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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 8 months, 1 weeks agoRerouted attitude from a friendly paragraph...
Timbonics' 101In a sober group on Facebook-
My friend Lynn had to say,
From a good report God gave…
“The Lord closed your last chapter,
He knew you deserved a better life.
Things happen for a good reason,
Never look back at that chapter,
It’s closed and should always remain closed.
Keep moving forward.
Your future will be fantastic!!!
God Bless”
Again this makes me cry inside,
Knowing people cared,
When all’s I did was hide.
But she’s right and I believe in her-
Words of wisdom for sure do merge…
My direction too where I’m going,
So much love from and for others-
God is surely showing!
My past is gone and the door is closed,
And thanks to her I’ll open it no more!
Creative excitement doing the right thing..
And the only indictment is to live great dreams!
Of course the good Lord is making life better-
For He cut the cords of my chains and feathers!
God gave so much in Bible, Church, and Prayer-
And His great recovery with you I will share!
A wife, a family, and a living society
God had all along, because He always loved me!
Jesus is the door of life and faith He gave is key!
For life is so beautiful, and almost too good to believe!
Therapy even to the young child within,
This mortal body who thought he’d never win!
But He’s made me a winner, and He’s made me free…
Breakfast at his table, lunch, and dinner He feeds!
He lets me go about and do good works…
Sharing with others that have doubt because of pain and hurt!
I get to go to jail and walk right back out,
Telling them of the God who cannot fail, so they can find His route!
I get to go to juvenile and teach them teens how-
To live this life before death bites, and they can see no way around!
Around the Bends that life throws at them-
They can walk straight through- on the path that mends…
Mercy and Truth leading all the straight way,
By God and for you-to see the light of day!
The same Light that guides, leading freedom-forgiving hearts…
To walk right alongside of great living and new starts!!!
… Friends and brethren, mothers, and fathers-and yes of course sisters too…
Go with the light of the right examples…
That God has shown them the way through!
And Yes, God- is Always with you!!!Voting is closed
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I love the positivity in this poem! You are so right that God is always with us, even when we feel less-than-deserving of his love. There are times in my life when I feel hopeless, but when I give it to God everything seems lighter. God’s love is truly the answer to all our problems. Thank you for sharing…I needed to read this today!
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Thank you Emmy so much 🌹 I promise all of you beautiful people make me cry all the time because of your appreciation. Happy tears sad tears confused tears sympathetic tears etc but they’re all true tears. My dad used to say tears wash the windows of the soul, I suppose he may have been right. So Emmy thank you for helping me clean my soul it…read more
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Sarel Hines shared a letter in the
Race and Diversity group 8 months, 1 weeks agoCage of Life Where Our Lives Matter
S. B. HinesCaged
The Ancestral Forge
In the crucible of history, our ancestors toiled, their sweat and blood melding the earth, forging a land where dreams and nightmares entwined, where freedom’s fire flickered, yet shadows loomed.
They built with hands scarred by the lash, their backs bent under the weight of injustice, yet their spirits soared, defiant and unyielding, for they knew the cost of silence was too high.
Echoes of Chains
Generations passed, but the chains remained, not of iron, but of prejudice and fear, The legacy of bondage etched into our souls, as we tread the same soil our forebears bled upon.
“N***,” they spat, a venomous echo, A word that seared like branding irons, yet we rose, our voices a chorus of defiance, Demanding recognition, dignity, and change.
The Battle Within
We fight not with muskets or bayonets, but with words, with ballots, with resilience, our bodies still battlegrounds, bullets flying, silenced for speaking truth to power.
False accusations pierce our hearts, yet we stand, unyielding, unbroken, for survival is our birthright, our legacy, and we will not be erased.
Tears of the mothers
Mothers weep for sons lost to the void, Black holes masquerading as protectors, their uniforms stained with our blood, their oaths forgotten in the heat of hatred.
When will it end? When freedom’s song Rings louder than the gunfire, the sirens, when we pledge allegiance not to cloth and color, But to justice, compassion, and shared humanity.
The Fifth Amendment’s Whisper
Our minds, forever pleading the Fifth, Silent witnesses to centuries of struggle, yet within that silence lies our strength, The power to reshape the narrative, to break free.
So let us write a new chapter, inked in hope, where cages crumble, and freedom soars, Where the echoes of our ancestors guide us, And the scars become constellations of resilience. -
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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londonpoetenane submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem (or letter) about a turning point in your life 8 months, 1 weeks agoDEATH OF THE QUEEN, OFF WITH YOUR HEAD
London Poet EnaneThe pandemic hit
I quit
All went south
Forever broken, I frown
Should have believed her
Setting the featuresYour what drove her
I thought it was over
I gave up on trying
Day after day I lie here dying
This is my life
Just give me the knife
Trapped in a loup
Someone remove this Damn Hula HoopWe move and move and moved again
Oh God, please tell me when
Strapped
I find myself trapped
Her world stolen
Lifeless in motion
Ripped from the streets
I will not be beatI run and hide
This is no fun, she cried
Locked up
Corrupt
Confined
Is this what you had in mind
Stories over, the end
My life, where I shall spendNever getting out
My veins a drought
Sweet and naive
Kidnapped, I believe
What right do you have
Attacked
Soon you will feel the impactThis insane world
Flipped and swirled
Pinned down
Should have never moved to this Godforsaken TownMother
I will not suffer
I will not die here with you
I know the truth
Forgotten
We shall not be in here rotting
Left behind
This is not what I designed
Unfound
I will rise from underground
Not a sound
Silence
My guidance
A protector
I Am Now the DirectorI will scream and shout
Whale my hands and feet about
Bring the world down with me
Open your eyes you shall see
For you will pay too
Your time is due
I will show you well
Oh boy am I gonna tellWho knew
The me that was me
I will forever be
This clock has awakened
Tick Tock Taken
My innocence
I am Magnificent
I will not bow
This is not allowed
My future scene
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London, I love this. Control is everything and when we lose it, it can be terrifying. I am glad that you regained the strength and control you felt was gone. I love that you said, “I Am Now The Director.” You have the power to achieve anything you put your mind to! You are confident and brave and you can do anything!!
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Thank you for your kindness and thoughtfulness! Much appreciated!
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I am glad you have risen and you see that you are Queen! Keep shining, London. <3 Lauren
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Thank you, will do! Only uphill battles left in my story!!
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Sofia Grace shared a letter in the
Poetry group 8 months, 2 weeks agoJoy
SofíaI’m full of joy
Grace and poise
Giving thanks to source, it’s all a choiceNot worried bout where the grass is greener
I water my own, keep a cool demeanor
Loving and kind I give and receive
Elegance and grace, become the beliefBeauty surrounds, from within so without
You’re gonna be great, without a doubt
Enjoying the peace that’s cultivated
All the fears evaporated
Becoming all that’s meant to be
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Sofia! This is beautiful! I feel less anxious and more at ease just reading it. I especially love this part, “Not worried bout where the grass is greener
I water my own, keep a cool demeanor.”Super creative and also a great attitude! Thank you for sharing and thank you for being part of The Unsealed. I am going to ad this to today’s newsletter.…read more
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Gerald Washington shared a letter in the
Current Events group 8 months, 3 weeks agoMs. Burgess
Dear Janice Burgess,
I hope this letter finds its way to you in heaven. I meant to release these words months ago, but events during the summer made me lose sight of them until today. So, please forgive my lateness.Since you passed away in March, several talented people have also left this earth, such as Rico Wade, James Earl Jones, Maggie Smith, Dikembe Mutombo, and, recently, John Amos.
It saddened me that it wasn’t until the news of your passing that I learned that you were the one who created the cute cartoon show The Backyardigans.
I was entering my 20s and living with my oldest sister and niece in Maryland when I discovered your show. My niece and I enjoyed another kid’s show called The Wonder Pets. It took a little while for me to get into that show, but once I did, I wanted it to the point where I believed I enjoyed it as much as my niece did.
It was a blast watching the three main characters in The Wonder Pets have adventures and talk to other animals in their world.
Once I was eager to watch The Wonder Pets, I noticed your show, The Backyardigans, would come on before The Pets. It looked interesting, but I wondered if I would like it as much as The Wonder Pets. I’m so glad I was wrong about that.
Slowly but surely, my niece and I would start watching The Backyardigans as much as The Wonder Pets.
Listening to the theme song of The Backyardigans was always a great way to start the day when I was babysitting my niece. It was also fun to see what the main characters were up to in the episodes we watched together.Watching my niece light up when your show and The Wonder Pets came on TV made me light up. I saw how happy you made her. She’s 16 now , which is mind-blowing to me. But I’ll never forget those times I had with her watching your show and The Wonder Pets early in the morning.
So thank you, Ms. Burgess, for creating a show that gave me memories with my niece and all the other work you’ve done. Just from looking at some of your photos online, you looked like a sweet person who gave other people joy.
Rest in power.Sincerely,
Gerald-
Gerald, this is so sweet. I am glad that you have so many great memories with your niece and that you two have bonded over something like this. The Backyardigans may be a kid’s show, but it will connect you and your niece forever!! Great work, I’m sure Janice would have loved to read this.
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Thank you kindly, Harper. I appreciate it Ah yes, those times with my niece watching kids shows like The Backyardians and The Wonder Pets are wonderful memories. . I believe Janice would have loved to read this letter also. 😀
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poeticaddiction_365 submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 8 months, 3 weeks agoNo Longer Please
Tracy BarnesLife has a funny way of showing you
That everything your family told you growing up
Is mostly true
Our stubbornness
Our hesitation
Our lack of paying attention
Often has us wondering
Once we get older
That the words we once heard
Now echo
As they become clearer
“You can’t please everybody”
Even when I try
I often only end up hurting myself
As a people pleaser
You fail at balancing
The very moment you don’t say yes
You are painted as such a bad person
No is definitely a part of the dictionary
But when you are so used to not saying it
It crushes someone’s spirit
Yet it feels so good
I am free to say no and not feel guilty
Not feel ashamed
Not feel the need to explain
It took a long time to get here
I’m not looking back
I deserve to own my decisions
I choose to not live with regret
I have self respect
How can I please everyone without suffering?
Simple
I can’t
I choose me
And if you can’t understand that
You are not meant to be in my life
Sorry if this offends anyone
But I’m taking my power back
I choose me first
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I am a people pleaser learning how to say no without guilt so this piece was very inspiring to me. Thank you for writing it💜
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Courtney thank you for reading glad this piece inspired you 🤗 Learning to say no and not feel guilty is the best feeling in the world (that means you have control and have established boundaries)!
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I am a regular apologizer; I say sorry all the time even when it is not necessary. The first step is to love yourself and your existence. The first time I didn’t apologize excessively, I felt that terrified, yet powerful tingle. I will not apologize for being here and being myself!
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Addendum: Working on yourself is really hard and you need to give yourself the grace to make mistakes. I often get mad at myself for over apologizing which is ironic because I am willing to forgive and give grace to others but not myself. The work is hard but it is worth it.
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Julia so well said self love is very important when we work on ourselves we set the necessary boundaries and are more at peace; I love that you have taken accountability. I agree that “the work is hard but it is worth it.”
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keyraw submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 8 months, 3 weeks agoJust Do It
Kevya SimsI breathe in anxiety.
I breathe out peace.
I hide from society.
I have no release.
My feet halts in its tracks
Because confidence I lack.
My belief system is faulty,
I don’t belong in this party.
I open my voice to speak,
But suddenly my words become meek.
They lodge in my throat;
This pain that I tote;
My voice is gone
And I can’t go on.
My non-belief inflicts pain,
And my anxiety drives me insane.
I breathe in doubt.
I breathe out peace.
I scream and shout.
I have no release.
Succeeding is my desire
Writing is my fire.
Though sometimes I get stuck
Because I feel like no one gives a f**k.
It’s hard to believe in me,
When nonchalance is all I see.
“Why you wanna do that?”
They say as we chat.
No uplifting words for me;
Then wants my money for free.
Their words is invading,
Scared my goals will begin fading.
I am held hostage in my mind
And it’s all because of my family line.
So on bended knee I pray,
To believe in myself today.
As I weep and I sit
A voice says Just Do It.Voting is closed
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Sometimes life can really push you to your limits; I love how clear and concise your motto is. Keep writing!
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The system sucks and can consume you even when you try so hard to escape. This is the mindset we all need to adopt. We need to do and fight more to make the world a better place. It is hard to believe that we will progress when it feels like we keep moving backwards but we will move forward. We will succeed.
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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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roses submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 8 months, 3 weeks agoNicky
RosesIf beautiful was printed from a negative it would be the silhouette of a rose
Because roses are sculpted from the hands of immorality
Breathed from the marble no one saw as a flower
Every petal flaunts the gorgeous of galaxies
Positively Divine
The eyes of roses are ocean deep and sky blue
They see life the way we’re supposed to live
Balanced in duality, Life and Death
A marriage with as many anniversaries as time
The two need to become one so fear may bloom into confidence
A rose might be one of the few things to achieve perfection on earth the way its attraction reflects the heavens
The way it’s smile ages like the innocence of a child until its aroma becomes the wine from 35′
The way it freezes death into a Picasso Dali Esque piece of painted poetry
A rose understands the heartbeat of death and the silence of life in humility
That’s why they are used during and after life
Have you ever seen such grace command hell ?
Roses make the marble soft, the concrete cry, and anxiety strong
And that is why I say, “you remind me of a rose, an absolute rose.” (Daisy Buchanan)
You are and can be everything you want to achieve
p.s. it’s never too late to sculpt your rose…This quote from The Great Gatsby has inspired me since my high school years. As a passionate admirer of flowers, particularly roses, I aspire to embody the metaphor of sculpting my rose from concrete. Life presents various challenges, and I have faced significant mental health hurdles along the way. However, this quote serves as a powerful reminder to embrace the strength that can emerge from pain and success. I am committed to personal growth and believe in my capacity to improve each day. That is what I wish to communicate in this poem and inspire others on their own journey.
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As an English teacher, I love The Great Gatsby. It is too bad that none of the characters (other than Gatbsy, in my opinion) were particularly “rosy” themselves. You are so right that you can achieve what you set your mind to with determination, grit, and commitment. Roses are so much more beautiful when they push through concrete. Thank you for…read more
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Yes, life is less about finding happiness but more about pushing the boundaries to discover gratitude within the places you wouldn’t have looked. Thank you for taking time to read this piece!
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 8 months, 3 weeks agoA word picture of my soul...
Timbonics' 101To start at the top from the beginning
My plan was to drop myself from this living
Moving over to the left you’ll see
The pot I grew and smoked at need
Moving down will sum up the whole page
Cuz this life sux so I found rage
Up to the left is 3 empty bottles of Jack
And with one left to go you know trouble will attack
And if you drink all of this bourbon
A migraine I think is what you’ll be burning
Up in the corner with the Marlboro cigarettes
Is a tipped bottle of vodka I’ll never forget
Cuz every morning on the way to school
With coffee and vodka I’d try to be cool
Manson up there to sing about the drugs
With heroin to share my two-timed love
And a Zippo I always collected
To cook on a spoon what I injected
AC/DC is music to my ears
And Budweiser is the king of beers
And if these beers are in your fridge
Then there is a killer in the kitchen in which you live
The cigarette butt shows the most
Of how the cigarettes I smoke are gross
With Rolling Rock beer and kinky games to play
And a bottle of crown Royal I’m King of the day
The long line of beautiful Fame
Are women goddesses who make me want to change
The colorful square of cartoons down there
Is it made up fantasy so life ain’t so bear
The clown is me the poem is mine
Jail is my box and life is my time
And the poem says: “Clown in a box”
(This clown broke down cornered in his room
Inside he found no escape from his Doom
He loves his clown inside the box
Let’s shoved back down under pressure and a lock
Cuz he alone is much the same
In his empty home he goes insane
But what’s not the same as the Jack in the box
Is that he feels pain from life’s hard knocks
And we all know when life has him down
Because he won’t show the true face of a real clown
It’s no big deal because life is a joke
But his pain is real and his heart is broke
Now over time his tears are dry
Through all the years he’s had to cry
So no longer can this clown show any pain
From the box he has found only himself to blame.)
The Harley-Davidson will be my next bike
It’s been a dream my entire life
The beautiful cheeks you see from the back
Represents the only good crack
As I saw the beautiful ass
My jaw dropped down and unwinded fast
America is the land of the free
But sex drugs and rock and roll is what it is to me
When you enter the center I’m a monster inside
A suffering rebel poet freak with no place to hide
The Christmas holiday is my worst
And Pantera will always be first
The watch on the side is there to remind
It’s time to change and not rewind
And with an Irish blessing added to the list
Art doesn’t get any more modern than this.I wrote this at Correctional Treatment Facility in the year 2000, Toledo Ohio
Drawing on top done by: Julia Speedy
http://www.julialovestomakeart.com-
Timothy, your life sounds like it has been crazy! Throughout all that you have been through, you have maintained such a kind heart and stayed true to yourself. I admire that. You are so strong and I always enjoy reading your poems. Keep it up ♥
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Harper V,
Thank you so much, it is because of you and people like you that I keep on going. Keep being who you are, God did a great work on you ❤️❤️🩹❤️
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 8 months, 4 weeks agoBy 2 quotes I live...
Timbonics' 101First is first- as Jesus says:
“Come unto me, and ye shall find rest”!
Also saying, “The Truth makes free”…
This jailbird found his heavenly wings!
Also many blind are now made to see!Made is not forceful-Made=Cause,
Because of the great goodness of Him-
We are compelled to keep his laws…
Even if it’s alone it’s perfect for this Tim!Because the law is Love, I can trust that,
Grace from above to all of us Street Rats!
He sent, He lives, always did exist-
The self-sufficient King,
In need of nothing on his list…
Except you! He carries in hand,
You’re his priceless Jewel –
Please understand.
He gave His life for you to live,
Eternity passed all, please come to Him 🙏Be pure and be true
To this God- man who made,
I know it sounds cruel-
But by His blood we’re saved!!!
For all eternity He changes not His mind,
You were on top of His every thought-
When death closed His eyes…But only for 3 days,
He walked right out of the tomb,
In hell he made his bed-
Like a weekend hotel room.
Yes he suffered God’s wrath…
And he suffered for you!Again you are all this King of kings need,
Take him at his Word
Your restful soul is guaranteed!
He prepares for you a special custom place
Fitting you so well just let it be,
Perfect beauty placed in heaven’s seat!Nothing in our hands-
Everything He gives,
Come to His Fountain of Life…
And buy these 2 quotes live!!!9-25-24
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Timothy, your poems always impress me, and you have improved so much as a writer! I love this poem because it shows how much Jesus has touched you, and all of these things you have realized have allowed you to improve your mind and your life. I am so happy for how far you have come. Keep up the great work!
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Harper V,
Thank you so much for all of your encouragement you always give me! I appreciate it so much and it’s one of the big reasons why I keep going on.
You have a wonderful way with words of encouragement, that’s probably one of your many gifts. God is so amazing in my life actually He’s amazing in everybody’s life we just don’t always…read more
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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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carolyn-jean shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 1 weeks agoGlassy Eye Soliloquy
Carolyn coxI think I’m the prettiest when I am crying
When a flow of words
Isn’t enough to describe
What overwhelming emotion
Is occupying my heart
A flow of water
Out of my honey colored eyes
Writes a beautiful soliloquyWith dark and dampened eyelashes
And wet rosy cheeks
I can say so many beautiful words
With only the drops of liquid glass
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Wow, Carolyn, what a beautiful poem. Crying is often seen as a weakness, but I see it as a release. We all need to cry sometimes and I am glad that you have embraced it.
Your eye color is gorgeous by the way!! ☺♥
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That’s a beautiful way to think of crying. And you have gorgeous golden eyes 😍
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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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cynthia_m_moore submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem a letter about quote or motto that inspires you 9 months, 2 weeks agoThis post is viewable by the Unsealed community only.
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freeindeed-biblegmail-com submitted a contest entry to
If you could send 1 message you’ve learned to every person in the world, what would it be? 9 months, 2 weeks agoSpecial Note:
Here is a message I would face death for-
If I could deliver it to an open-minded world.
Whereas Christ came to save sinners like me,
Of whom I beg to differ-that myself is the chief.
Four times Gospel=Good News
A spiritual hospital for souls with the blues!
Exciting, Vibrant, Exploding Truth for you…
No matter who you are-it applies to you!
He tells us how to be safe, to be free!
Jesus’ own words, “Come follow me”.
heavy loads made light-shining in the dark of night,
He has the same path for all-come to His Grace for Life!
Telling Perfect Truth from beginning to end,
Though there’s no such with Him-He is eternal Friend!
Let Him, let Him, let Him
Remove doubt, strife, and fear of things-
With Him you can/will be happy to win,
Watch Him fulfill your every dream!
May take some time-Relationships grow,
He (Jesus) is the Perfect One to know!
And knowing Him is Perfect Peace,
Not knowing Him is no Peace at all-
Because He is the Prince of Peace to all!
Never can any take His place-
Come for Salvation, where all our wrongs are erased!
…Yes-Jesus saves!
I’ve learned a 45 year lesson,
At Camp Neosa as a kid,
But I was a mad kid-
I’ll bury my treasure in the ground, said I…
Could not this message that I hid-even give a try?
It is Perfect-will not trespass any,
And those who find it are not many.
So share we will-the Living Water spill…
Into the souls-so thirsty drought-
Sharing saving faith-to receptive hearts on route!Then never can the dark prevail!
God Bless you!!!
9-3-24
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Timothy, you have improved so much as a writer throughout the poems of yours that I have read. You are doing an incredible job, keep it up! Jesus can save us from so many things. I am so glad he has walked with you throughout your journey through life and that you have become so connected to him. Great message ♥
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I would not be able to advance in writing at all if it were not for your thanks and appreciation it means a whole lot ✍️ to me ❤️🩹
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Timothy T. Willett shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 2 weeks agoUnseal the Appreciation:
My poem has read, last in line…
“I have no worth in mine own eye”.
Weather burned me-early age to start,
Cannot I see the lie of this part?
…And even think to give love a try
Before bitter I sink to death and die?
For if I have not to respect myself,
How can I ever comfort anyone else?
No matter the cause-No matter the reason
I need not to know-Just believe new season!
Have not I to grow 45 years old?
For that is what turned me 2 days ago…
If 40 years old I was at age 12,
Then where now alive am I on the shelf?
Need not to know that either-Rather good to exist…
Regardless of child-hood lost and missed.
Feelings of mine-I think matter not,
When I can still find a caring/sharing spot.
Nor how, I don’t know-But feel love in the air,
Though I’ll not steal it-belonging to someone fair.
For if this gift I ever can find,
I’ll no longer be pissed-When good is mine!
Forgetting the past-a job easily not done
When 40 years masked-this hatred was dumb!
Good people say I matter, every life there is
Can no longer get sadder-Because Optimism lives!
Many lessons learned, to build my neighbor up,
As when I care for mine own self…
Love overflows-and clean is the cup!Thank You The Unsealed!!!
9-4-24
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Timothy, this poem inspires me in many ways. You are so right that if we do not respect ourselves, we cannot possibly comfort and be there for others. Sometimes, being optimistic is difficult. Despite this, it is the best way to live a happy and full life. Thank you for sharing!
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I’m so thankful for that encouragement is such a blessing ❤️ it makes my level of appreciation sore through the ceiling 😊 I’ve searched for words to explain gratitude but came up at such a loss, that’s because Jesus gives peace that passes all understanding. I owe Him my all as well as every one of you at the Unsealed. Thank you for being a…read more
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Aww Timothy. This is so sweet. I can see and feel the transformation of your attitude and perspective in this piece. I am also so touched that The Unsealed was/is so impactful to you. Sending hugs <3 Lauren
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Thank you for hugs,
All jokes aside and quite literally my mom always said hugs not drugs. And damn did that used to piss me off when I was on drugs.
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Oswald Perez shared a letter in the
Poetry group 9 months, 3 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….
Where did all the months go?!-
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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donnalee59 submitted a contest entry to
Write a poem about a dream (or goal) that came true 10 months, 1 weeks agoMy Funny Poem
Donna Lee MurphyI wrote a poem. I turned it in.
My teacher read it with a grin.He seemed so pleased, I thought he’d cry.
A tear was welling in his eye.He smiled so wide, I have to say,
I knew I’d nail an easy ‘A’.He chuckled, and I felt so proud
To hear my teacher laugh out loud.He held his sides and read some more
He wound up rolling on the floor.He giggled like a girl, and then
Stood up and read my poem AGAIN!He snickered, snorted, shouted, “D’oh!”
“Excuse me kids, I gotta go.”His face turned red as off he ran,
Still snickering, to use the can.He didn’t make it there to pee.
My poem came back. I got a D!Twenty years later…
As I look back, I realize
His laughter really was a prize.I kept on writing through the years.
And made a name amongst my peers.I dreamt of being known worldwide.
“And now I am,” I say with pride.My dream was not a quirky whim.
I’m published now because of him!p.s. I wrote a funny poem while in detention during my senior year of high school.
It made its way to my English teacher’s desk, who gave me extra credit. Unfortunately, she missed the submission deadline for a national high school poetry anthology.
I hope to share that poem in another challenge through The Unsealed.Voting is closed
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Donna, this is such a good poem. Just making people smile is your gift. You bring the joy to people’s lives. You are the person who brightened that teacher’s day! Although your grade may not have shown it, your positivity is what brought it to life. I can’t wait to hear the poem you never released. I hope that you share it soon!!
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Thank you so very much! Writing funny wee poems for kids is my thing. You can search for my name under Authors at GiggleVerse .com 🌝
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You’re welcome! I will definitely check that out!!
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