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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 7 months, 2 weeks agoRemember, Remember The Month of November
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers…
It’s November 1st. It’s surreal as it’s seventy degrees outside right now.
Sixty days are left in 2024. This month is an eventful one, from Election Day, all the way down to Thanksgiving.
Though it doesn’t feel like November, I wrote my welcome to this month anyway.
Remember, remeber the month of November
60 days left to go in 2024
This month has arrived through the spooky doorHonoring saints, the dearly departed and veterans
A time to give thanks for what we have
And to set the path for the next four yearsWith the last 30 day month here and now
The clock ticks down, the last days of 38
39 is fast approachingWith Croatia and A Poetic Journey in the distance
It’s time plot a forward courseAs there’s time to remember, remember
Before the month of November, gives wayTo the year end’s mad dash, known as December
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Oswald, you are so right that it does not feel like it should be November yet. This month always seems to sneak up on me! Despite the unseasonably warm weather (at least in NC), I always enjoy the opportunity this month brings us for thanking those who have served and those who we are personally grateful for. And you’re right, December will be…read more
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 8 months, 1 weeks ago72 Hours After Hrvatska
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers.
It’s been three days since I’ve arrived back home from Croatia.
I’m trying to get myself back into the normal swing of life, as I’m back to work today.
But as I step out on this cold morning here in NYC, I can’t help but miss where I’ve been. As my suntan still attests to today.
It was a magical ten day trip across the Atlantic, to the shores of the Adriatic Sea. Enough to make me forget that the trip didn’t get off to the best of starts, with a delayed departure out of NYC, a long line at passport control in Munich and missing my flight to Zagreb.
This trip is the one I take every year, joining an escorted tour group. Often, I do so as the only solo traveler on the bus and this time was no exception among 38 fellow travelers.
From Zagreb’s capital charm, to Split’s coastal wonder, Hvar’s serenity off the mainland and Dubrovnik’s independent streak, each place had it’s own distinctive identity. A new city every two days, with the opportunity of wanting to stick around in each place for longer than I did.
Then, there was the group itself. Everyone was so kind to me and willing to help me out given that my legs aren’t working as they should due to having cerebral palsy. And even, helping me fish one of my hiking sticks out of the Plitvice Lakes National Park waters.
There was our tour manager, Nikoleta. She took a bit of a liking to me, saying that I was an inspiration for traveling on my own given my difficulties. I wouldn’t call myself an inspiration, though. As I was in the midst of launching the paperback version of my first book of poems, “A Poetic Journey, Staying At Home”, I showed her my book and she was impressed with what I wrote. To the point that I read a poem during the farewell dinner last Friday night.
I had a great time in Croatia the last ten days. I miss everyone that I traveled with.
Who knows, maybe our paths will cross again someday.
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Lauren Brill shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 8 months, 2 weeks agoThis is why I believe in magic
LaurenDear Unsealers,
When I was a little girl, my grandfather bounced me on his knee and sang “Three Little Fishes” as I giggled through the song. All he ever wanted was for me to feel joy in life. He died when I was 13. It was my first experience with overwhelming grief, and I was devastated. I coped by leaning into the idea that my grandfather was watching over me and cheering me on in all my pursuits.
He used to tell me that the rain was good luck. So, whenever it rained during big moments of my life, I believed it was my grandfather signaling to me, “Don’t worry, I am here.” It rained at my high school graduation. It rained when I scored big goals in soccer. It rained when I interviewed for my dream job as a sports anchor. It poured the day I was offered that job, which happened to be my late grandfather’s birthday. It seemed like it was always raining on the most important days of my life, which only cemented my belief that my grandfather was watching out for me.
However, on November 30, 2022, it was a clear night in Miami — not a cloud in the sky. I decided to attend a networking event for people in Miami who work in technology. There, I made eye contact with this tall, handsome man. He started talking to me, and after telling him about my company, The Unsealed, he told me that he had founded an online company when he was younger. He said his site received 20,000 organic hits daily (that’s a lot). And so, I started asking many questions — it was rapid-fire, one after the other. At some point, he stopped me and said, “Do you want to continue this conversation over tacos?” And so, we left and ate Mexican street corn and tacos on a picnic table outside a restaurant that doubles as a speakeasy.
It didn’t take me long to realize that this man was kind, intelligent, classy, funny, and thoughtful. From that day forward, we started spending a lot of time together: dinners, events, and even weekend trips. As I opened up to him about my past and my pain, he listened closely. He asked questions, and he never judged me. One time, we were watching a movie, and I had a flashback from my sexual assault. I put the pillow over my head and asked him to change the channel quickly. He turned off the TV, and as my eyes started to well up with tears, he said, “Come here, let me hold you.” When I shared my fears and insecurities about building a company, he said, “Lauren, think of the ten smartest people you’ve ever encountered, and I promise you at least nine of them couldn’t do what you’ve done.” To this day, he always follows through when he makes a promise to me, whether it be a trip to a foreign place or to my favorite restaurant. From the beginning, he has known when I am happy, anxious, frustrated, or hungry — just by the look on my face — and has responded accordingly. He is so in tune with who I am and how I feel that it seems as though my peace is his priority.
Even so, early in our relationship, I was afraid to trust the authenticity of his love. I had been disappointed so many times in love and relationships, and I was on edge, just waiting for the shoe to drop — just waiting for something to go wrong. I couldn’t live in the moment as I was too afraid it would soon end. One night, he was on his computer while I was resting on his couch, and I randomly asked him what his name meant in his culture. He was in the middle of working and responded, “I don’t know — something with water.” So I googled it. His name translates as “the God of rain.”
In disbelief, that was the moment I began to let myself love and be loved. That was the moment I started to trust my partner and the universe. It was the reassurance I needed to know I was safe. About a year later, he proposed to me on the boardwalk at Disney World. We are getting married in a few months, and I am so excited. Falling in love has enriched my life and made the present moment so special, so much so that it has made me believe that magic exists in all of our lives.
For years, the rain was a way for me to stay connected to the joy my grandfather brought me, but now, it’s what allowed me to embrace the joy right before me.With immense hope and gratitude,
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A beautiful story! Many rainy days ahead are wished for you {{{{Lauren}}}}.
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Thank you so much <3
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Oh my heart! This might be the most beautiful love story I’ve ever heard. I’m so happy you found someone who is such a safe place for you. This is the new standard I want to teach my daughter!! One of my favorite songs is “Your Hideaway” by Josh Groban. If you haven’t heard it give it a listen ❤️
P.S. I love making playlists for people (music is…read more
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Thank you for sharing your truth Lauren. I find it so inspiring to acknowledge the magic in our lives. Hearing how others are touched only reinforces magic itself. e hā`ule ka ua i kou pu`uwai me ka ha`alele `ole
Is Hawaiian May the rain fall upon your heart without abandon-
@johnnybear thank you for reading! And thank you so much for the kind words. It truly means so much to me! <3 Lauren
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@alyssa I just went and listened to the song. I love it. Thank you so much for the kind words and for cheering on my joy. I love that you are teaching your daughter to set the bar high. Sendings hugs. <3 Lauren
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Oh my gosh! This made me cry it’s so sweet. I truly believe you will always have your grandfather watching over you and he found your fiance before you did! You are amazing and I’m so happy you are able to embrace that joy and trust. You deserve the world. Congratulations on the engagement. 💜💜
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Aww thank you so much. I believe that too and YOU ARE AMAZING. You are so filled with love and kindness and it makes me feel so happy! Thank you for being a light in this world and thanks for the congrats! <3 Lauren
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Lauren, I loved your story!!! It is a beautiful love story. I am so glad you get to experience that:) My daughter and I both was brought to tears of how sweet and wonderful that story was. I wish you blessings on blessings on your continuous life of love!!!
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Aww Charmaine! Thank you! You are so sweet! Thank you for reading my story and rooting on my happiness. It means so much to me! <3 Lauren
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Of Course! You are so welcome!!!
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This story gave me the sweetest happy tears and like the good warm goosebumps! I’m such a believer in signs from our loved ones on the other side ❤️ so beautiful! Congratulations and wishing you both a lifetime of happiness!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 8 months, 3 weeks agoWelcome, October
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the first day of October.
Where has the time gone?!
The leaves are falling off the trees and changing colors. There’s a bit of a chill in the air and the sun is setting earlier with each day that goes by.
By the end of this week, we’ll be less than ninety days away from ending 2024.
But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.As is customary, I’ve written a welcome for the new month…
A welcome to October
31 days ushering in the last quarter of 2024This month sees the first leg of the Poetic Journey come to fruition
As it’s no longer an idea on the wall
I can finally hold the book in my hands
Knowing that there’s more in storeA month where I cross the Atlantic
Hrvatska calls my name
To soak up the Adriatic over ten busy daysEven if there’s still hints of warmth
The leaves are changing as Autumn begins
Soon, the chill will add to the new seasonThere are no scaries to be found here
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opwriter submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 9 months agoTaking The First Step Forward
OswaldPerezDear Unsealers,
The moment that changed my life happened on a random Thursday in August of 2002. However, when it happened, I didn’t know my life would change.
But I’m getting ahead of myself here…
We have to go back to the summer of 2001.
I had a pair of surgeries on my right leg. This was the third round of surgery on my leg in an attempt to fix a deformity that had been with me since childhood. The most profound complication that having cerebral palsy brought into my life. Seven stitches and three pins in my middle toes. I was bedridden for most of the summer and at a shallow point. But I knew that I couldn’t give up on myself so easily.
Nine months of physical therapy would follow. Twice a week after school, I would travel to the Hospital For Special Surgery on the east side of Manhattan. It wasn’t easy, as my knee stiffened up in the process. In time, I would go from a wheelchair to a walker and a cane before ultimately ending up with a brace on my right leg.
On this particular Thursday, I went to visit with my surgeon. At the end of the appointment, he uttered these words: you can take the brace off.
I looked at him dumbfounded, and a bit terrified. I hadn’t taken a step forward without help in some time. But he wasn’t kidding, I could take the brace off my leg.
As I did, I took the first step forward. A beaming smile came across my face and so did it on the face of my mother. I took a few steps more after that.
All the memories of doctor’s appointments, orthopedics, and surgeries faded away. I could feel my self-esteem starting to come back after a lifetime of feeling terrible about myself with all the other complications.
With perfect timing too, as my senior year of high school was close at hand. I couldn’t wait to show everyone my leg without the brace there.
This was the moment when I was reborn.
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Oswald, this is a such a beautiful and inspirational story. I am sure that cerebral palsy caused you a lot of pain, physically and emotionally, but you seem to be stronger because of these challenges. I bet the feeling when you took the first steps without your brace is impossible to describe. Thank you for sharing your experiences. I admire your tenacity!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Magical Moments group 9 months, 1 weeks agoA Poetic Journey, Reborn
Oswald PerezDear Unsealsers,
As the second half of September is about to begin, it comes with a special announcement.
The paperback edition of my poetry book, “A Poetic Journey, Staying At Home” went live on Amazon earlier this week. It is being published by The Key Publishing House.
This isn’t the first life this book has had, though. I self-published it back in October 2020 as an e-book. It became my finishing project after completing the author and business coach Cathy Heller’s twelve-week program, Made To Do This. But as I stared at the poster that Canva made for me with the book’s cover art, I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted to have the feel of actually having the book in my hands.
As the proof copy of the book arrived on Wednesday, all I felt was joy. I couldn’t show it off to everyone and revel in the accomplishment.
These twenty-one poems were written in the spring of 2020. At the time, I was furloughed from my previous job at the peak of the COVID-19 pandemic. I had more time than I knew what to do with as I wouldn’t be back to work until July of that year.
On the advice of one of my Made To Do This colleagues, I gathered the poems for a crude manuscript to send to Bull City Press for their Inch magazine. I didn’t make it in, but I was inspired to see this book into the world.
Twenty-one poems. Running the gamut from coming to terms with my Cerebral Palsy (CP) to reliving Ecuador’s first gold medal in the Olympics (Oro) to an ode to a place that I loved to visit (Nissa La Bella).
This isn’t the only stop on the Poetic Journey. There is a follow-up in the works, A Poetic Summer. Within the next year or so, I hope to complete the master plan of four poetry books, based on the four seasons.
I know this letter was a shameless promotion, but I wanted to reach out to all my communities.
I feel a major sense of accomplishment that this has come to bear.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 2 weeks agoTry To Remember, This Kind of September
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
I hope that everyone’s having a wonderful Labor Day weekend.
As September begins, I can’t help but feel wistful as the summer season is fast coming to a close, especially after spending this weekend in both Newport and Providence, Rhode Island.
But the summer vibe is still strong as this new month begins.
Nine months have come; four months are left to go in this year.It may be a day late, but it’s never too late to welcome in a new month. As I do so here…
Try to remember, this kind of September
30 new days are here to stayA month of transition
As the last days of summer glisten
With a chill in the early morning air
Autumn is waiting to be welcomed inFrom Newport’s idyllic shores to NYC’s towering skies
All of the possibilities exist
The days are yearning to be filled with joyAs the BER months begin
There are 120 days or so, left in 2024One pauses to wonder….
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Oswald, I am also wondering where all the months have gone this year! Personally, I love September. I love how you can just see a glimmer of the autumn that is to come. I think fall is the most comforting season of the year and I can’t wait to bring it in. Thank you for sharing!
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db-cooper submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 9 months, 3 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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shelle-belle submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about a dream (or goal) that came true 10 months agoInsomnia Unsealed 💜
ShelleIt’s been a while, I am a bit rusty at this. Please forgive the errors and step into my shoes for the moment.
I’m an insomniac. I have been, for most of my life. I never understood quite what caused it, but it stated in my early childhood. It started and stemmed from Fear.
Most of the time, it starts out with tossing, and turning, thoughts in my head running out of control until I can no longer stand the pace in which they are going. I roll, and I roll, toss, and turn, then I grab my phone, and I scroll.
As I scroll through the many stories, posts, and automatic ads, I see all of the beautiful people, living their beautiful lives, the screen before me stops at a writing contest.
A writing community, by the name of theunsealed. For the moment, my eyes ached and burned, I wanted to turn away, instead, I hit that button.
That button, was the very button, that led me to the greatest group of people and jumpstarted my healing journey through writing. Clicking that button, was the start of my dreams coming true. The minute that she responded to my question.
I didn’t think that I would ever become a published author, and often felt that I had let my Grandmother down. I had given up on writing in 2009 for personal reasons. In that moment, there was a spark of hope.
Negative thoughts often come with the package of insomnia. My dreams always seemed so far out of reach. I had been struggling with my past trauma, and in an instant, I was able to organize the jumbles of letters together into a beautiful story. Each of them, became my truth, my story, my power. My dreams coming true.
Each of the 5 books that I have been published in will tell my story. In poetic sadness, and in hope. Each of my entries came from my heart, and my insomnia Unsealed.
It’s a blessing and a gift. To read my words on paper. To receive the email that my entry has been chosen to move on. That everyone, is how my dreams came true! My heart will forever be filled with gratitude for all of you.
Keep writing beautiful ones. Keep writing.Voting is closed
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Shelle, I am so sorry for what happened to you. I can’t even imagine how hard the insomnia must have made your life. I am glad, though, that you have found happiness in the Unsealed community. There are always people here for you, willing to listen and relate to what you have to say. Keep up the great work, we love you ♥
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Thank you friend! I truly appreciate you reading and commenting on my first piece that I have written in a while. You have great compassion in your words of encouragement. You are appreciated.
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Aww, thank you, Michelle. How nice of you. I can’t wait to hear more writing of yours!!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoWelcome, August
Oswald PerezDear, Unsealers:
The first day of August is heading into the evening hours.
Eight months into 2024?! Time’s picking up speed as the days move along.
As I tend to do at the first or so of every month, I write a poem to welcome in the new month. The dog days of summer are here…
A welcome to the month of August
31 new days in the heart of summerFor the dog days are here
Where it feels like one day morphs into the nextAlthough the calendar is blank
There’s still reason to look forwardFrom the tail end of the Olympics
To the Premier League’s return and the US Open’s first serve
With plenty of room for so much more to be doneWhen August ends
All roads will lead to a long weekend getaway
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 10 months, 3 weeks agoBienvenue aux XXXIIIe Jeux Olympiques!
OSwald PerezDear Unsealers,
Bonjour from New York City!
As I type this post, the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games is on my screen. After an already busy summer of sport due to UEFA’s Euro 2024 and the Copa America, the main event of the summer has finally arrived.
Seeing the athletes floating along the River Seine is making me nostalgic for the City of Lights. I can’t wait to see the competition to come and all the shots of the city in the next two weeks.
As I tend to do, I wrote a poem to welcome in this event, one that only comes once every four years. Let the games begin!
As the athletes of the world gather in Paris
To open the games of the XXXIII OlympiadHere’s to the next sixteen days
After the cauldron is dramatically litAll the stories that will be told
The drama the competitions will bring
With the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat coming full circleFrom La Tour Eiffel, crossing the globe to the waves of Tahiti
Visions of France in all it’s splendorCasting the cynicism of the world aside
For the ideals of sportsmanship that Mr. de Coubertin appealedIn the distance, the Olympic Fanfare is here
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db-cooper submitted a contest entry to
Write a letter or poem to your younger self sharing what you love most about him/her 11 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 11 months, 2 weeks agoWelcome, July!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the 4th of July!
A Happy Independence Day to those who are celebrating today. I hope that all of you have a safe and enjoyable holiday.This poem is three days late, my welcome to July.
I don’t know why I forgot to post this on Monday. But Lauren’s reminder of the latest writing contest ending reminded me to post the poem.I just wanted to let you know that without further adieu…
Welcome, July!
Six months have gone by, six new months are hereAmid summer’s low and slow grind
The days are ripe for possibilityA month of celebration
From the Great White North, sea to shining sea and Allons enfant de la Patrie
Champions crowned in Berlin, Miami, London and Nice
Before the athletes of the world take center stage in ParisWho knows where this month will go
Not even I know how the days will flowI’m sure of one thing, though…
As sure as the summer’s changeable skies
And the flowers blooming all aroundThe next thirty-one days will fly by
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Write a letter or poem to or about a loved one who passed away and share how they inspire you 11 months, 3 weeks agoDear God, it’s me, Janet
Janet JoshuaDear God,
It’s internally overwhelming dealing with death. It’s like going out to dinner with 7 people at a table. You’re all aughing, smiling, enjoying that meal because it’s filled with love and it’s seasoned well. Your meal is over and it’s time to go back home, but then one of you don’t get back in the car. Your family is in the car and you watch the other family member stand outside the car. You wave to them and you become sad. It’s now 6 of you in the car driving back home in silence and confusion. You have to put that key in the door, open it and go up to that room where that person is no longer coming home to get in that bed. “Is this real?”
Reality hits and now you are sad. You’re crying, hyperventilating, and your brain is racing. You ask yourself “What just happened?” “Wait, wait, did I just leave my loved one at the restaurant and watch them walk off into the fog? “Maybe, I was dreaming?” You realized that you’re not. “Are they ever coming back?” “Who told tthem to go off into the fog like that?” You grab your phone to call them and hope they will pick up. RING…. RING….RING.. RING…
You hear something, as if someone picked up… “You have reached the voicemail of Pablo Joshua, please leave a message after the tone” “Dad, dad, are you there?” …BEEEEP…….. “Dad, please pick up, it’s me, Janet”. “Dad, can you hear me?” Then……Cancer, he answers. “No, your father is not here anymore, but you can speak to him at anytime”……silence…… more silence… more hyperventilating…..more heartache.. tears fall profusively…
“Hello, cancer, you really took him? Cancer, you son of a bitch! “
You really took him away from me, away from all of us??”…Who invited you into our lives?”.
You grab your chest because you can’t breathe. You even think, “maybe I should go back to that restaurant and join him in the fog”.
No, you can’t do that!
Its’s morning. I hear calypso music playing. The sun is up. I just don’t smell Johnny Cakes. I wish I did.
My dad is in my house and I see him everyday. I hear his voice, his fingers snapping, and his feet tapping to Hall & Oates.
(Music playing…lyrics are in tune)….
“You’re a rich girl, and you’ve gone too far
cause you know it don’t matter anyway…
You can rely on the old man’s money..
You can rely on the old man’s money..”I walk down my steps and I see him. I smile. “Look at him, having a ball”, feeling the music in his soul. His eyes are closed and he is smiling. I see it. Look, at him. It’s my youngest son. His face is just like his. His soul is just like his. It’s beautiful to see. He’s my fathers twin.
I go down another flight of stairs and look at my dad, laughing and talking on the phone. Its my dads laugh so distinctively. It’s my oldest son. He’s my dads other twin.
I’m out at a restaurant and it’s music playing. I hear my dad speaking and playing his favorite tunes. I stop short, look up and smile. It’s him. There he is, being an amazing DJ that he loves to be. The voice on the mic and that’s Pablo’s voice. It’s, my brothers voice. He is such a great DJ, just like my dad. He makes his sets and send them out to people so they can enjoy and feel the love for music just like he taught us.
Wait! Just wait a minute, look at my dad out there on the dance floor. He loves two stepping to the music. I hear Anita Baker, Kenny G, and calypso king, Arrow. You can tell he feels the music with every step he takes. It’s My little brother and he is out dancing and smiling on the dance floor, just like my dad.
I hear sports playing, it’s loud. I use to wish he would turn that down. I hear the commentary. He’s watching sports. and now he’s broadcasting live from the station. Who would have thought that Dad? I know you are so proud of your baby boy. My youngest brother is the sportscaster. He is my dads other twin.
I see and hear my dad all the time. I’m blessed. I’m grateful. He lives in me everyday, he lives in my sons and my brothers.
God, my father taught me all about music.
He lived and breathed music. All genres!What more could I ask for? God, his spirit is never leaving my house. You were right. I want to thank you God. I want to thank you for taking my dad and putting his soul at peace. As much as I said, I wish he was here for this or that… he is., and he multiplied.
Thank you!
Love Tiny!P.S., please let my dad know, that I miss him and his legacy of music and sports will live on forever.
Wait, I can just tell him myself.
Good night!Rest in peace to my dad, Pablo E Joshua 1/25/48 to 4/16/18
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Janet, I am so sorry for your loss. Losing someone in that way can be so challenging to cope with. Your dad loved you so much and will always be with you!! The little things you said like sports and music will be there to remind you of his presence. I am so glad you worked through this hard time and have become a better person because of it.
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Thank you so much Harper. I really appreciate your feedback. Loosing someone changes you internally and externally. Music is my life because of my dad. My son wants to produce music because he loves it like my dad. I love to see the joy in the music that my sons and my brothers have. It brings’ me joy. Thanks for reading.
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Aww, Janet, I am so sorry for your loss. The way you describe your grief at the top of the piece is so powerful and heart-wrenching.I am sorry for the loss of your dad. I always noticed – especially at our open mic – how you included music in your poetry. Now I understand why! You definitely have your dad in you. Sending hugs. Thanks for sharing!…read more
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Thank you so much Lauren. I was trying to paint the picture of what I was actually seeing in my mind and feeling. Thank you so much for this outlet!
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Cancer is a son of a bitch it took my mom as well. I love how you expressed the connection of seeing your dad in your sons and brothers; Your dad’s legacy will definitely live on may he continue to rest in peace!
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Thank you so much. That means a lot. I’m sorry for the loss of your mom. Need t-shirts that say eff cancer.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 12 months agoOn The First Day Of Summer
Oswald PerezDear, Unsealers:
Today is the first day of summer, the longest day of the year.
Though the summer solstice won’t be official until 4:50 PM this afternoon, the season has already made it’s presence felt in the midst of a heatwave.
Though, there’s plenty more to the season than the heat and humidity. This is a time of year to soak up everything that the late sunsets have to offer.
As is my wont to do, I wrote a welcome to the new season coming up.
When the summer solstice dawns
The seasons change againWith it, the longest day of the year
As the sun sets past 8pmHazy days, sultry nights
A time of year where time slows downFrom mid June to mid September
The world’s come to life
From the streets, sands and seasSoaking up the warm rays of light
As one does
When earth is closest to the sunWelcome summer and your mercurial ways
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 years agoHappy Father's Day!
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
It’s the third Sunday in June. The month’s going by fast, isn’t it?
With today being Father’s Day, I wrote a poem to mark the occasion. And provided a family portrait from my sister’s college graduation to go with it. I hope everyone’s having a wonderful Sunday.
Without further ado…
On the third Sunday of June
A celebration of fathers
Fathers, fathers to be, grandfathers, uncles and all fatherly figuresWith all the love to those that find this difficult to celebrate
For the father figures no longer with usHere’s to the strength and wisdom
Brought in every conversation and actionTo the love and joy in each moment
May they be honored and cherishedTo my dad and all the dad’s everywhere
I wish all of you…A Happy Father’s Day!
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 years agoWelcome, The Month of June!
OswaldPerezDear Unsealers,
It’s June 1st. It seems crazy to think that six months of 2024 have gone by. Though the summer doesn’t officially begin until later this month, the season feels like it’s in the air today.
As is the case with every month of the year so far, I wrote a welcome note for June.
Welcome to June!
30 new days are here
Closing out the first half of this yearThe month is a bridge between seasons
Starting in spring, and ending in summer
Filled with celebrations of pride and fatherly figuresDays are getting longer, then they start to get shorter
The pace of life begins to slow down
As warmth moves in, we’re all hanging outdoorsWhen you wonder aloud….
How did we get here?! It was winter five minutes ago
And spring moved by in the blink of the eyeThe calendar is blank once again
Ready and waiting for new memories to be made
Sitting and watching the waves roll on by -
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Poetry group 1 years, 1 months agoMother's Day
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers:
It’s the second Sunday in May.
I wanted to wish all the mothers in this group and Lauren’s mom too, a Happy Mother’s Day!
I’ve written a poem to mark the occasion:
The second Sunday in May
A day to honor all the motherly figures in our livesMothers, aunts, grandmothers, mothers to be
To cherish them for all they do
To hold their memories in our hearts
More than these words can possibly sayMothers are the backbone of the world
This fact needs to be repeated
Today, tomorrow and every dayWith all the love if this day is too difficult
All the comfort and joy aboundFrom me to you, I wish all of you
A Happy Mother’s Day! -
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Write a letter or poem to your younger self about why he or she shouldn’t worry about the future 1 years, 1 months agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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Write A Poem About Where And When You Feel Most At Peace 1 years, 1 months agoLatte's & Monday's Don't Bring Me Down
Oswald PerezDear Unsealers,
This is my answer to the question in the challenge…
When and where do I feel most at peace?
As the sun rises over the Canyon of Heroes
It’s the start of the work weekBut before I arrive at the office
There’s something that I need to do
The Monday morning ritualAs I take my seat in the cafe at 4 Liberty Street
I see the heart in my Matcha LatteAt the first sip, the world stands still
Only the daylight can be seenNone of the world’s troubles matter
With each extra sip, I feel warmed blissWhen the bottom of the cup is reached
I can take on the slings and arrows of the dayVoting is closed
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Aw, this is such a cute little poem. I love how you took a seemingly mundane task and filled it with beauty and emotion. I love that you can find peace in something so small 🙂 That takes a special skill that only the most resilient have. Thank you for sharing!
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