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With God All Things Are Possible!

No matter how often I fail,

I am not a failure unless I quit.

Therefore, I will not give up,

God has a good plan for my life.

I am going to fulfill my destiny,

and be all I can be for His glory.

I can do all the things I need to do,

and everything that God calls me to do.

I know God created me, and He loves me.

God is with me to strengthen and sustain me.

He has promised never to leave me nor forsake me.

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Cupid and Fate

“Cupid be gone!” said she…
“I’ve had enough of your folly
and wish not to be pierced by your arrow”

“Cupid please keep your distance” said he…
“pierce not this heart
that grieves for a lover gone”

days passed and neither knew
nor saw their paths converging,
for cupid and fate could not be discouraged…
letting them be…for a while only teasing them…
a missed bus ride…a missed train…
paths on opposite sides…
benches on opposite ends…until…
the perfect moment…both completely unprepared…
a brush of their fingers…
the scent of her hair appealing to him…
their eyes meet…a blush on her cheeks…
his awkward silence…a smile…a twinkle in her eye…
then fate happened…and cupid
retreated with a smile…satisfied…a job well done…

photo: Léon Bazille Perrault’s “Cupid’s Arrows”

Awaken My Soul

The Lush beauty of this life within myself.

Awaken my soul.

Open my eyes.

I want to see, touch and taste your love.

My womb is filled with a creation that is divine.

My spirit’s doula says “push it’s time”,

so I take a deep breath inhaling courage and exhaling resistance.

My soul has awakened because I have given birth to my destiny.


Roller Coaster Mama

Climbing round ladders

of rickety frame

flying down chutes faster and then

climbing with burden

upon steel girder

wondering, worrying why this world

is whirring out-of-order

fast wooden fervor

without time to plan

the next turn, loop, upside down hoop

shaking your brain, hoping to recoup

roller coaster mama

climbing high, high, higher

arms in the air

steady tracks, not there?!

free fall of hope, crashing in disrepair

despaired of parts, waiting for her next dare

roller coaster mama, destiny declared!

climbing, careening

sucking candied carnival air.

© [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com], [2012]. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material, artwork, or photo’s without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to [Jeanette Shihadeh] and [thepainterspalate.wordpress.com] with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.


Rag Picker

The glimmering gold grabbed by a rag picker from garbage,

Not knowing its value, throws it away.

What can we do about it?

The fate is all that would guide us all- rag pickers.

PS:- I hope no one gets offended by my choice of words. Well, if you’re offended, feel free to share your thoughts. I would most definitely analyse them.

My Destiny

Laughing its way to the hell- my destiny

Shows me everything bad that has been done to me

It gives a wake to the moments I tried shutting off my mind

It shows me how it would feel to understand them all over once again

My destiny- whether being cruel or not, it is though hurting me

It is going towards the hell of my being where there is nothing

But the void of me that could have never been accepted by even me

I am not making much sense, I know but it is my destiny

Making me do so… oh… how much powerless I do feel right now…


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