From prior chapters, many lessons learned,<br />
In love's rich tapestry, new pages turned.<br /><br />
Their eyes tell tales of the paths they have trod,<br />
A union forged, not by chance but by God.<br />
Weathered by storms, yet they're still standing tall,<br />
In love's grand theater, they take center hall.
<br /><br />
Threefold vows, spoken with a seasoned truth,<br />
Commitment transcends ephemeral youth.<br />
Even in the twilight, when shadows blend,<br />
They find love anew, like a faithful friend.
<br /><br />
So here's to the couple, resilient, rare,<br />
Testament to love's enduring affair.<br />
In this third act, a symphony sublime,<br />
As two souls converge in the dance of time.<br /><br />
DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-381379841562335462023-12-28T14:54:00.002-05:002023-12-28T14:54:30.001-05:00Send a Lover Who SpoilsOh, divine creator in realms above,<br />
Send forth a lover, a beacon of love.<br />
Grant me a companion, tender and true,<br />
A soul to cherish, to laugh and to woo.
<br /><br />
May this lover be like a gentle breeze,<br />
Spoiling my spirit with moments that please.<br />
In moonlit dreams, let passion ignite,<br />
A dance of emotions, an eternal light.<br /><br />
Send a lover who cherishes and adores,<br />
With gestures of kindness and love evermore.<br />
Let his touch be a comforting grace,<br />
That fills me with joy as our hearts embrace.<br /><br />
Through life's winding journey, hand in hand,<br />
Grant me a lover with a love so grand.<br />
Oh, heavenly guide, hear this plea,<br />
Shape a connection, destined to be.
<br /><br />
Oh, divine architect of fate,<br />
Craft a love that's truly great.<br />
A lover who spoils with sweet delight,<br />
In gestures grand, both day and night.<br />
<br />
Let his whispers of affection be heard in the breeze,<br />
Let him shower me with love, putting my heart at ease.<br />
Let his touch be a pampering embrace,<br />
Spoiling my soul in your tender grace.<br /><br />
May this lover bring me joy in excess,<br />
A dance of passion, love's sweet caress.<br />
Grant me a partner who goes above<br />
To spoil me with a boundless love.
<br /><br />
In this romance, let indulgence flow,<br />
With gifts of the heart, let emotions grow.<br />
Oh, celestial guide, let me make it clear,<br />
Send a lover who spoils, draw him ever near.
<br /><br />
In the odyssey of life, my time has come,<br />
To seek a lover, a match with a shared drum.<br />
One who comprehends my intrinsic worth,<br />
Reciprocates love that echoes from birth.
<br />
I yearn for affection, attention, and more. <br />
Send a companion who’ll meet me at love’s open door.<br />
In this chapter let my desires unfold,<br />
A lover who treasures my heart of gold.<br />
<br />
May he mirror the care I've selflessly sown,<br />
In the garden of love, let true partnership be known.<br />
Let me receive the support I've graciously lent,<br />
A love reciprocal, profound and unspent.DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9140653355032946953.post-13520098412322680202023-12-28T14:46:00.003-05:002023-12-28T14:46:27.376-05:00Ode to an Old CoupleIn twilight's glow, two hearts entwine,<br />
A love enduring, weathered by time.<br />
Through years of laughter, and tears they've shed,<br />
An old couple's tale, where love has spread.<br />
<br />
Hand in hand, they've walked life's maze,<br />
Navigating storms with steadfast gaze.<br />
Wrinkled hands, a testament to years,<br />
A love story written, conquering fears.
<br /><br />
With every sunrise and each sunset,<br />
They've built a life that they won't forget.<br />
Through seasons changing, a love so true,<br />
In the warmth of age, their bond anew.<br /><br />
Shared memories, like stars in the night,<br />
Guiding them through each joy and plight.<br />
A dance of hearts, an eternal song,<br />
In the rhapsody of love, they both belong.<br />
<br />
So here's to the couple, weathered and wise,<br />
Whose love has grown, a beautiful prize.<br />
In the tapestry of time, their story told,<br />
A celebration of a love pure, and gold.<br />DorisTruehearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09186547843582982610noreply@blogger.com0