A Dream Come True: Kingston University London Graduation

Oh the power of prayer and positive thinking!
Oh the power of prayer and positive thinking!
Shout out to these two for my life!
Shout out to these two for my life!

Don’t miss you! I repeat DON’T MISS YOU!

Nobody will care for you or about you the way you do. Belief in the impossible has brought me places I only dreamed of.

Dreams are just dreams, until they come true.

My cup runneth over and often I spill when I sip, as if I have a hole in my lip.

As I continue to plant seeds and water my mind I trust photosynthesis to play its part as I do mine.

The favor over my life is mind numbing, I sincerely couldn’t be more grateful.

Somebody feels me.

As I continue to work out what I believe in this world, I won’t apologize for being awkward.

I’ve just got to be me.

You can’t score if you don’t shoot.

As I move from continent to continent, here I am.

Rain, sleet, snow and wind.

I’ll never put a dream on hold, I’ll just hold on to my dreams as I continue to get better.

My mind can’t be conquered.

Flatmate / Sister / Friend for Life = Sidrah !
Flatmate / Sister / Friend for Life = Sidrah !
A few of the people that mean the world to me.
A few of the people that mean the world to me.
The stage I walked across :)
The stage I walked across 🙂
Me and My Degree!
Me and My Degree!

 

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Susanna from my MA Creative Writing Program!
Susanna from my MA Creative Writing Program!

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Corey my homie from the 919 from Raleigh to London and beyond! The sky is the limit!!!!!!!
Corey my homie from the 919 from Raleigh to London and beyond! The sky is the limit!!!!!!!

 

A Sonnet for Sallie

A Sonnet for Sallie

You beg and hound me for more of nothing.

Taking more than you ever provided.

I lack the patients for your oppression.

Expressions of creativity you

see come with zero guarantees. So please,

believe in my attempts to achieve one

of these: a job or winning the lottery.

Maybe a discount for adversity?

International universities

forced me to wear two hats. One Black, one of

ambassador to the United States.

For several, foul sentiments I reshaped.

Here is an idea, you give me a job!

     I will be free from you one day,

     this is a sonnet for Sallie Mae.

Coldest Winter Ever
Cold World

Dream #4 – Château de la Napoule

The highlight of my trip to the French Rivera was visiting Château de la Napoule. This castle was restored by an American expatriate couple Henry and Marie Clews. Their love story inspired me to write this dream.

Henry and Marie

It was 1914 and they were both completely aware. Henry with the lot of his emotions loved Marie and she proved relentlessly that she did he. It was truly rare love they shared. They were an ideal match, a pair, two of a kind and they lived as such. Henry complimented Marie’s urge to create. Marie stirred in Henry an artistic inspiration only known to the greatest artisans who ever employed ten fingers to place in our world what we have come to know as beauty.

 

The world of their love was void of jealousy, spite, or any ill sentiments that could distract from sincere requited attachment and affection. As time collected and faded into stories of the past their love grew deeper and stronger. They sought out space to share their world. As construction neared completion the lovers and all their belongings arrived in a new place. They called it home.

 

On this day, Henry rested his hand on the small of Marie’s back and they climbed the stairs to the new nest of their mutual affection. The sun was shining on them as it often did. Marie reached for the door knob but before she could access the new holding place of their allegiance Henry grabbed her hand spinning her around in his arms.

Next to the grand front door was a large stone with an inscription. Henry held her close and insisted, “Read it Marie.”

Marie kissed Henry smiling wider than a toothless baby then obeyed,

Welcome to the home established by Marie and Henry constructed upon a foundation of cement, brick, and everlasting love. Shall this stone serve as a reminder to all that the two who first occupied this space in the world and this place in time possessed an indestructible passion for one another that will continue to permeate the rooms and halls of this home. Because love once existed here, love will always live here. Should the God we so humbly serve choose to burn to the ground this dwelling we shall not weep. Wherever we are together love will live and persevere. Whether upon this earth or in heaven, from now until the end of time.

Welcome home Marie. Love always Henry.

 

Marie melted into Henry’s arms crying tears that could drown a mermaid. “Thank you Henry.”

“Thank you Marie” Henry fought an internal battle to conceal his emotions as men often do. He forced a smile to his face kissing Marie delighted to have overwhelmed her once again with his infinite love. “Anything for you.”

They were left with no choice but to live happily ever after.

 

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These are tires!

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Once Upon a Time ...
Once Upon a Time …
Henry and Marie Clews
Henry and Marie Clews

 

 

Mandelieu-La Napoule, France

What’s up everybody?!

If you don’t mind I would like to share with you some highlights of my trip to Mandelieu-La Napouple, France. Mandelieu is for sure a best kept secret of the French Rivera! South of Cannes this quiet area is where the yachts sleep 🙂

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Yacht Club!

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America! We outchea!!!
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The train bridge.
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Cypress Trees!

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Randomly beautiful.

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By far the biggest moon I’ve ever seen.

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After all this time in London some  sunshine was amazing.
After all this time in London some sunshine was amazing.
Celebrate Good!
Celebrate Good!

 

Cannes, France

What’s up world?

A dream came true and I visited Cannes, France.

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I’m worldwide like McDonalds!

 

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Something beautiful.
Something beautiful.

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Up top views.

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Notre-Dame de l’Espérance, Cannes

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Palais des Festivals et des Congrès – Cannes Festival Hall – This is where the Film Festival takes place 🙂

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Frankfurt, Germany

Opera House
Opera House

 

Ladies and gentlemen what’s up?!

Please enjoy a few highlights from my trip to Frankfurt, Germany.

 

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Lovers Lock Bridge

 

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Die Capitalism, Yeah! …. or something like that not quite sure.

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Mulled Wine on Lover's Lock!
Mulled Wine on Lover’s Lock!


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Views from the top

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Historisches Museum Frankfurt
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Clock tower
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Ms Jheri Worldwide! Ow 🙂 !

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True words.
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Before Siri …

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Handbags and a hair dryer.

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The museum’s gorgeous staircase

MEAT!!!

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Chocolate. Act surprised if you want to.

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300 Words To Her Coy Master

My adaptation of Andrew Marvell’s To His Coy Mistress:

300 Words To Her Coy Master

Yet it lingers, both space and time

this demure, Sir, lost in mine,

as us some how some way today

we’ll watch the hours wash away.

Aside the banks of the Thames,

euros, pounds, dollars; I condemn

only space and our vast distance.

Indulge in a force so intense.

Vexing the mind on salvation,

we alone could spark creation.

Sentiments in me shall breed,

reactions that your nation needs.

I’ll count the days, the time it takes,

your smile, and deep dimple caves.

The length of you I long to love,

although that love I’m not sure of.

An era on each precious part

and the last age shall show your heart.

Hey love our time is running low.

We cannot afford to wait. Whoa,

my breath goes when I see that face.

Strong senses I wish not erased.

Neither of us can escape time

eternity, not yours or mine.

Your adorn flesh must melt away,

fertilizing lilies one day.

Then these words birds will chirp and sing,

reminding, where you lay love rings.

When your quaint honor turns to dust,

blowing in the wind all this lust.

The final rest a private place,

will mean for us love is too late.

Now, so I say, since we are here,

from this verse may that smile appear.

Can I find my hand inside yours?

Can we pine lust from every pore?

Let us, be us whilst we still can!

Five cooling blades. Your biggest fan.

Time is running low, now let’s go!

Eyes wide shut, love knows where to go.

Submission is all that’s missing.

Wasting time we could be kissing.

They say don’t save you, it’s your strife,

but in my dreams I am your wife.

Thus, we cannot stop this our world

stand still, what is real will unfurl.

By Ms. Jheri