SUNDAY MORNING WITH REBA ( HOW AM I DOING?)

How am I doing!? Why are you asking?
Same ole story - day after day
The dawn breaks - the sunrise blooms
The trickling rain somethings it flows
And thus the sunset still it glows
The eve skies shed light in the night
And in these eyes - in the twilight hour
I'm enlightened with this in my life
However - why do you ask? I am with roots
The rose too blooms - I truly believe
The missing peace - hopefully then
The hours pass each day of dysfunction
You in my life - each one of you it seems
Need cultivation and thus to weed
Your attitude as well _ I perceive
My quality time - I miss - thus too
I have no reason really wanting you
Hour by hour, day by day by and when I wake
The sun and the hues in my eyes - I partake
I see the skies - the heavenly beauty
However it seems like that of weeds
The flowers they bloom - with you I have no room
For your presence taunting me with your seeds
How am I doing? Why would you ask?
And the sun rises each morn!
You in my life a big mistake.



Day by day a dysfunctional life, I love my poetry to write and hope my readers love the beauty of poetry as well.  Have a great day!

THEORY

Bewilderment! The significance of theory
Shall it intrigue the mentality and IQ
Thus apply it to your day by day life
Theory of repetition - I repeat myself
Reinforcement! Try again - I view
The attempts - practicing - now relevant
Therefore leading to cognitive - indeed
Intelligence - theory can build esteem
Cause and effect - the brain to protect
Needs - the hierarchy - cultivate
Culture - thus theory can build culture
I visualize - mental images - sight
In my dreams vivid of personality
Are dreams too complicated in REM?
I see- the beauty of a dream - per se
Ah beauty - yes indeed beauteous
What do we see - what do we say?
Reflections of the personality - we speculate
The theory of beauty we then contemplate
Thus the IQ - the ID the brain we see
Relevant of educational thoughts, Indeed
Beautiful - thus the mind - I perceive
Is the significance of the theory , I believe
I love thee, I also love thee not and I try
Viewing the cognitive development in you
My self efficacy - I challenge day by day
Bewildered - wondering truly then why
Contemplating that the brain may wander
In deep thoughts of stages in your capacity
To achieve thus you must improve your IQ
Look ! I ponder! Relevant then intelligence I view.

TRUE COLORS REFLECTING

Shining !  Through the eyes of society
Beauty in the eyes of the beholder
Complements remarkably your personality
Feelings - typically they oppose the blues?
Opposing calamity? Yes, thus indeed
Cultivating the weed - planting the seed
Ultimately a beauteous ID - like a spectrum
And shines through with cleft with the beat of the drum
The notes - the tone - the music plays
Strumming the strings - beauteous be
True colors - reflecting - glorious, I see
Each word I hear is music to my ears
And yes we write songs they sing
And life goes on and the paths we walk
Thus the day goes by each word we talk
Shows the IQ - and reflects on you
And then again we suffer the midnight blue
With the moon shining down reflecting on me
The rain - the drops - the storm may calm
I see in these eyes the blues of reality
That I suffer listening to your personality
In my head - I perceive beauty
I see the light and the colors of the rainbow
Intensely the hues - shine in my iris
It then reminds me too that up in the sky
the stars - I see the galaxy - I wake each day
Wanting my mind with true colors thus then pursues
I reach out wanting to oppose the blues.

DAY AFTER DAY

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MAY THE FLOWERS BLOOM IN YOUR LIFE

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Loveth thy morning dew, brisk be the air

Up with the sun! Hues in great despair

Day by day - colorful be that of mesmerized view

The daily endeavor of true picturesque beauty

Gazing - we meditate at thee - breathless

Awakening to thy beauteous star by far

Thou bringeth forth the shades  be it then also true

The sunsets - to also end - our daylight hours

The tones - we paint these glorious pictures in our mind

Eve sets in - the galaxy of the mysterious is ours

Day after day , night after night , never pointless

We overcome each day of our paths of our life , I find

Crossing bridges, climbing mountains, step by step

Blue skies and thunder - darkness  we shall challenge

When it rains - the rain sometimes pours - the revenge

Time passes by - time marches on , the percentage

Loveth each night the same  with opportunity

Knock by knock - making life - the prime

Yes the morning dew , the evening hours

Day by day - night by night

The star with its powers

I wake ! What do I see?

Aqueous by Solstice Initiative

MY  POEM      " THE STORM"  is published in this book   AQUEOUS


You are welcome to view the poem in the book on the computer under the website below. Enjoy the book!


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THE LIFE IN MY MIND

I wake! it dawns upon me
The sun - it's radiant hues are shining
I see visions in the beauteous sky
Bewildered - no longer dreaming I ponder
As I sit in the autumn breeze - I wonder
Soon the trees shall die - why?
And the cold long winter creeps upon me
The petals of those beautiful flowers
Sweep across the paths of the frosted ground
The leaves they turned and the mood sets
And tonight I'll view the crescent moon
The stars settings in Scorpio all around
I see blustered winds, the branches sway
I visualize life- yearning by day
And as winter approaches - I freeze
I recollect that as I woke - the dawn broke
Experiencing reality of the ultimate creativity
I pursue the day - my mind I stimulate
I look around me - I then perceive
That after the death of the rose - the breath
I look upon the change of seasons
That the ground hold dear this very root
That beneath the coming snow then shall it melt
To then bear the beauty of the flower in the spring
Each year goes by and what I believe
Is the roots loving memory of what they bring
My bouquet - My garden in my mind per se
Will be embedded in my visions day by day.

ROSA CANINA - Love thy Roses

In England you are sweet - delicious of thee
The aroma of fragrance - in sunshine of the days
Articulate  - A tribute - collegiate
I'm astounded - of thee - of abundance
Of devotion of your ownership - of the rose
The species - Rosa Canina - although
I do declare - my ownership of the win on the roses
I could own my own palace with royalties!
Indeed the alligators at every step
Step by step of my garden of roses as they grow


Considered favorite - your sweet briar - lattice
Smothering the lands of England - bountiful - prestigious
Thy Kingdom - England - If a day of prominence
Owning the roses , beauteous that they may be
Abundance be known on the land so divine
The petals bewildered in the garden of the palace
The paths parting our ways or bonding friendship
Landscaped Canina! The beauty of wondrous. .
 

MISSING YOU

Through my eyes when you walk the paths of life
You build dreams each day  and to pass the day
You encourage others and like many others in life
Securely you build your palace in life - the lullaby
Each passing day remembering you and missing you
As you stand on your feet cherishing what life offers
Loving you always and hoping our own paths cross again
Building dreams to pass the day , loving the way
Making sure each precious moment never passes you by.

HAIKU ON THE SKY

Rainbows bright in sky!
Shines hues astrological
Stars create spectrum.

The Swan in the Galaxy - Apollo the swan we worship

Apollo your judgement over the musician
King of the Ligurians near Italy and France
Whom had a friend that dies! Grief you spared
Raising the King to heavenly stars as Cygnus and in a trance
Cygnus, Cygnus - Heaven of the starts so brilliant
The King mourned - A musician, A friend
God Apollo - the swan you made ! as if you cared
Ever since swans are said to sing sad songs at death and in the end
Hence the expression - "swan songs" - they sing of
When swans are ready to die they sing of sadness
Cygnus, Cygnus also known the northern cross, the stars are ours
The swans outstretched their wings across a line drawn
So it be between its head and the tails stars
Beauteous be the swan constellations sing a song
Sing a song for me! When my day comes and shine for me!
Cygnus heaven of stars in heaven so highly vibrant - I see
Sing a song of sadness mourns the death  to the heavens
Eternally - the grief but heaven for happiness at its peak
Heavenly skies a friend the king greet to seek.

INTELLIGENTSIA

Personality structure valued in society thus thee personal
To be or not to be intelligible - capable of being understand
Comprehensive of the mind artistic socially especially as an elite
Intelligentsia the skills of the above mastered in ability
The elite - the choice of group or class of persons considered best collectively
Such as an elite group of authors - Elitism relative too of fact
A consciousness of or pride in belonging  to  a select and or favored group
Fine arts - Artisna - workmanship of design drawing , painting. music
One who exhibits exceptional skill - creative originality
Resulting from unique thought and expression - skills in perspective
To imagine - a mental picture of something not present to the senses
To think or believe or fancy! To assume, suppose - therefore
To utilize your brain to perceive a mental thought with words
Selective creative poetics of verse of the falls - an elite write
With  that an author of creative writings skills poetically in a class
Intelligentsia with a class of authors achieved to be productively
Categorizing your class of type personality and thus still the perspective
Therefore also to be or not to be  consistently constructive
Tho then decides on their structure in society of this personality
Then to never misconstrue to intelligent or intellect being efficient
To ponder ones influence with pen  to write then poetry.