INGRATITUDE -Poetry

 INGRATITUDE

Prosperity abounds in us,

Even found among the poor.

Our generation has much more,

Then our ancestors before.

Our heaters burn night and day,

And the air conditioner is always blowing.

We control our thermostats perfectly,

While our lights are always glowing.

Our cupboards and refrigerators,

Hold our favorite treats.

We didn’t have to grow or can

Our supply of fruits and meats.

Technology is at our fingertips,

Information on a whim.

We can be whoever we want,

No longer expected to be proper and trim.

We have so much and are so blessed,

Yet, we can hardly see,

The abundance that today offers us

And yet, we are as empty as can be.

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Ingratitude

by Stephanie Daich

ALWAYS -Poetry

 ALWAYS

 

Always offer kindness,

Always share your soul,

Always open your heart,

And always aim for a goal.

Work on self-improvement,

Work on home and land,

Work to build a better place,

And work to lend a hand.

Often offer kindness,

Often self-reflect,

Often hold the doors for others,

And often give respect.

Strive to lift another,

Strive to be your best,

Strive for an education,

And then you will be blessed.

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Always

by Stephanie Daich

HOPE -Poetry

 HOPE

I.

The hope buried below the surface

Who

Offers to those with nothing left a

Glimmer

Of something better.

I.

The light in the dark

Who

Offers a way for those

Blinded

By the darkness.

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Hope

By Stephanie Daich

ONLY A RAINSTORM AND NOTHING MORE -Poetry

 ONLY A RAINSTORM AND NOTHING MORE

While on the beach, the tourist played, or in the surf, they swim and wade.

Leaving all their troubles home, they release their stress at our shore.

Without warning, almost sneaky, in comes the storm, dark and streaky.

In the rain, tourists crawl behind their car door, hiding behind the door-

"It's only a Florida storm," I mutter as the heaven pour-

"Only a rainstorm and nothing more."

In my yard, the rain does stream, creating the Florida dream.

I watch my kids grab the shampoo, showering under the storm's roar.

Acting abash, tourists drive by, while in the puddle, my kids splash.

In their joy, my children playing, imagining in the rain-

"Tis only children," I mutter as the tourist complain -

"Only a rainstorm and nothing more."

At the parks, the rain does soak, drenching the common folk.

The people buy ponchos while hiding behind a door.

As I watch, residents keep playing while the rains continue spraying.

In my joy, I love the storm, as the word repeats in my head-

"It's only a Florida storm," I mutter at the tourist's dread-

"Only a rainstorm and nothing more."

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Only a Rainstorm and Nothing More

by Stephanie Daich

RISE, WOMAN, RISE -Poetry

RISE, WOMAN, RISE

 Within you, the grace of the universe gathers,

A collection of positive energy flows.

-You, a magnificent female.

Your goodness radiates and glows.

 

Why did the firmament make woman?

-A being pure to care for the earth.

With fierceness, yet love for another,

To continue life through birth.

 

Just like stars in heaven,

That illuminates the dark,

You, a mighty woman

Rule the world and make your mark.

 

You will rise above the cloudy day.

You will lend a helping hand.

A woman brings variety and color.

You sprinkle hope on the land.

 

So rise, woman, above the ashes,

You're bursting with talent and power.

You lead with strength like a raging tiger,

But when needed, gentle as a flower

 

-Rise, woman, rise.

You have it within.

Your ancestors define you.

A legacy for kin.

 

-Rise, woman, rise.

Make the most of your creation.

Womanhood,

a mighty station.

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Rise, Woman, Rise

by Stephanie Daich

 

MY MOST INTIMATE FRIEND -Poetry

 MY MOST INTIMATE FRIEND

Dear Mental Illness,

There is no one out there that I am closer to.

You have attached yourself to me.

-tightly

You never leave.

Sometimes, you quietly remain in the background,

Making me feel as if I am in charge.

But I am not.

You are.

And have been for years.

Relationships are complicated, and inevitably, they end.

Everyone leaves me.

but not you.

You, you bastard,

You are always there.

You have clung tighter to me than even my parents have.

You make your presence known in large crowds.

I can’t shake you.

I should be honored that you are always with me.

But I am not.

You know me better than I know myself.

You must love me to dedicate yourself to me,

To show me such fierce devotion.

I have never had a more intimate relationship with another than with you.

You know every inch of my body,

For you remind me of my imperfections.

You know all my damning thoughts,

And use them against me.

I have tried to break up with you time and time again,

But you won’t let me.

You cling to me.

Your very existence depends on me.

Mental illness, you are my loyalist friend.

I know you will be with me until I die.

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My Most Intimate Friend

by Stephanie Daich

WOMEN BRED FOR SEX AND GLAMOUR -Poetry

 WOMEN BRED FOR SEX AND GLAMOUR

Women put their selves on show,

A little jiggle from their front.They sway their hips, strut their legs,

And flash a golden smile.

Faces made up with expensive rouge.

Hair primped and fluffed for hours.

Stomachs growling from a lack of food.

All to impress some man.

Where are the innocent and the pure?

The woman with natural beauty,

With skin stretched by the hand of God,

And stomachs plumped from bearing children.

Where is the girl with hair simple and straight?

The girl who spent the morning helping her grandma

And not hours in the bathroom on herself;

The girl who bought the homeless a meal and not overpriced makeup.

Why must our sexy define us?

Why would we want to attract a shallow man who only sees looks?

It feels like women are bread for glamour and sex.

Our world is confused and demanding.

A women’s virtue should be the highest prize.

Her glow should be found from within.

She doesn’t need to be vain, focused on looks.

But sadly, she believes she does.

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Women Bred for Sex and Glamour

by Stephanie Daich