Genuine Gem

The War of 2020 In the year of our Lord 2020, the battleground was no longer across a wide and vast battle field. The soldiers did not charge across green meadows of grass and rock, their long swords drawn with their courage charging toward their human enemy. There was no enemy line that stood ready to battle and challenges them in the opposing distance...

The Noise Stopped The day I found out I had cancer, is the day the noise stopped, I call the noise-mind talk. It is a noise we become accustomed to. So accustomed to that we don’t notice how loud the noise is until it’s gone. You can call it your thoughts, pre plans of your day, or life; it is the noise of mind talk...

One longgggggggggg sentence to capture the early morning sounds of birds C & T anyone? Chirp, chirp, chirpy chirp they go, high then low, never surrendering just chirpy- chirp, chirp; “quiet” is never heard, determined with their words, on and on and on and on and on and on they go; chirpy, chirp, chirp, chirp, chirpy chirp, chirp, chirp; tweety, tweet, tweet, tweety, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweety chirp, it aches, throbs my head, no zzzzzzzz’s for me, just chirpy chirp, chirpy chirp, chirpy chirp, feathers fall, silence doesn’t, it’s gone forever and ever, it’s gone, lost, never to return, just chirpy...

How do you use your vision? The misuse of vision Have you ever treated someone differently because of the size of their liver? Have you ever been rude to someone because of the size of their feet? One of these objects you can see while other is hidden, deep within the structure of a human being. Vision, a beautiful gift and function of many species. For some animal species it allows for pro-active hunting, for humans we recognize others from a distance and enjoy the colours of the world. Ask any blind person and they would share the beauty of the world can be appreciated by touch, but those who had sight and then lost it, will tell you it is the colours they miss...

Then a room full of gloom? The first “smile” section of this poem, my Grandma shared with me. She kept a small book of inspirational poetry in her nightstand. It was anonymously written in the early 1900’s. I find it very inspiring in its simplicity of words. I love the cadence of the words and I expanded on it. The power of both words and the effect of emotions can have within a room is so influential...

I do. I looked across the way and saw them, all hanging in a row. Brilliant pink and white dripping from a lush green branch. The heart shaped flower, all puffed up and marvellous. When touched, so fragile to my finger tip. The bleeding heart flowers are a gift to my eye. Thank you. My Bleeding Heart bush comes from my Grandmother. She has long since left this life, forever present however, with a quick glance of the heart shaped flower. The flower emblem of COVID-19 for me is the bleeding heart. I remember of the importance and impact of our elderly generations and how blessed I was to have experienced life through the eyes of historical wisdom...

Bumblebee Vision I looked a bumblebee right in the eye Right in the eye Has that ever happened to you? Eye to eye with a bumble Lost in the blackness Praying not to fumble Tiny black legs hanging Hanging under its hairy body A helicopter hovering A marvellous site to see A wrong move now Could yield me pain So I hold the bumble stare Hoping not to wain Sweat beads forming in my forehead crease I freeze, tensing my muscles Will this moment ever cease? I am bee locked Frozen in position Take a swing or turn and run What is my disposition? Fear locked and awe struck By a not even inch sized...

The weather became cruel With a mile yet to walk The boy ran for cover He huddled in a small shed His heart was all a flutter The wind blew hard, the rain teemed down Mixing with the tears from the small boy The weather reminded him of his father Angry, mad never showing joy Crumpled in the boys hand Was his mid-term report card Two B’s, three C’s and an F He would get a blasting that was cold and hard He tried so hard to please his father He just didn’t have what it took For his father to believe in him Never had he had a pleasing look “I am what I am” So why should it be That my father cannot...

No worries, your time is well spent Sometimes the days will be long As if time appears to stop Caring for your seed, takes up all YOUR time But wait! Haven’t you gained a lot? For the world no longer evolves around you It belongs to your little seed All that you are as a person Exactly what it needs With all your endless time and energy Your little seed has grown What a wonderful accomplishment you’ve made Be proud to call this plant your own Spring is the perfect time to reflect The strength, the courage of our mothers Ups and downs, the love, the struggles Mothers-comparable to no other Nurturing...

Parental Acceptance A bright, cold place we enter into Crying in fright, bent in fear Afraid to open our eyes Not understanding why we are here Laid upon a warm chest Kisses covering our forehead Wrapped in cloth, bundled well Comforting arms hold us, we are fed. Later on we stumble Not knowing how to walk Hands reach out to encourage us Soon we will begin to talk School and sports engage us Snacks and healthy meals fill our days Guidance on our learning and attitude Showing us the error of our ways Different views and opinions lead to Yelling and explosive discussions Active lives, active words Band-Aids,...

Border Collie Case – Companions for Life With bright red pimples across her chin crease, Jennie headed outside. Immediately she felt like a hot, wet towel had whipped across her face and body, the sticky dampness felt gross. It was around 2 in the afternoon, the sun burned in full force, no clouds were in sight. Jennie’s skin screaming a strong rejection to this type of treatment. Raising her right arm up, the back of her hand stroking her greasy forehead. Having left one inferno, now heading into another. Her father’s heated voice still hung in her ears. The hot breeze outside resembled her father’s breathe...

Passenger on the train of life Posted by genuine gem journeys on February 24, 2020edit I am a passenger on the train of life. My ticket only reveals the final destination. It tells of a completed journey but not of what the journey holds. I am merely a person with an admittance for the ride, an admittance for one...