The United Nations Educational, Scientific, and Cultural Organization (UNESCO) declared in 1999, that the World Poetry Day would be held each year on March 21. The purpose of the day is to support and appreciate poets and poetry around the world. To promote the reading, writing, publishing and teaching of poetry throughout the world, and give fresh recognition and impetus to national, regional and international poetry movements.
So I feel there's no better day than today, than to pay a tribute to a very talented poet and writer. Her name is Jami Pereira, and I'm so happy and honored to be able to post one of her poems here on my blog.
Jami has stage four Advanced Adeno carcinoma of both lungs. There is not much hope for her to fight this if she does not get the treatments she needs, and quick. The doctors prognosis that without treatment, Jami has four to six months to live, maybe a little more, maybe a little less. Unfortunately, she has used up all of her insurance benefits, and lost her job because of her illness. So it's not possible for Jami to afford her crucial medical treatments, unless she gets some financial help. So, I ask, as a friend of Jami for some help. Any small amount will help Jami tremendously. This is the link to her page: Cancer Care for Jami . Any help is a blessing, and all prayers are welcomed.
Jami's perseverance while battling stage four Advanced Adeno carcinoma of both lungs is beyond inspirational. Through her pain and worries every single day and night, she shows tremendous strength to stay calm, and even cheerful through this horrible and painful ordeal. She shows so much courage and determination, fighting for her own life. Jami's sweet and kind personality radiates with her positive attitude, her faith in our Lord, and her love for life. She has a unique talent as a writer and poet, and her work is a Gift to the World. and she has still so much to give. I truly admire her so. She is such a beautiful soul.
Poetry brings beauty to life and so does Jami.
I hear the crickets singing.
A neighbor’s phone, is ringing.
Clouds, powder the sky in grey.
It may, rain today.
Not a drop, in four months.
Dew heavy laden, upon the grass.
Scent of morning air, will pass.
My coffee steams, in the breeze.
Wind gently nudges, the trees.
The sun starts, its morning creep.
Across the horizon, mountainous, and steep.
A dense fog, in the distance.
Two squirrels play, and make romance.
How silly they seem.
When life, is but a dream.
Like my favorite, ice cream.
Our world, is slowly dissolving.
Man destroys, and calls it solving.
Sad, this beauty… must end.
We all stop, to pretend.
Life as we know it, will end.
No such thing, as cease-fire.
There will be nothing left, to admire.
Nature, will take its course.
Showing no more, remorse.
Destruction, comes from her core.
Comfortable life, no more.
Multitudes of devastation, is near.
No need to dwell, or shed a tear.
Our earth is dying, caused by mankind.
Cherish, what moments you find.
Nature’s force, will cause suffering.
Taking its time, like speakers buffering.
No need to worry, no need to stress.
There’s something better, somewhere.
Away from life’s, warranted mess.
No more bills to pay.
No more disarray.
The husband, beats his wife, no more.
Earth, will be cut, to the core.
Worry, will cease to exist.
It won’t do any good, to resist.
Life, will be no more.
Starting over, as trillions’, of years afore.
Earth, covered in a smoky mist.
Renewing itself, from mass destruction.
Only Roaches, and ant’s, will start construction.
What will be left?, on this planet?
Leaving no trace of man,
Ever having been in it, don’t fret.
Heed the warning of thus, this life span.