Butterfly, life happens as we live!: Recent Episodes
Sheila
Life’s meanderings and thoughts with a focus on mental well-being.
These are musings, synchronising reality and perception. Audio therapy with a focus on Health and Wellness.
Life is for the living and it happens as we live. What type of life are you living and what is your legacy?
Dedicated to Sr. PHILIPPINE STAMP. 100 years today. Happy Birthday to you! We LOVE YOU ~~~~~~ Poem: Divine Intervention- Master Chef of the Universe
By Sheila Bore
~~~~~~~~ uuuuhh, phew, now that was lucky. Oh no it wasn't! There is no such thing as luck, good or bad luck
Being perceptive and receptive to God’s stirrings, that voice Intuition, 6th sense, feeling, gut feeling are not a coincidence, but are and is God-incidence
To quote a genius author whose inspiration was divine God permits things to happen, for the good of those who love Him And are called according to His purpose. He also permits terrible and bad things to happen as there is a grander more magnificent plan waiting to unfold beyond our wildest dreams and secret imaginations.
There is a Master Plan in place that only HE knows and even if HE tried, well.. attempted and exposed to us His plan we would still not comprehend it with our simpleton minds, even for those who have been the highest blessed IQ possible.
Give me a name, whatever you chose it to be Because I already have my fame I AM who you will say I AM, a flame of wonderment
Give me a name, it’s Divine then I AM Thine With a relationship so dear and sacred
I’ll borrow from the greatest of life’s books who’s narratives, advise & allegories Capture both history and prophecy. Whether you believe it or not. You are His treasured sous-chef, partaking in the life of your own cuisine.
It’s up to you (us) to live and decipher the dialogues, parables and proverbials, songs that were told as monologues
Proverbs shared are sometimes strange and bizarre dialogues With fun and funny proverbs and parables That can be appreciated by a mind that is arable
Yet, lived and practiced in a great or poor taste as some something distinguished and wearable
Proverbs are shared and weaved into an astonishing of variety styles so literary
He is the Executive, the Master chef who is also running the restaurant of this universe You are His treasured sous-chef, partaking in life’s cuisine. Bon Appetit!
Poem- Solomon or Someone? By Sheila Bore ~~~~~~~~ Wisdom is a journey and not a destination Pursue it daily, as when you learn something new, you are better off than yesterday The chariot to get there is education, as now you know and have grown from no to knew and now to new Obtaining it is elusive as wisdom learnt and kept to oneself Is the dearth to that knowledge
The kingdom of knowledge is vast as it deep & wide, a solid creation Of what use is a light hidden under a table When there’s a meal set on the table waiting to be devoured, appreciatively? Trying to romanticise it as a candlelight dinner Is not only cheeky but tricky if the dinner was only set for one person, by the chef who’s also the solo diner So you want to eat alone, in the dark? What if we all chose to do so?
If you have some wise knowledge to share, make the time and spare that moment to give some Just like one candle 🕯 can be used to light 💡another, so can wisdom be passed on like the baton at a relay race For as a gold medalist team, together, we will win some not only for one but also for all of us.
So what is wisdom I foolishly and cleverly ask? As what’s obvious to you may not be to me and vice versa To quote the world renowned Oxford Dictionary “The quality of having experience, knowledge and good judgement; the quality of being wise” In irony or jest, ’in reference to a person whose suggestion is not a well judged as an action then it’s referred to as in Someone’s wisdom.’
Try not be that someone instead follow the words of the wise and be like the famous king Solomon!
Solomon, Solomon, oh where art thou, wise one?
The plot thickens! By Sheila Bore
~~~~~~~~ No, I am not a wanna be Chinua Achebe, Though I love his work In the same vein & vine I also love Aravind Adiga My poetry is maybe mystic yet also lyric Random thoughts joined together not be like a headless chicken
Why do I say it thickens No, I am not a wanna be Charles Dickens Though I love his work I prefer Maya Angelou My poetry is a another verbal expression available to be covey a word, thing or feeling as artistic Snippets of a message joined as sometimes with rhyming rhythmic words; that make mind beat and heart quicken
This is a no stew that needs to thicken No, I am not Gordon Ramsay I love his cooking shows minus the foul mouth I prefer Jamie Oliver My poetry to some maybe moronically simplistic, to me it’s empiric & artistic Serious thoughts joined as playful words Straight out of the vast vocabulary kitchen
This plot thickens Words I have also found add or subtract to a narrative & message Whether said or written by someone famous or non-entity or just by choice anonymous With this poem Random thoughts joined together and not be like a headless chicken
Snippets of a message joined as sometimes with rhyming rhythmic words; that make mind beat and heart quicken
Serious thoughts joined as playful words Straight out of the vast vocabulary kitchen Here is where the plot thickens... Don’t speak unless you can improve the silence that how the plot thickens!
Poem: July 2020 -The month and year of plenty By Sheila Bore ~~~~~~~~
July, please don’t fly to the end of this year Take us slowly despite & in-spite of all these myriad concerns amongst them health fears Ultimately, what was previously bizarre is the new normal Too many things have stopped being while others have started being so so formal.
July, you are half way through the beginning and halfway to the end of the year Hope & pray there is a solution, slow down to the lockdown not only of people but also of the pandemic, pain & tears
Bring an end to the global turmoil Calm the worldly Waters like a zinc oil salve; let the evil 👿 hand the Corona recoil.
July on a brighter note, we will live to tell of this crazy year As a past occurrence that quickly got clear Rid of various unnecessary complications instead brings forth a better, preferably best situation.
JULY A journey through an Ultimate Landmark Year
Despite what may be going on the life right now, GO be a better human being in this world 🌍 & nation
May your month be a filled with good thought, kind people and many blessings. Have a good July
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Poem- Thoughts & Dots. Embrace your thinking Hat. By Sheila Bore ~~~~~~~~~~ A polka dot a thought, or just artistic spots for a daring soul and space Whatever will be the pace Don’t wait forever, as NIKE says “Just do it!”; there is no hesitation phase I dare add to the former, you will know when it is an ingeniously great fit; as if it was a first, a diagram, in your minds eye, it’s a perfect trace
Being a thought 💭 leader, starts naturally with the thought, Then moves, hopefully, into the trajectory of an action, that should not be fought The solution lines within and out and can surely be sought If you do nothing with the thought or action you are guaranteed of either a successfully result something between or nought
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. I see your attentions caught Easier said than done✅ , you’re afraid of the great thought, you’re not in search of a nightmare crowned in humiliation as you think 🤔 it’s not worth the investment of sharing and pain
Except sometimes many a good thing originates with pain, blood 🩸, sweat 😓 and tears 😭, otherwise there is no focused gain.
Michelangelo, Einstein or Maya Angelou you say you ain’t from that lot They were also probably afraid of their own creative and inventive thoughts Yet, if you just dare... DO IT, they did, their own cooking, using their own recipe, in their pot.
Let’s end that discussion; that seed has been planted it’s a full stop 🛑 That prick the tiny dot that demarcates the abbreviation you may even earn before or after the end of your name, yes, that dot.
Go be a thought 💭 leader, start naturally with the thought or in reverse with yes again, the envisaged end the full stop 🛑 ✋🏾 , the punctuation mark, the dot!
Poem- Welcome breeze...Hello By Sheila Bore
🍃 🌞 The leaves rustled by a gentle breeze Branches swayed with a greeting tease The sky a clear blue not a cloud in sight Only in the distance a few cotton fluffs in different shapes and sizes The sun massages the skin into warmth so welcome Hello to a breeze so welcome
Jazz music trickles in fervently from a distance, a gentle breeze Insects buzz around, 🐝 bees looking for nectar; her long tongue proboscis a rosebud 🌹 teases Laughter can be heard from a distance, yet no one is in sight The volume of the sounds muted into different shapes and sizes The breeze caresses the skin with coolness so welcome Hello to a breeze so welcome
Briefly the sun hides her warmth taken over by a strong breeze The sun and wind, warmth and coolness the elements on the skin tease A dance 💃🏾 they sing 🎶 to an audience out of sight Rustling leaves and swaying branches add to the chorus so welcome Hello to a welcome breeze, hello to a breeze so welcome
Poem- Tranquility in the stillness of day By Sheila Bore. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the stillness of day...kids laughter in the distance, the pitter patter of baby feet sound padded and refreshing A door slams shut from the lone strong breeze on this hot sweaty day I lay there and try to take a nap to the music of human chatter That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.
It’s the hottest day of the year thus far The one where one wants to sun themselves like a lizard Yet cool ones thirst with cold icy water from the nearby well the smorgasbord of the lunch buffet sends wafts of delicious smells Mouthwatering delicacy served on special occasions such as today. We just want to shout hurray That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.
The room in the basement feels as cool as a cucumber Conducive for an afternoon siesta like slumber We await the rest of the party guests to arrive they are late yet to extract themselves from a prior engagement In the meantime, we thrive, the rest of the household a hive of activity I take my nap and save my energy for the rest of the festivity. That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.
Glasses clink to voices of cheers Half the year has flown by with no tears A cause for celebration, hearts filled with thanks for the beauty of simplicity in a shared meal in peace, warmth (and tranquility) That breaks the silence in the stillness of day.
Poem-Embarassing Eloquence: Let your actions be louder than your words! By Sheila Bore ~~~~~~ Embarassing Eloquence, let your actions be louder
How low can you go? This is feigned elegance Let me liberate you from my ignorance. You may say my behaviour is arrogance Yet, your promises versus reality; how low can you go under a circumstance?
Forget your words, let your actions be louder
What happened to your moral compass? Suddenly the idea and feel of power makes you pompous Money and wealth are not your discovery you nouveau riche Columbus Don’t let your greed & selfishness, your life encompass.
Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words!
Where that came from more can grow Yet, do not sell yourself short, you think it’s only time you throw this is a betrayal so deep, it’s like 3 cock crows Forgetting who sacrificed & promises you made, you shake your head Afro What goes up surely comes down ma Sista & ma Bro
Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words
When I get power I will try to be humble in my tower Promises made, are like a bouquet of flowers, rose petals with rice, thrown after couple walks down the aisle; marriage vows sealed and signed, that type of shower.
Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words
You borrowed from me to get rich Let’s me get to the crux, you make snake oil promises were laced as a good pitch Yet now, with your success, you’ve got power, you’ve thrown me into a financial ditch Our friendship devalued, it’s not about the money; just because you’ve found your niche Pay up before things go south & you cannot recover nought when you run into a hitch
Forget your words, let your actions speak louder than your words.
Don’t let yourself get into embarrassing eloquence, let your actions speak louder than your words.
A poem by Sheila Bore. BLACK LIVES MATTER ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When death is the only way for people to pay attention
Then we have reached a new level of crazy, it’s worth a mention
It doesn’t take a race to highlight dissention
For when we whispered, spoke and even shouted from the rooftops; it seems, our audience memory is short on retention
Instead it’s best to send us to detention
Insidious discrimination has taken a new form of ascension
For long term atrocities have been thrown at the black colour, people, race, with stigmatization and condescension
Black Lives Matter
This time around it has gone to a new dimension
The pain, the stress, pressure and tension
It’s not just one random incident that needs prevention
It’s the pervasive acceptability, protecting the camouflaged racist with no suspension
This indeed is beyond comprehension
While black lives, young to old, live in apprehension
In societies that silence intervention
Instead, they say the blacks should let the law decide, there is no circumvention Black Lives Matter Yet, who is the judge, the jury and executioner to give a GUILTY charge to a case investigated with focused dedicated inattention
Hidden behind law, the streets are new courts are an old invention
We don’t need more meetings, parades or conventions
Black Lives Matter
What we need is change in the subjectivity and commitment to living with intention
To make changes for your own comprehension
As this is the only redemption
Black Lives Matter ~~~~