Sylvia Green Chatman's Blog

She intrigued him with

her keen air of confidence—

he had to meet her.

© 2022 Sylvia Green Chatman

Watch how you converse—

a distant prank might have a

domino effect.

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Mondays may be marvelous or mundane.

Plot them with purposeful pleasure or pain.

You reign as the determining factor.

Serve as a champion or detractor.

Approach the week with beaming or brooding.

What ingredients are you including?

Whether you simmer slow or burn faster—

You are cooking success or disaster.

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His sweet love letters

turned her cheeks red, and her world

spun on its axis.

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Follow that whim and

take a trip to the country—

recall true freedom.

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Jovial outbursts, let us clap and make—

Excited for next steps that you take.

Reaching forth from middle school unto high,

Efforts that you put forth, who can deny?

March onward with faith that you will succeed.

Inside, possess the tools that you need.

Aim for your loftiest imagined end.

Higher, you can but expect to ascend.

© 2022 Sylvia Green Chatman

Why put salt in an open wound?
To others' hurt, remain attuned.
In your tongue, reside "death and life."¹
Offer healing instead of strife.

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1. King James Bible, Prov. 18.21

You stroke my heartstrings,

playing a sweet melody—

keep it on repeat.

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Needed for jotting notes, quotes, anecdotes— 

Only designed and lined pads get my votes. 

Take them with you, fitting neatly in totes. 

Each holds a space for the purpose one denotes. 

Bringing order that ensures the brain copes, 

Offices use them for learning the ropes. 

Often they house a place for inner hopes, 

Keeping fresh times when an owner smiles, mopes. 

Sacred albums of their thought and feeling— 

About people, notebooks are revealing.

© 2022 Sylvia Green Chatman 

Good morning,  my good peeps.

Let your smile be for keeps.

Why should you wear a frown?

Let joy be your crown.

Pile on laughter in heaps.

©️ 2015 Sylvieen Chatman