CherryRhymes

I remember during on of my trips 12 years ago. It was late afternoon and the sun was about to set, I was standing in a pyramid glass building. I walked out of the door and saw light so bright like there was a spotlight I called to get my companion's attention to pause and look. I never saw such glowing radiant glistening light that I can't walk I stood there still just to marvel and be grateful. My companion rushed as it was time for dinner. I stood by the river and thought

I visited the birthplace of my great grandmother on my birthday I walked the streets in the country and saw statues of 3 children, a boy and 2 girls. I saw olive trees, fields, homes and candles lit for a Lady. I walked the city streets and heard music in the park. I tasted the delicacies of the land I climbed steps of castles of the past, Entered heavy wooden doors and iron gates that led me to see the works of human hands. My feet took me to climb on hills to view the lands

I walked in the dark and in the light I walked night and day I walked when the sun sets I walked when the sun rises I walked in heat and in cold In sandals, sneakers and boots I walked in the streets, mountains and plains I walked barefoot in seashores I walked in the rain I feel every dew drop on my skin Without doubt, it was the wind that blew the feather to places it has never been

In the age of AI, I have no doubt in my mind that AI can make rhymes better than Cherry's rhymes. There will be no errors in spelling, grammar or punctuation marks. AI has stored in its memory all the poetry humans have made. Poems and books of authors some I never have read. AI will show me information in a click of a finger when I need them. The poems I make came from the depths of me like a surprise visitor, uninvited, shows up in a time I least expect it. In the age of AI

I see the little flower in her hair and grass skirts that shimmers when she sways. Her feet bare. She sways her arms and hips in unison to the beat. She twirled and wind caressed her face. Her face blushed from the sun's kiss. Lips colored from fruits of the vine of the now barren land. Her gaze is as tender as the night but only the stars in heaven can see. She dipped into the ocean of dreams that mean nothing to those who did not seek. The night has come. She wakes and wade

29 years ago today, a single woman known all over the world as a mother passed away. Her name was Agnes, born in Albania on 8-26-1910, the same year as my grandmother. She moved to Ireland at 18, changed her name to Teresa after St. Therese of Lisieux. At 29, she moved to Calcutta, founded the missionary of charity established on October 7, 1950 Dressed in white and blue fabric, she walked in charity, humility, unselfishness and courage. In 1979, she won a Nobel Peace Peace p

We all know the genius of John, when we hear the songs he and his 3 friends made. We sing it to this day. Young and old heard the same old message. New voices are signing them. Yoko's art is relevant to this day. Her call for peace through works of visual art are quite big. It's hard to miss it.

Hilma af Klint is the name Who made modern art back in the day. In the early 1900s, she drew shapes in abstract way. In 1944, she passed away but instructed to keep her works hidden for 2 decades. Her work was not acknowledged until 1986 in a museum in LA. She had the first major public presentation of her hidden abstract work. She was a pioneer abstract painter whose work was not as valued as other modern artists. It was in a New York retropective that draw us to see A work

Back in the 1970s, there was a woman who stood out among us. Young women today, owe her big for her courageous stance and ideas. She stood her ground and was called a trailblazer. Not all of us may agree, but to have varied personal stance, we respect , appreciate and acknowledge. That is what makes our society healthy. To be tolerant to those even when we disagree. Those few who stood up for those who could not, are no different from that one who sat for those who can't sta

There are obstacles seen and unseen to prevent us from getting to our goals. Our feet can step over them Our hands can pull us up Our body and can wiggle and crawl through narrow spaces When we can't see in the dark, we can hear. When we can't hear, we can feel the ground we stand on vibrate When our body can't move, we can close our eyes and soar high above the sky. the limit is in the choice an individual makes.