• https://ugetube.com/watch/it-039-s-time-to-wake-the-fuck-up-2021-mark-attwood-poem-video_DH7VFjxAw9ECNdB.html
    I hope this one works. I do love poetry
    https://ugetube.com/watch/it-039-s-time-to-wake-the-fuck-up-2021-mark-attwood-poem-video_DH7VFjxAw9ECNdB.html I hope this one works. I do love poetry
    IT'S TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP! [2021] - MARK ATTWOOD (POEM VIDEO)
    IT'S TIME TO WAKE THE FUCK UP! [2021] - MARK ATTWOOD (POEM VIDEO) SERGEANT MAJOR'S TRUTHER INFO [MeWe] https://mewe.com/join/sergeantmajorstrutherinfo [Spreely] https://www.spreely.com/page
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  • This is my favorite song. It is simply poetry. https://youtu.be/hsm4poTWjMs :relaxed: *_* *_* *_*
    This is my favorite song. It is simply poetry. https://youtu.be/hsm4poTWjMs :relaxed: *_* *_* *_*
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  • Gotcha‼️

    There’s nothing highfalootin’
    About how our money’s spent
    We’re sick of Congress lootin’
    When WE can’t pay the rent

    For years you just pretended
    You knew much more than WE
    How our money should be tended
    While committing robbery

    So here’s what WE are doing
    From this point on, you cheaters,
    WE are gonna stop the screw-in’
    With our open eyes and ears

    And those who are hard-hearted
    Well, you will soon be gone
    WE will finish what We started
    By outing all who have done wrong

    We know that you have noticed
    The new Sheriff in our town
    He will remain our POTUS
    WE don’t accept your clown

    ©️DianeLight 12/27/2020
    WE THE PEOPLE’S POET

    #TrumpWon #StopTheSteal #Traitors @realDonaldTrump #PoetryForPatriots
    Gotcha‼️ There’s nothing highfalootin’ About how our money’s spent We’re sick of Congress lootin’ When WE can’t pay the rent For years you just pretended You knew much more than WE How our money should be tended While committing robbery So here’s what WE are doing From this point on, you cheaters, WE are gonna stop the screw-in’ With our open eyes and ears And those who are hard-hearted Well, you will soon be gone WE will finish what We started By outing all who have done wrong We know that you have noticed The new Sheriff in our town He will remain our POTUS WE don’t accept your clown ©️DianeLight 12/27/2020 WE THE PEOPLE’S POET #TrumpWon #StopTheSteal #Traitors @realDonaldTrump #PoetryForPatriots
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  • A little self-promotion here, lol.

    Do you enjoy poetry? I've posted a few of my poems on Maga-Chat for your pleasure. Hope you enjoy:

    https://maga-chat.com/pages/odellawilsonauthor <---click here
    A little self-promotion here, lol. Do you enjoy poetry? I've posted a few of my poems on Maga-Chat for your pleasure. Hope you enjoy: https://maga-chat.com/pages/odellawilsonauthor <---click here
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  • For those of you who enjoy my poetry page, I will be selecting a different poem to "pin" periodically. Writing has always been an outlet for me. It's the best way to know a person's true self. Please comment to let me know which ones you like best. tyia
    For those of you who enjoy my poetry page, I will be selecting a different poem to "pin" periodically. Writing has always been an outlet for me. It's the best way to know a person's true self. Please comment to let me know which ones you like best. tyia
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  • EVIDENCE


    I have walked many roads alone
    where the soft sound of footsteps went unheard
    some were paved of soft stone
    while others, untouched, were raw earth

    No footprints could be seen
    even though, the ground was wet with dew
    and while my weight was lean
    you’d think to find at least a few

    Although I must admit to know
    the steps that went unseen
    were always there to show
    as Christ gave me, his arms to lean

    As my body, tired and torn
    collapsed upon the cradle of his arms
    again I am reborn
    his kiss has sealed the bond.

    So while the footprints went unseen
    no trace was left behind to spot
    the evidence, was there to glean
    with eyes of love, if his is sought.

    Written/Copyrights Retained by O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia
    #Poem #Poetry #Evidence #Inspiration
    EVIDENCE I have walked many roads alone where the soft sound of footsteps went unheard some were paved of soft stone while others, untouched, were raw earth No footprints could be seen even though, the ground was wet with dew and while my weight was lean you’d think to find at least a few Although I must admit to know the steps that went unseen were always there to show as Christ gave me, his arms to lean As my body, tired and torn collapsed upon the cradle of his arms again I am reborn his kiss has sealed the bond. So while the footprints went unseen no trace was left behind to spot the evidence, was there to glean with eyes of love, if his is sought. Written/Copyrights Retained by O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia #Poem #Poetry #Evidence #Inspiration
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  • I WATCH


    I watch her, undetected
    the delicate outline of her face
    enveloped in a golden halo
    as the rays of sunlight peek
    through her window.

    My eyes swell with a crystal
    liquid that glistens
    as it spills off my cheek.


    So many things I had hoped
    my precious, innocent daughter
    would experience in her lifetime
    dashed the opportunities
    that should have been hers.


    I see such pain in her eyes
    at times, I want to scream out
    but dare not.


    What longings she desires
    she had hidden well
    by actions, for the most part.


    But, then the song comes
    on the radio – I see
    her longing to know
    a normal life


    To be able to do simple things
    would she ever know a first date?
    Would she ever know the love
    only a man has for a woman?


    I watch as she sits
    so exquisitely quiet
    eyes of innocence
    filled with curious wonder


    I watch, as she watches
    other girls
    with an innocent smile
    she greets them
    yet they fear her


    I watch as my heart
    squeezed with agony
    my longings for her
    can not be so painful
    as her own must be.


    Her cheeks flushed
    just a hint of pink
    red pouty lips
    the hypnotic green, gold eyes
    surrounded by thick darkness
    lashes excessively long.


    I watch the quiet beauty
    of my daughter, her sadness
    but quickly the look fades
    as clouds dissipate with
    a wind blown sky
    she has spotted me


    Veiling her longing
    to live a normal life
    she feins a smile
    as I watch.


    Quickly, I must flee
    her room, her sight
    out of earshot
    I hear the agonizing moan
    not even the knot
    over filling my throat
    to cause physical pain
    can quiet
    it is coming from me,
    not her. Impatiently
    I await the redness
    to clear my swollen eyes
    then rush to her side
    I hug her, probably
    squeezing too tight


    I love you Doll
    I tell her
    as I watch
    and wait for our miracle.

    2010 Written/All Copyrights Retained by:

    O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia AKA TheGoSeeGirl
    #Poem #Poetry #IntractableEpilepsy #RefractoryEpilepsy
    I WATCH I watch her, undetected the delicate outline of her face enveloped in a golden halo as the rays of sunlight peek through her window. My eyes swell with a crystal liquid that glistens as it spills off my cheek. So many things I had hoped my precious, innocent daughter would experience in her lifetime dashed the opportunities that should have been hers. I see such pain in her eyes at times, I want to scream out but dare not. What longings she desires she had hidden well by actions, for the most part. But, then the song comes on the radio – I see her longing to know a normal life To be able to do simple things would she ever know a first date? Would she ever know the love only a man has for a woman? I watch as she sits so exquisitely quiet eyes of innocence filled with curious wonder I watch, as she watches other girls with an innocent smile she greets them yet they fear her I watch as my heart squeezed with agony my longings for her can not be so painful as her own must be. Her cheeks flushed just a hint of pink red pouty lips the hypnotic green, gold eyes surrounded by thick darkness lashes excessively long. I watch the quiet beauty of my daughter, her sadness but quickly the look fades as clouds dissipate with a wind blown sky she has spotted me Veiling her longing to live a normal life she feins a smile as I watch. Quickly, I must flee her room, her sight out of earshot I hear the agonizing moan not even the knot over filling my throat to cause physical pain can quiet it is coming from me, not her. Impatiently I await the redness to clear my swollen eyes then rush to her side I hug her, probably squeezing too tight I love you Doll I tell her as I watch and wait for our miracle. 2010 Written/All Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia AKA TheGoSeeGirl #Poem #Poetry #IntractableEpilepsy #RefractoryEpilepsy
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  • A BRAIN AWRY


    She flows gracefully through the door
    back to see the doctor once more
    her third and last this week, we hope
    arms full of holes, from needle pokes

    A ritual learned well by now
    endures so much, I don’t know how
    hospital halls, we’ve walked them thin
    NICU, admitted again

    You see, they say, her brain’s awry
    must stop the seizures, before she dies
    the medicines, been through them all
    so far none work, we hit a wall

    Diets, surgeries, all have failed
    the cure for her, remains veiled
    but to give up or to relent
    we will not do, we will lament

    Until a cure, her brain made right
    no more seizures or hellish nights
    to live a life, as you or me
    for her to be, seizure free.

    I dedicated this poem to my beautiful daughter, Rose; she has the heart of a warrior!

    Written/Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia 2004
    #InspireToAspire #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul #Poem #Poetry #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia

    PS. This one made W.D. Snodgrass' eyes well up, as it always does to mine. I wish he would have had the opportunity to meet my daughter. I know he would have loved her spirit.
    A BRAIN AWRY She flows gracefully through the door back to see the doctor once more her third and last this week, we hope arms full of holes, from needle pokes A ritual learned well by now endures so much, I don’t know how hospital halls, we’ve walked them thin NICU, admitted again You see, they say, her brain’s awry must stop the seizures, before she dies the medicines, been through them all so far none work, we hit a wall Diets, surgeries, all have failed the cure for her, remains veiled but to give up or to relent we will not do, we will lament Until a cure, her brain made right no more seizures or hellish nights to live a life, as you or me for her to be, seizure free. I dedicated this poem to my beautiful daughter, Rose; she has the heart of a warrior! Written/Copyrights Retained by: O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia 2004 #InspireToAspire #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul #Poem #Poetry #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia PS. This one made W.D. Snodgrass' eyes well up, as it always does to mine. I wish he would have had the opportunity to meet my daughter. I know he would have loved her spirit.
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  • HEAVEN'S DOOR

    Today I knocked on Heaven’s door
    As it was locked, just like before
    An Angel finally came to see
    To what I sought, on bended knee.

    The Angel asked, What brings you here?
    Dear child of earth, what do you fear?
    Stand up now please, I see your eyes
    They’re filled with tears, why do you cry?

    Upon my chin, her hand she placed
    As her wing passed, tears to erase
    A touch so soft, my cheeks now dry
    My heart’s heavy, that’s why I cry.

    I feel the weight, my world, too much
    I need to feel, my savior’s touch
    Such pain I feel, ready I am
    To meet my Lord, I come again.

    I said, you see, I’ve been before
    There’s many times, I’ve knocked this door
    But yet each time, no answer came
    Turned back to earth, each time in shame.

    That’s when I heard, the angel say
    Dear child you’ve erred, it’s not that way
    You see my Lord, told me convey
    His words to you, this very day.

    It’s not your time, to join him yet
    Your job on earth, do not forget
    Incomplete work, you have there still
    And this is why, not yet, his will.

    When work fulfilled, you shall return
    To join him here, no more to yearn
    Your work on earth, just a short while
    His home is yours, in time, dear child.

    Return now child, to what you must
    Our Lord’s promise, you must have trust
    All things to come, as meant to be
    Will be fulfilled eventually.

    When it’s the time, to be called back
    You’ll hear his voice, a knock to lack
    Just heed his call, as your name’s read
    For in his book, your name is said.

    So return now, fulfill his will
    Be mindful child, you know the drill
    Listen to hear, his voice to lure.
    No knock needed, on Heaven’s door.

    Copyright 2006 All Rights Retained and Reserved O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia

    Note from the author:
    We often don't realize the effects depression, despair or grief can have on our friends and loved ones. Teenagers are extremely vulnerable with peer pressure, blended family difficulties, and a battalion of other life circumstances. Even those who are hopeful and faithful can falter. You might have experienced this yourself as well.

    I would implore everyone - learn the warning signs, especially for the sake of our youths and elderly, whom can feel alone or neglected in this frenzied world. Take the time to really listen - listen to not only what is vocalized, but what is left unsaid. Pay close attention to the undertone. Sometimes we need only speak a few reassuring words to give new meaning or hope to someone whom might feel lost, misunderstood, or alone in this world.

    I promise you, you won't regret it and it will be time well spent. They might be the very person who turns out to save your life one day in the future.
    #TouchAnothersSoulToday #AspireToInspire #Poems #Poetry #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul
    HEAVEN'S DOOR Today I knocked on Heaven’s door As it was locked, just like before An Angel finally came to see To what I sought, on bended knee. The Angel asked, What brings you here? Dear child of earth, what do you fear? Stand up now please, I see your eyes They’re filled with tears, why do you cry? Upon my chin, her hand she placed As her wing passed, tears to erase A touch so soft, my cheeks now dry My heart’s heavy, that’s why I cry. I feel the weight, my world, too much I need to feel, my savior’s touch Such pain I feel, ready I am To meet my Lord, I come again. I said, you see, I’ve been before There’s many times, I’ve knocked this door But yet each time, no answer came Turned back to earth, each time in shame. That’s when I heard, the angel say Dear child you’ve erred, it’s not that way You see my Lord, told me convey His words to you, this very day. It’s not your time, to join him yet Your job on earth, do not forget Incomplete work, you have there still And this is why, not yet, his will. When work fulfilled, you shall return To join him here, no more to yearn Your work on earth, just a short while His home is yours, in time, dear child. Return now child, to what you must Our Lord’s promise, you must have trust All things to come, as meant to be Will be fulfilled eventually. When it’s the time, to be called back You’ll hear his voice, a knock to lack Just heed his call, as your name’s read For in his book, your name is said. So return now, fulfill his will Be mindful child, you know the drill Listen to hear, his voice to lure. No knock needed, on Heaven’s door. Copyright 2006 All Rights Retained and Reserved O’Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia Note from the author: We often don't realize the effects depression, despair or grief can have on our friends and loved ones. Teenagers are extremely vulnerable with peer pressure, blended family difficulties, and a battalion of other life circumstances. Even those who are hopeful and faithful can falter. You might have experienced this yourself as well. I would implore everyone - learn the warning signs, especially for the sake of our youths and elderly, whom can feel alone or neglected in this frenzied world. Take the time to really listen - listen to not only what is vocalized, but what is left unsaid. Pay close attention to the undertone. Sometimes we need only speak a few reassuring words to give new meaning or hope to someone whom might feel lost, misunderstood, or alone in this world. I promise you, you won't regret it and it will be time well spent. They might be the very person who turns out to save your life one day in the future. #TouchAnothersSoulToday #AspireToInspire #Poems #Poetry #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul
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  • This was written as part of the original "Poetry For Peace Project" in 2005, before the project got hijacked by liberal lunatics! This poem, along with several others, was on display in the White House, alongside the likes of Bill Clinton & the Dalai Lama. Oh, if only I could so effectively change this world!

    An award winning poem presented at the ISP and praised by W D Snodgrass.

    Plus One, My Poetry For Peace

    If I could change the world, with just the written word
    I'd put my pen to paper, start with, "all concurred"

    The world became "the people", total sum of all, plus one
    No nations to divide them, one language voices sung
    The voices sang of peace and love, no poverty or pain
    Words imprinted on each soul, no negatives remain
    Words of hope, compassion, opportunity, all heard
    My world is changing quickly, with just the written word.

    Pen put back to paper, moving faster with each stroke
    My poetry for peace begun, all words penned to invoke
    The words invoked our voices, all heard in harmony
    My pen is moving faster now, the world's a symphony.

    Inspired now my pen became much quicker than the eye
    Inscribing words, reality now changing on the fly.

    The world is being written as my pen moves on the page
    A perfect world appearing, evolving each new stage
    My world is now becoming as from past, was meant to be
    What made the change was plus one, the one you didn't see
    A total sum of all plus one, that voice, the difference made
    The voice choosing the words I write, including, "all forgave."

    Words like hate & anger, now words like faith & share
    No words of war or hunger, would remain on paper where
    Their negative effects could cause no harm, to even one
    Back to where it all began, where God had first begun.

    What had started, "all concurred" was actually a bridge
    The crossing over negatives, to reach his Godly ridge
    Where stood the light of that plus one, guiding every stoke
    The words I penned to paper now, words meant to invoke.

    The voice of that plus one we heard, guiding hand with pen
    With each & every written word, his promise he did send
    For'll the world now recognized the words I penned, not mine
    I am just an instrument, God's word, with gift of rhyme.



    Written/Copyrights Retained by: O'Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia
    ©January 29, 2005 All Rights Retained

    Always aspire to inspire. Hope can be given easily and freely, but when denied - can cost the world. #Poetry #Poems #PlusOne #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia #BABB
    This was written as part of the original "Poetry For Peace Project" in 2005, before the project got hijacked by liberal lunatics! This poem, along with several others, was on display in the White House, alongside the likes of Bill Clinton & the Dalai Lama. Oh, if only I could so effectively change this world! An award winning poem presented at the ISP and praised by W D Snodgrass. Plus One, My Poetry For Peace If I could change the world, with just the written word I'd put my pen to paper, start with, "all concurred" The world became "the people", total sum of all, plus one No nations to divide them, one language voices sung The voices sang of peace and love, no poverty or pain Words imprinted on each soul, no negatives remain Words of hope, compassion, opportunity, all heard My world is changing quickly, with just the written word. Pen put back to paper, moving faster with each stroke My poetry for peace begun, all words penned to invoke The words invoked our voices, all heard in harmony My pen is moving faster now, the world's a symphony. Inspired now my pen became much quicker than the eye Inscribing words, reality now changing on the fly. The world is being written as my pen moves on the page A perfect world appearing, evolving each new stage My world is now becoming as from past, was meant to be What made the change was plus one, the one you didn't see A total sum of all plus one, that voice, the difference made The voice choosing the words I write, including, "all forgave." Words like hate & anger, now words like faith & share No words of war or hunger, would remain on paper where Their negative effects could cause no harm, to even one Back to where it all began, where God had first begun. What had started, "all concurred" was actually a bridge The crossing over negatives, to reach his Godly ridge Where stood the light of that plus one, guiding every stoke The words I penned to paper now, words meant to invoke. The voice of that plus one we heard, guiding hand with pen With each & every written word, his promise he did send For'll the world now recognized the words I penned, not mine I am just an instrument, God's word, with gift of rhyme. Written/Copyrights Retained by: O'Della Wilson AKA Alhavakia ©January 29, 2005 All Rights Retained Always aspire to inspire. Hope can be given easily and freely, but when denied - can cost the world. #Poetry #Poems #PlusOne #WordsFromTheHeartForTheSoul #ODellaWilson #Alhavakia #BABB
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