What is in your seed? To get ahead in life, you must plant what you desire to reap. If you plant tomatoes, you will reap tomato harvest. If you plant apples, you will have an apple harvest. If you plant kindness, you will receive a wave of kindness for we reap what we sow. ~
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When memories cry
When memories fade and die
I’m going to grow old
My passion, my fiery passion
My flaming lust is going to grow cold
But my heart will always flow with molten, love lava
In your name this lava flows through my veins
My heart beats for you
My heart will never cease to beat your name
When I lose my charm and my glamour
When I lose my physique and my game
When I’m old and wrinkly
When I cannot look myself in the mirror
I’ll still stare at you
When memories fade, when I forget the days of the week
And the months of the year
When I mix names, and faces
The memory of you will always shine bright and clear
For your image has been engraved to my memory
I will never forget your radiance and beauty
I will die happy with the image of your sweet smile on my mind
And love on my lips and in my heart your sweet kiss remains.
~ Princess Asha Okojie
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When you crossed my path, it never occurred to me you’ll be back again
When you danced with me, I never noticed your weakness
When you held me close, I never read your mind
When you laughed with me, I didn’t see the hurt inside
When you asked for patience, I didn’t mean to be in a hurry
When you reached out for peace, I didn’t intend to fight war
When you cherished my world, I didn’t mean to shatter yours
When you applauded me, I danced from a distance
When you stood by me , I saw shadows behind
When you laid beside me, I heard our heart beat as one
When you kissed me, I realized how deep I’ve fallen
But when morning came, memories of yesterday became wishes of today
For you were gone without a trace into my dream of last night
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Originally Posted 09/11/2011
On September 11 2001, evil birth compassion and nations came together. As we remember the victims of 911, let’s not forget others who may have met similar fate around the world. This poem is dedicated to victims of 911.
When time comes, I’ll be your strength
When time comes, I’ll be your hope
When time comes, I’ll be your comfort
When time comes, I’ll cheer you on
I see your name in living colors
I hear your footsteps in gatherings
I see your reflections in rain drops
I hear your laughter, while truth beckons
In memories you’ll forever stay young
In dreams your Innocence quickens
For fate has brought us closer
~ Princess Asha Okojie
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Pray, don’t find fault with the man that limps
Or stumbles along the road.
Unless you have worn the shoes he wears
Or struggled beneath his load
There may be tacks in his shoes that hurt
Though hidden away from view
Or the burden he bears placed on your back
Might cause you to stumble too
Don’t sneer at the man who’s down today
Unless you have felt the blow
That caused his fall or felt the shame
That only the fallen know
You may be strong but still the blows
That was his if dealt to you
In the selfsame way, at the selfsame time
Might cause you to stagger too
Don’t be too harsh with the man that sins
Or pelt him with word or stone
Unless you are sure – yea, doubly sure –
That you have no sins of your own
For you know if the tempter’s voice
Should whisper as soft to you
As it did to him when he went astray
It might cause you to falter too
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