Tag: Ayesha Montgomery
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Smile Anyway
Roads paved in umber dust and broken gravel Result in stubbed toes Sandals do little to prevent discomfort But we smile anyway We converse for days While traveling paths that few would dare journey Our hands studied in the art of war But our lips have see more battle Love always, Ayesha
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Through The Looking Glass
The up side in an upside down world A happy tale that goes on for miles Moments of quiet reflection found in restful sleep Life is more vivid in my dreams Moving through endless realities in a matter of hours I am ushered over still water By hands reaching out of a deep void My…
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Thoughts: Poetry Life
As a self-published poet, I have often been on the cusp of driving deeper into poetic waters. But I still have to balance that with being a creative and a writer. How can I express myself without offending people? What viewpoint best suits my aspirations? I have recently come to the realization that though I…
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Lost Words
I’m short on words Struggling to string a noun to an adverb But I think of your often I picture you and me But I don’t know what to say So I dream in color And I wonder all day Please like, comment, follow and share. It makes all the difference in the world to…
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Soap Box Rant: What’s Going On… With The Economy?
The U.S. economy faces significant challenges as companies prioritize AI over human workers, leading to widespread layoffs across various sectors. This shift has caused emotional distress and financial struggles for many. This piece stresses the need for resilience, faith, and the intrinsic worth of individuals beyond their jobs.
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Poet Spotlight: Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman has been regarded as one of the greats among poets. Walt was born on May 31, 1819 in Long Island, New York. There are few people that live out their dreams and even fewer that reach the pedestal known as success. But Walt Whitman was a man that accomplished just that. Walt came…
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Short Poem: It’s Loud
I can’t see it But I feel it The loud screws turning An unsettled pop can stiring Truth rolling over open hills I loved him once But do I love him still? Love always, Ayesha
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