LISELLE POWDER

 

The Fog

 

Like a silent night the fog came,

searching, lurking like a thief.

The fog has no room no manners.

It’s a mist, a daydream,

in a lost world.

The fog is like memories,

that comes and lingers.

To wake up weary souls that

search for truth in the night.

The fog creeps its last fury,

making a mockery of the

daybreak, not giving a chance

to light, a head way to life.

It makes its own rules

and watches in the night.

It dances like a ballerina,

on her toes, in leaps and bounds

as shadows make their way through.

The mist, the fog, whatever

it may be called will

be the silent mover

to awakening eyes as

the dawn seeps in.

 

A Dog Called Chase

 

As he walked into the waiting room,

behind him scurried along a little dog.

So small so cute, faces lit up.

The atmosphere changed, smiles from ear to ear.

Nostalgia was there it hang around.

The commuters, the bench warmers,

forgot their problems.

They forgot sitting in the waiting room,

waiting for their train.

Chase did that, with his pretty paws

and charming spirit.

Their weary minds of the hustle and bustle

of everyday life getting to work.

Chase smelt shoes, licked fingers.

even picked up by strangers.

As his owner looked on, Chase

was the center of attention,

as he was cuddled and patted.

There wasn’t a dull face in the waiting room.

From whistles, to “here doggy,”

to snap fingers.

Chase started the day right with these people.

Maybe, just maybe stressed levels dropped.

A suicide note is no longer in the making.

Chase was loved by everyone even me.

YES!!! I was there, things we take for granted.

Can bring us back to life in a heartbeat.

Good going Chase, paws up!

 

Af-FIRM-Ation

 

The word affirmation,

comes from AFFIRM.

Affirmative authority.

Giving rights to speak boldly.

Speak highly and repeat it.

Speak loud and clear.

Standing firm, not moving,

not shaken, not wavering.

Not broken, not cracked.

The affirmation of words,

comes from deep within.

Just say it.

Say it in front the mirror.

Say it to yourself.

Say it till it feels like

musical notes,

dancing on your tongue.

Say it till it tingles your ears.

Say it till there’s no more saying it

Just say it, and mean it.

 

LISELLE POWDER

 

LISELLE POWDER was born in the small Caribbean Island of Trinidad and Tobago. Born to Edwina Warner (deceased) and Bindley Powder. She is the last of six siblings. She is divorced and a mother of two daughters and a granddaughter. Having migrated to the US in 2014, she decided to write poetry about her experiences coming to America. She met with Edna White an Author, and the rest was history. Liselle has written in Edna’s book “No Sweet Meat Tell Me the Truth” and contribute to the school newspaper where she works. She also writes in Ms. Edna’s Magazine called “SPEAK MAGAZINE.” and wrote her first short story titled “Teenage Mom” and her poetry book titled “Still Overcoming”. Her book “Teenage Mom” will be out in April. With her continuous writing, she was entered in an Anthology for the months of June, July and November of 2020 and also June and July of 2021, and also for July 2022, Liselle wrote another book entitled “Welcome to America,” which will be out soon. Liselle is also an artist and has also sold some of her work. Liselle held her first poetry show on July 10th 2021, and the reviews was excellent. Liselle hopes one day to have her first Art Show soon. Liselle has come a long way and she strives to be the best of top poets and artist the world is yet to see.