Fem-Flirtation

 

The wink of an eye, the gentle sway of her hips,

the enticing way that words fall from her lips.

A sideways glance, the hint of a smile,

all eyes on her, a sight so worthwhile.

From girlish giggles to womanly laughter,

she’s the main attraction ~ the before and the after.

A jazzy walk with a stylish flair,

the icing on the cake, her beautiful hair.

You’ve caught her attention but only for a moment,

the ball’s in her court ~ she definitely owns it.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Joy in the Midnight Hour

 

Crimson red, bursts of gold,

God’s beautiful story, breathe colors bold.

Blessed are those who heed his power,

for joy does come in the midnight hour.

When daylight dawns, trouble may return,

His people bear witness to all they have learned.

Their testimonies risk both life and limb,

but the most important thing is to honor Him.

He who gave them proof of his power,

through the joy that came in the midnight hour.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Fear’s Ride

 

The power of fear is so overwhelming,

this I know firsthand.

I’ve allowed it to control a big part of my life,

but finally, I understand.

Fear firmly plants you in your tracks,

no movement in any direction.

Before you know it, you’ve grown accustomed,

to the illusion of its protection.

Fear masters so much false deception,

while entangling one in its throes.

How does one get off this delusional ride?

Where will it stop? Nobody knows.

At last, I’ve gotten off this ride,

and I will not get on again.

The next time fear disguises itself,

and deceitfully invites me in,

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Outspoken

 

 

Some say whatever comes to mind,

with hints of sarcasm, through teeth that grind.

 They have no care for whom they hurt,

with the feelings of others, they carelessly flirt.

 The broken pieces left scattered behind,

the shattered framework of tortured minds.

 Blown away by words of distasteful expression,

anxiety is high ~ a pending depression.

 If outspoken words are not carefully chosen,

isolation is inevitable, for in time, words are frozen.

 

 By Sylvia Porter-Hall

A Humble Acquaintance

 

As I peer out of my bedroom window,

the dreariest of days emerges.

While making its less than humble acquaintance,

it casts a broad shadow across my expectant forehead.

No glimmer of sunshine anywhere to be found,

yet I make my acquaintance anyway.

Endless overcast clouds ~ Where could the sun be hiding?

Maybe at rest, as it has a lot of shining to do,

and many expectant foreheads to cast its rays upon.

The looming clouds have made their heavy presence known,

they will indeed, be here for a while.

 

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Forgive and Forget

 

Forgiving is a difficult feat,

yet is it possible to ever truly forget?

To completely void out a past hurt or betrayal,

or would forgiveness be easier?

It would seem not, for to exonerate one,

who has hurt you to your core,

is a lesson in humility that you did not ask for.

Yet, forgiveness is the key to releasing the hold,

that controls all those pent-up emotions.

But the very act of forgiving is emotional in itself, right?

So, what is one to do when forgiveness comes a calling?

You could always just….forget about it!

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

When Hope Seems Lost

 

When hope seems lost, it must be so,

for all attempts have failed up to this point.

You are breathless and holding on for dear life.

But then a spark of light shines ever so faintly,

on your broken and weary spirit.

With one last struggling breath,

through sticky sweat and salty tears,

you inhale as deeply as your lungs will allow.

Exhale whispers with sweet relief,

that there is hope ~ after all, it was never lost.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

Good Sense

 

Sometimes when we are in love,

we seem to lose our good sense.

Foolishly, we let down all our guards,

giving up our means of defense.

We want to relax and bask in the glory,

of the wonderful love we have discovered.

Pushing caution aside and forgetting  our fear,

the real person in us is uncovered.

Before we know it, we’re in so deep,

it would take a crane to dig out.

If only we had listened to our inner voice,

we could have thought before taking this route.

Good sense is something we all should possess,

and for our sake, we should cherish.

If we don’t make good use of this gift we’ve been given,

we are sure to perish.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

NaPoWriMo 2014

Her Wisdom Overflows

 

Her wisdom overflows like a river running wild,

life experiences are the basis of her afrocentric style.

Her beauty is ageless, for it is not evident upon her face,

she is a gift to womanhood ~ a tribute to her race.

With a wave of her graceful hand, she can stop you cold,

while her seasoned and motherly aura right before your eyes unfolds.

The richness of her heritage is evident when she speaks,

she has everyone’s attention, curiosity is at its peak.

She speaks with a voice that is firmly rooted from within,

you can’t help but wonder about the places she has been.

She listens very intently as she quietly observes the room,

surrounding her is a wall of knowledge ~ a halo of wisdom looms.

I only wish I had met her so many years before,

I am honored to be graced by her confident presence,

and from her I want to learn more.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

My Mother ~ My Friend

My mother is my friend through the thick and through the thin,

she will be in my corner and by my side until the very end.

I confide in her my secret thoughts, for she has my deepest trust,

at times I hesitate to share, but eventually I know that I must.

She always gives an honest opinion, from her point of view,

while trying not to come right out and say what I should do.

My mother is my very best friend, from God above she’s a gift,

just knowing I have her in my life gives my heart a remarkable lift.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall