Sometimes, when things do not go our way, we tend to lash out in angle we feel. Our self respect lags for a moment and we feel ashamed of our behavior. The turmoil we feel within can only be eradicated by cultivating inner peace. When we have learned to quiet our inner man, outer influence cannot take hold to tumble us. So, when the storms of life come, do not become a part of it but rather allow peace to see you through to the other side.
The news came in waves with high pitched voices,
A novel virus on the horizon.
The cause a speculation, not sure of its intention,
Varied reasons came alive, throwing off lies and spies.
Public deaths and covered bodies
Droplets from sneezing grip young and elderly
Shook many an authority.
Flying to outer destinations, Covid19 scares each nation.
Awaiting to hear a first case scenario, pandemonium starts its latest show.
The great virus of 2020, did not appeal our senses rightly,
No stocking of food and vitamins, rather, toilet paper became the frenzy!
Living today, the greats will surely say,
“Off with their heads, it’s such a dismay.”
How can a world of people be so foolish,
Come to stock a commodity which can least prevent a crisis…?
God must have laughed this time around,
A tech savvy people who wear toilet paper as their crown.
Shame to be human this year!!
Copyright 2020~Vearna Gloster.
My sympathy to all those who lost loved ones to this present virus.
When I said I miss you
It’s been over three years
Our shared innocent moments though short and few
I do miss you
You do not know what I have been through
You may think I have given up on you
You may not have understood
Though I know you try to maintain the respect you show
I still do miss you
Sometimes I blame you in my thoughts
Sometimes I cry that you were too shy
To say outright what you felt
When I felt what I knew you do
I miss you
Yes I do
Turmoil was agitated in my soul
Another day may not have seen me whole
Not so much from missing you
But from enduring the woes I have been through
My throbbing heart was about to shatter
My last hope was to know if you felt its clutter
Miss you, I do
And yes, on that day when no one else existed
Though surrounded by their presence
The softest feather kiss you invested
Lifted a weight so deep seated, I no longer felt molested
You calmed my entire being.
I miss you
I need to know in heart to heart
Is our future on this path?
Be bold with me and tell me so
Hold not back as before
And I will will embrace you
The man I know I adore…just saying what my heart explores.
By Vearna Gloster
The deaf wish to hear,
The blind wish to see,
The dumb want to speak,
And the lame want to walk.
But we who have it all,
Hear not properly,
See not, aspiringly,
Speak not positively,
Nor walk with purpose.
These gifts not granted to some,
A sad song sung for centuries,
Unable to be given freely,
We now fight through technology,
To establish a gift for the ungifted.
Sometimes, somethings are for love
Sometimes, somethings are for fun
Sometimes, somethings are for nothing
Sometimes, something is everything we need.
I have lost all reason,
To believe in a season, though,
All the seasons I believe,
Have a reason.
But what I must comprehend,
Is the folk at the bottom end.
What sometimes I cannot find
Is the something I need.
As he unraveled the last thread,
The fight within died.
His palms fell off the edge of humanity’s frail bed,
As his spirit rose to start anew.
No longer sad but bemused by the tragic end,
Of a body failed by the tragedy of a failed system created by man!
No looking back, for there was a dark space, nothing to see.
And so, forward he went into a place,
Where only his imagination had once been able to conjure.
Celestial bodies, preparing for war.
He grinned, for so long within him
Yearned the desire of soldierhood.
The desire to help the weak,
The desire to brave it all
To desire to fulfil a thirst of completion.
The completion of brotherhood!
I all my adult life, I did not think about it enough.
That book publishing, is super hot!
I esteemed and wrote so much, a fine lot,
My excitement has taken the higher notch.
Am proud, my patience I wore very well,
Or I might have been an author known, only here.
My heart is full I must now say,
I signed my contract just today….
Bear with me a little longer,
I will furnish your reader’s hunger,
From a fairy land of buzz,
I hope to keep my readers love.
I too thirst, for the life it brings,
To hold in my hands my thoughts, worded in ink!
Nestled near riverfront
The colony never wants
Strong hives, many flies.
(c)2019 Vearna Gloster
As a beekeeper, I am currently taking a two year break from the Association to focus on my writing.
I missed being in this company here and I am learning that I cannot be all things to all people. Many times our focus go askew and it is in our wisdom and understanding that we are to know when to reel ourselves into the onward journey from where we left off, where priorities lie and how much we can do at a time.
So enjoy the pics and click the link below for the story😉. Thanks for reading.
The wrong avenues
The guilty faces of place where no body really publishes!
Encumbered with the printing of stories for the vain limited…
Searching and finding the right publisher is a great opportunity
An overwhelming experience of joy😁
Do it, feel it, know it, there is the one comfort in being at it obsessively.
(c)2019 Vearna Gloster.