MELISA230Reading MELISSA BEGLEY is quite  a knowledge mining expedition.Melissa is a diverse and multi-gifted humanist. Her spiritualreflections, her poetic messages and grief laden brave messages to herdeparted beloved Mr. Sandman are soul touching and heart-rending. Ms.P as Melissa Begley nicknamed herself is honing  her creative writing
skills  while she is  fast rising   into an indomitable digital spaces socialite  with a massive follower-ship on social MEDIA spaces ,especially on FACEBOOK. Despite everyday mounting life hurdles,Melissa Begley maintains a brave stead, wielding her pen to cast away spells of negativity and depression. Her daily life devotions replace
sorrow with hope. Aluta Continua!!! This installment is thorough  exhibition of
Melissa Begley’s Life , Poetic and Spiritual Reflections. Most her messages are strokes of moral

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“Glossy images of fresh painted faces,
but not humane with hearts filled with graces.

Animated dialogue with frenzied excitement,
but spinning as a gossip carousel.

Glitzy girls and pretty pretty
pretty boys are wishy-washy
and forward thinking is without spontaneity.

Dizzying games with over-the-top defiance
and the simplicity of reliance fading
as the moon’s natural light surrounded by clouds”


An evening before you passed. I grasped that you were dying. As I
kissed you, did you know? It was a mystery to me if you understood my
words, since your plan of care included a continuous pain pump and
narcotics. As I whispered my lies into your ear; your eyes didn’t open
and without any body or facial movements I was unable to discern or
find out if you understood my lies. I whispered, “I love you baby.
Your memories are indelibly written in my heart. You must go now. I am
requesting that you transition to the other side and become a
Spiritual Being. I WILL BE FINE.” My lie, I will be fine. The
ascension happened early the next morning, hours after midnight. I was
devastated and heartbroken, but knew you were free from pain and
anguish. I don’t know how many times; I had asked that your dignity
was to be preserved during your remaining days. Incurable cancer was
the reason you were dying, but the nursing staff treated you as if you
were a burden and they didn’t understand the journey of death. You
were too unstable to be transported to the Hospice Unit. Hospice
checked on us, but the regular nursing staff cared for you. As a
telemetry patient you could be monitored from the nurse’s station. As
the equipment blared and no one appeared I would follow-up by pressing
the call button. There was always an immediate response that they were
on their way. Ten minutes later as my beloved’s oxygen levels dropped
into the seventies with elevated blood pressure, I would leave the
room and report to the nurse’s station, once again. It was obvious
their desire was to render care to the living and not worry about the
dying. Earthy marriages are rich with ceremony to include wedding
bands. Almost two months after your Spiritual Path to connect with the
Light Of Love; I realized either someone from the hospital corruptly
confiscated your wedding band or it was the manifestation of
teleportation and you would never release the connection of our
beautiful matrimony.



( ii)
Emulate the love granted to you by God, or your personal belief.
Should you be racked with anxiety if your artificial comfort is the
high-end-state-of-judgement? The salacious sounds of hearsay and
gossip, while destroying reputations, perchance is the artistic act of
ungratefulness to your God. Scoff at those that are different, become
too prideful for earthly resolutions negotiating forgiveness, loss of
stardom amongst the persons that create your parasitic powers and
eternal cool popularity. Historical tales of a glorious life, but
realistically filled with strive and alcoholism. No matter the
illness, personal matter, difficulties of life you give your advice.
As a confidant, trust is appealing as your victim goes squealing and
you accumulate much personal knowledge for your arsenal. Oh, do tell,
how the maidens and gentlemen are sinners while you sit upon your
frozen throne with a stoned-heart of coldness. Is it enlightened
thinking that will melt your heart or artificial comforts?




Prayers enlist the power of a higher power or provides the opportunity
to send up praises and gratitude. Fresh perspectives to improve life
is a new paradise. The thrilling performance of homily and hymns,
perhaps, create the unlimited energy of love for our fellow humankind.
The human drama, incapable of stillness, returns to tittle-tattle,
gossip, unkindly words without restraint. When questioned for their
accuracy, suddenly, are you the evildoer? Silence is not overwhelming
when living in a world of putting your style upon the pile of
narcissistic self-expression. Saintliness is not an ecstasy of control
or our determination on who or what to acknowledge. Many have utilized
religious beliefs to control women or launch wars. Are you kept
covered head-to-toe to prevent a man from being tempted? Are you in
church every week, but treat your family with disdain and even with
physical pain? Keep in mind, perchance, we are ultimately judged by a
higher power, but live in our individual earthly comfort zones.
Judging our fellow man as a passionate and self-righteous enthusiast
of knowing right from wrong just might be our downfall. Let’s
acknowledge the gold donors and overlook the hearts of gold.
Tight-lipped hypocrisy is equal to loose-lipped hypocrites. Bear in
mind, we all Sin and your faithfulness to religious activities does
not exonerate your actions only our Almighty come judgement day.
Improvements are required for all every day, not just the ones
perceived as bad, wrong, evil, or unpleasantries

                   (iii)IN MEMORY OF MR SANDMAN

I listen for your footsteps to clear the air of negativity, but the
sounds have banished from my home and are walking with your ancestors.
The sound of your voice is the hush-hush of the void of darkness in my
heart. The cloudless morning is filled with warm sunshine, but our
earthly touching has disconnected with nature. One morning I held your
hands and the warmth filtered into my soul. As the silhouettes of
Spirits glowed their virtues upon you translucent hands the ephemeral
warm became their possession. The coldness of your skin and my
interpretation of your everlasting eternal life illuminated the light
of tranquil celestial beauty.


MELISSA BEGLEY  (A true life story)
“ I created the lovely Ms. P. as an artistic way to adorn the Universe
with tranquility, serenity, harmony, and peace. Even as an innocent
little girl raised by loving parents in what seemed as the perfect
idyllic world I was presented with countless and confusing challenges.
It is bewildering that I am not crazy, bitter, or vindictive. There
are many that refer to me as pleasantly crazy, eccentric, and
functionally loopy, but always in a kindhearted message of love or
friendship. Imaginary minds in the world of religion bring shame and
unhappiness. The changing of many different churches throughout my
years of travel never was I convinced that the adherence to rules
developed by humankind accurately represented God’s power. Prejudices,
condemnations of different cultures, political powers, and a
noticeable difference in economic class inequalities. I was obvious a
cynic upon birth. As a Spiritual being, I instinctively knew the
energy of love existed. The study of Universal Love and encountering
individuals outside of the Christian sphere, slowing introduce me to
the knowledge of enlightenment. I still consider myself a Christian
sprinkled with additional beliefs and view God as merciful and loving.
I am an empathetic and compassionate being which equates to sometimes
being a victim of those on the hunt for a prey to demolish. I have
realized that the detachment of those that have harmed me has created
a more peaceful and loving life. When or if I encounter the
individuals that deliver harm, I am always polite, but no longer
involved on their pathway on my journey of life. This is not a
judgment on other humans, but an awareness of their actions, There is
evil-like energy that is located n the hearts of many humans. We all
have experienced or are knowledgeable regarding the inhumane, barbaric
brutality towards each other, animals, and nature exists. Perchance
the punishment of Karma and not the reward of love will be their
ultimate demise. Facebook initiated my writing and I am a novice and
have so much to learn. The character of the Lovely Ms. P. as my alter
ego became popular amongst my friends that I personally know and many
Facebook friends. Many told me to write children books, short stories,
a novel, but poetry was never mentioned. As I rounded on patients many
of the nurses, staff, and employees referred to me as Ms. P. The
adventures of Ms. P. are entertaining for me to write and she is
always in a delightful setting. As a Spiritual being I also write a
morning missives including the Celebratory Dance of Life and a
reminder to send all the Glory to God. As time went by, the
manifestation of authors and poets, many quite successful. was
presented to my world on Facebooks. It was as if the numerous people
that told me to write was an indication that perchance this is my
humbled earthly journey into the Literary World. The enrichment of the
words expressed by writers and poets around the Globe has been
ever-so-spectacular and has greatly enhanced my life. I am humbled
that Mbizo Chirasha has encouraged me, mentored me, and delivered
confidence to me that perhaps I would have never started down an
unique pathway in life. Damaged Female Child At the tender age of six
the pretty and dainty blonde-haired blue-eyed child was persuaded by
her considerably older brother to play “enjoyable and fun games.” She
was charmed that her handsome big brother was attentive since his
reputation was well-known for his untamed athletic prowess. Slowly and
methodically, he sought to gain her fondness and friendship. One day
the directives were the removal of her dress and lacey, but little
girl cotton panties. Bewildered and hesitant on what to do for the
reason he was unyielding in his requesting of an unimaginable game. As
she shed tears and was sniffling, he confiscated her clothing, and the
vulnerable little girl disappeared into the blackness of a protected
state. He held her gently, but tightly as he whispered, “This is our
special secret.” I adore you so much and will bring you candy.” The
swishing of his tongue all around her vagina was not pleasurable. Her
flat breasts were fondled and caressed. She was frightened, alarmed,
but remained cool to the touch in her state of darkened frame of mind.
After two more unpleasurable encounters and requests to place her
tongue on his thing, which she never did, but caressed his manhood
gently with her little agile finger guided by his manly hands. After
the fourth occurrence she grasped how to avoid the secret connection
following her only known survival of hiding when he was around. She
was a little baby bird chased by the sly fox, but became victorious at
the practice of avoidance and no longer a participant in the
“enjoyable and fun games” Please review and honestly critique


Books that I love to read are in reference to Animal Spirits, Tree
Spirits, Angels, Faeries, Crystals, historical novels, USA History
especially the First Ladies, fun books such as Harry Potter.

From the book named Animal Speak Doves Keynote: Feminine Energies of
Peace, Maternity, and Prophecy Cycle of Power: Dawn and Dusk
“Aphrodite was born from an egg brooded by a dove. The Oracles of
Dodoma which Alexander sought were founded by a dove. To the Slavs,
the soul would become a dove at death. To the alchemist, it was a
symbol of sublimation. To the Christians, it is a symbol of peace,
while to early pagans it was a symbol for the yoni or female sexual
organs. It has been associated with female sexuality through such
goddesses as Astarte and Isis. Because of its association with many
goddesses, it was considered the embodiment of the maternal instinct.
The name dove has been given to oracles and prophets. The prophet sent
to Ninevah as God’s messenger was called Jonah or the Dove. To the
Pueblo Indians it was also honored. Its feathers were often worn and
used in prayer sticks. The mournful song of the dove was considered an
invocation to water and indication to men where the water could be
found. (Again we have the ancient symbol for the maternal in the
connection to water.) Its song would signify waterholes or springs to
which the dove must return at dusk to drink.” “The song of this totem
tells you to mourn what has passed, but awaken to the promise of the
future. It is a bird of prophecy and can help you see what you can
give birth to in your life.”

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MELISSA BEGLEY is from the South in the USA, a Creative Humanist, Reflections Writer and Prose Poet.   A retired Health Care Professional with a profession that span for decades. She served as extensively as a Patient Advocate.  A Prolific Trainer of Patient Centered and Patient Focused Ethics. Her Writings, Reflections and Ideas are published   in several journals, blogs and spaces around the globe. Melissa Begley is the inaugural Fundraising Coordinator of the 2020 WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS main Project, #DAUGHTERS OF THE EARTH PROJECT.







MBIZO CHIRASHA is the Poet in Residence at the Fictional Café (International publishing and literary digital space). 2019 Sotambe Festival Live Literature Hub and Poetry Café Curator. 2019 African Fellow for the International Human Rights Art Festival( ) , Essays Contributor to Monk Art and Soul Magazine in United Kingdom .Arts Features Writer at the International Cultural Weekly .Featured Writer Poet Activist at The Poet A Day( Core Team Member and African Contributor to Bezine of Arts and Humanities( in USA. Flash/Short Fiction Writer for Squawk Back Publication( Writer( Africa) to IHRAF Publishes- Originator of the Zimbabwe We Want Poetry Campaign. Curator of MiomboPublishing Blog Journal( Founder and Chief Editor of WOMAWORDS LITERARY PRESS. Founder and Curator of the Brave Voices Poetry Journal. Co-Editor of Street Voices Poetry triluangal collection( English , African Languages and Germany) initiated by Andreas Weiland in Germany. Poetry Contributor to in Belgium. African Contributor to DemerPress International Poetry Book Series in Netherlands. African Contributor to the World Poetry Almanac Poetry Series in Mongolia. His latest 2019 collection of experimental poetry A LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT was released by Mwanaka Media and Publishing and is both in print, on and at is featured at African Books Collective. 2003 Young Literary Arts Delegate to the Goteborg International Book Fair Sweden (SIDA AFRICAN PAVILION) .2009 Poet in Residence of the International Conference of African Culture and Development (ICACD) in Ghana. 2009 Fellow to the inaugural UNESCO- Africa Photo- Novel Publishers and Writers Training in Tanzania. 2015 Artist in Residence of the Shunguna Mutitima International Film and Arts Festival in Livingstone, Zambia. A globally certified literary arts influencer, Writer in Residence and Recipient of the EU-Horn of Africa Defend Defenders Protection Fund Grant, Recipient of the Pen Deutschland Exiled Writer Grant. He is an Arts for Peace and Human Rights Catalyst, the Literary Arts Projects Curator, Poet, Writer, publicist is published in more 200 spaces in print and online —.


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