Melissa Begley has just brewed a heart rending paradox with a poetic refreshment mix of pain and joy. They are traces of bitterness after losing her beloved life partner as days quivered in the December seizures of Christmas trance .The Poet Writer does not wholly succumb on the altar of grief forever . She sings of joys and sweet memories of love once lived with contentment and fulfillment. Her verses are clad with pain of emptiness and the excitement that the clean spirit her departed beloved has been embraced by the golden rays of the New-year sun en-route to the heavenly comfort of the Almighty God . Melissa Begley wields her brave pen to archive her painful loss, romantic anecdotes, sweet memories, thought threads and life tracks . She grieves her loss with her soul bubbling with the glow of glory that humiliates devil’s sinful anticipations. Poet Begley is not only a writer but also an archivist and a chronicler of daily life events. Let’s drink Melissa Begley’s new poetic beverage with the anticipation of a glorious year. Happy Great Year of 2020-( WOMAWORDS EDITOR).
The joy of the Holiday Season is a ploy to express happiness for many.
Faraway, in a Heavenly Land filled with lush flowers of every color, tranquility, candlelit rooms, crystalline waters, and pure love is the Spiritual Home of your loved ones. There is a grandiose beauty and undisturbed calm that is not recognized by humankind.
Anguish, sadness, frustration, confusion, a sense of helplessness, and anger are a few of the many emotions in the hearts of the beloved ones left behind. Many tears are shed during the Month of December as Christmas Carols are sung and the devotion to commercialization is an entrapment of such petulant and irresponsible financial behaviors.
A celebratory season, many create that is ephemeral and anachronism without compassion to the poor and homeless ones. Perhaps, their only friend is the darkness of the night that hides them from your snug condemnations.
Your dearest one that have passed away have no more pain and are without suffering, but the question remains; when will they be visible again? You have vanished from their touch, embraces, and gentle loving kisses, but listen to the wind chimes and the sweet melodies; perchance you will be delivered much exhilaration once again.
Moon drops, snowdrops, raindrops tenderly eavesdrop on my teardrops. Broken heart and my teardrops will not thwart your departing since fate establishes a timeframe of your natural life.
Healthcare and prayers powerless to alleviate your destiny; therefore, my teardrops stream in the dark.
You are beyond holding me during the night and protecting me from all the fright. Smooches, embraces, and the delight of passion is a passing memory. My teardrops tumble down every day.
Where have you gone my robust and handsome man? It was not lust that kept us in sync, but the unique coherence of our connection. The disconnect has arrived and my teardrops stream during the night.
Inhale and exhale one more time for the reason the rhythm of your breath is almost gone. Eavesdrop on my heart and the beats are in cadence with my teardrops.
Joyful Night (Nov 2019)
The golden, bronze, red, and yellow leaves have fallen from my trees. The evening air is crisp and chilly, but it is a joyful night.
An inadvertent meeting transformed into a wonderful night. Your dazzling green eyes and whimsical tales were as if I encountered a mythological prince.
As you were gazing into my dark blue eyes, I trembled with much delight. I was not graceful, elegant, or dignified when your lips tenderly and softly caressed my lips.
Was I not a respectable lady with yearnings for a proper companion? The moonlight was romantically energetic, and I became an enthusiast with a longing for passionate kisses.
Don’t stop, I whispered.
My requests:(Dec 2019)
THOUGHT TRACKS AND THOUGHTS THREADS
First and foremost,
I am requesting forgiveness to anyone I have harmed, whether intentionally or inadvertently. As you presented my earthly life with needless actions and behaviors, I forgive you. The tittle-tattle, gossip, harsh words, pilfering, and fictional scandals regarding me are irrelevant to my being and do not matter any longer. Hopefully, you have come to know that you should treat others better. I will overlook the inaccurate, erroneous, and untrue stories you tell on your own behalf to impress others; perchance the attention is an awareness of your loneliness or failures. Glance into the mirror and your beautiful image will appear.
There will be a constant evaluation of situations, not persons, to protect myself from the negativity of others. I have detached from persons that enjoy pessimism, disparaging others, and gloominess, but will interact respectfully if warranted.
I am grateful that I have given you my time and resources to assist in the improvement of your life and happiness. It was revealed that you were a psychic vampire and upon eliminating the thrills and frills you no longer cheered and began the shrills of fresh fabrications.
I will enhance my kindness, sympathy, compassion, and benevolence to add brightness to the Universe.
I will surround my loved ones and friends with love and peace.
I will attempt not to, unnecessarily, chatter regarding inappropriate activities or stories that are factual concerning someone I love or once cherished, especially in attempts to build up my personal agenda.
I will remember to give daily thanks regarding my blessings. The benedictions bestowed upon me or different than upon another. I shall not become a braggart or look down upon another of God’s creations.
Lessons in abundance to be weighed when rendering assistance to prevent destruction or hazard from coming into my arena.
I am requesting, unstated, aspirations and yearnings to be fulfilled.
MELISSA BEGLEY( Poet , Writer , Chronicler and StoryTeller)
I am from the South in the USA, but have lived in many states and abroad. My friends and colleagues have encouraged me to become a writer for the reason I have a wild imagination and that I am deemed as pleasantly eccentric. Magically, the past couple of years the manifestation of poets and authors have entered into my world. I was astonished and humbled when Mbizo Chirasha expressed interest. The individuals that are distinguished and honorable wordsmiths convert words into the magnificent power of describing heartlessness, tragedy, hate, love, war, poverty, unfairness, humor, pain, and wisdom. My background is in the healthcare industry and I served as a Patient Advocate, trainer for new employees to be Patient Centered and Patient Focused, and my favorite assignment was the backup Elder Navigator.
WOMAWORDS CHIEF EDITOR
MBIZO CHIRASHA is the Poet in Residence at the Fictional Café (International publishing and literary digital space). 2019 Sotambe Festival Live Literature Hub and Poetry Café Curator. 2019 African Fellow for the International Human Rights Art Festival( ihraf.org) , Essays Contributor to Monk Art and Soul Magazine in United Kingdom .Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural Weekly . Founder and Chief Editor of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Founder and Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Co-Editor of Street Voices Poetry triluangal collection( English , African Languages and Germany) intiated by Andreas Weiland in Germany. Poetry Contributor to AtunisPoetry.com in Belgium. African Contributor to DemerPress International Poetry Book Series in Netherlands. African Contributor to the World Poetry Almanac Poetry Series in Mongolia. His latest 2019 collection of experimental poetry A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT was released by Mwanaka Media and Publishing and is both in print, on Amazon.com and at is featured at African Books Collective. 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in Ghana. 2009 Fellow to the inaugural UNESCO- Africa Photo- Novel Publishers and Writers Training in Tanzania. 2015 Artist in Residence of the Shunguna Mutitima International Film and Arts Festival in Livingstone, Zambia. A globally certified literary arts influencer, Writer in Residence and Recipient of the EU-Horn of Africa Defend Defenders Protection Fund Grant, Recipient of the Pen Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant. He is an Arts for Peace and Human Rights Catalyst, the Literary Arts Projects Curator, Poet, Writer, publicist is published in more 200 spaces in print and online.
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