You can stop me from writing my thoughts
You can force me to stay silent so I can’t speak the truth
But thing you can never do is control how I think
I am right and you really do stink
Yes! I am free because I am me!
With much love Guady G
Be brave enough to think your own thoughts if they are for the good of all.
Only the blind
With open minds can see
What we cannot
Happy Thursday my lovelies. Stay safe and keep well hydrated. Perhaps it is time to really see and not just look. https://hugsfrombrooklyn.com/2018/04/29/sight/
With all my love. Hugs from Brooklyn
To age is a blessing
To age alone is not
You were kind to others and they forgot
You wonder what the F was missing but then you remember. . .
Once upon a time you were a famous movie star
Now that you are older no one knows who you are
You had so many fans but not one close friend
Now you are alone when it is almost the end
You ignored your family and your
You only wanted the limelight and the company of fake friends
You walked the red carpet and never took your mother or father
Instead you took some glamorous other
You attended luxurious events but never with those that helped you to rise
Today you are in hospice waiting for your demise
I guess the lesson here is to appreciate how you came to be
Never forgetting family, friends and sincerity
Fame, fortune and being in the limelight
Is worth nothing if you must walk sad and alone into the night.
With all my love Guady G
It’s no lie that living I lie but dead I lay.
Hugs to all Guady G
It’s poetry month which means try to be a poet.
Does it mean Poe try! I’m good but not like Edgar Allen Poe. Has anyone ever read his life history? He lost his parents, his wife and his jobs. He barely made it writing and then died.
I wonder who will remember us from our writing. The great thing is we are sharing our gifts with the world. We will never be forgotten for we made an etch in this world with our words.
I share with you one of my first poems written in 2nd grade. The year was 1976.
I like my car for it takes me very far. I hop in it and go after pumping gas from either Getty or Texaco.
Yup that was a long time ago. I am grateful to my teacher Miss Pepe for giving me the assignment of writing a poem. What was your first poem? How old were you? Thank you again for reading my blog.
Guady G Hugs from Brooklyn