Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
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From the gloomy dust, I rise from Hades' spell to see the sun's glory on a splendid morning.
The inner man greets me.
Rise from the clay that binds you in the gutter's belly.
Rise to see your Father's radiant face watching the human soul.
...
You walk on moons, but I see pitch, and unpaved roads.
I walk on the crust of land, and envy ships swimming on water.
The world walks on its hurting soul, and on ancient bones.
Children bare feet, travel on unpaved roads,
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My son is calling from death's grave.
Mother! Do you miss me?
Silent was I, straining to hear a ghost's tale.
Mother! Can you hear me?
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Believe in Jesus not stars,
for stars fall but,
Jesus rose again,
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Never one to carry fear, but it began, when explosions shook the air.
A plane collided with the earth, her heart was broken twice.
Mum, she's afraid to fly.
It is Tuesday.
...
Water is pouring on our streets, a new coat for the city.
From brown to blue, white and pink, we marvel at the sight.
Chainsmokers have disappeared from our cities.
God's peace is permeating.
...
My love, thou art beautiful, a rose on my chest, a whisper in my ear. Thine eyes arouse my heart and consume my mind and sleep. I dread the silent nights because thou art far, like a stranger wandering through the city.
Thy lips tempt me, like peaches when flowers bloom, with sweet scents of perfume.
I am hypnotised, speechless like a statue, and fear myself like an illness.
Thou art a goddess, powerful like the wind―
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I love thee but thy carelessness troubles my heart.
I see sadness in thine eyes when thou art hungry,
standing a few feet away from my table,
fearful of my mother's scorning.
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Problems began when Eve gave Adam some of the wise fruit in Eden.
Who was she to give him fruit, when she had never planted a damn tree?
The wise fruit opened their eyes.
The man and woman saw their nakedness.
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Mathematics
Algebra brilliant child describing equations Factorisation, Graphs highlighted, intelligence justified killing laziness, minds not obtuse producing Quadratic reasoning, Science tries (thinks) uncovers values wanted XYZ.
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Germina Melius is an emerging writer, Book Reviewer, and Research Assistant. Her literary work has been featured in The Caribbean Writer Magazine, Business Focus Saint Lucia, Inner Child Press' Anthology (writers for humanity) , PoetryandCovid, Haiku Corner, Haiku Foundation blog: Troutswirl, Ginyu Magazine, World Haiku Anthology, Failed Haiku, and the ASAHI Haikuist Network. She is the author of three fiction novels, and has a collection of short stories and poems; The Apple Tree, and Haiku In Nature.
His Hands
Her father's hands extend beyond the land.
Her hands are sealed like the mouth of his vault.
Trembling with every grasp, his wrinkled hands
will never find their youth.
Better a handshake than the clutch of ice,
the difference, she will never know.
Her hands are frozen in her pockets.
7/2/2021
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Life is a bird, fly.
Thorns cannot hurt a rock but love can.
memories follow time
'I needed wisdom, I asked God, never one to plagiarise.'
Forward with Jesus Christ.
The most prestigious literary award is having my name in God's 'Book of Life'