Fruit for Thought…

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Fruit of life – by Frida Kahlo

 

BEWARE OF THOSE

Beware of those who are bitter,
For they will never allow you
To enjoy your fruit.

Beware of those who criticize you
When you deserve some praise for an achievement,
For they secretly desire to be worshiped.

Beware of those who are needy or stingy,
For they would rather sting you
Than give you anything.

Beware of those who are always hungry,
For they will feed you to the wolves
Just to get paid.

Beware of those who speak negatively
About everything and everybody,
For a negative person will never say
A positive thing about you.

Beware of those who are bored
And not passionate about life,
For they will bore you with reasons
For not living.

Beware of those who are too focused with
Polishing and beautifying their outer shells,
For they lack true substance to understand
That genuine beauty is in the heart
That resides inside.

Beware of those who step in the path of your dreams,
For they only dream to have the ability
To take half your steps.

Beware of those who steer you away
From your heart’s true happiness,
For it would make them happy to see you
Steer yourself next to them,
Sitting with both your hearts bitter.

Those who are critical don’t like being criticized,
And those who are insensitive have a deficiency in their senses.

And finally,
Beware of those who tell you to BEWARE.
They are too aware of everything –
And live alone, scared.”

Poetry by Suzy Kassem
― Suzy KassemRise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“Take My Heart” by M. C. Lubow

I wish to be a woman in a Chagall painting
Floating in the air, dreaming
Of flowers, magic moments and beaming

I wish he would Chagall me, greet my breasts
As Chagall did when he met an art collector
I only know because she told me with zest

Instead I feel like Frida Kahlo has scooped
Me out… I am bleeding
Red and blue tears from my veins and aorta

My heart hangs out of my body
But my heart still beats with fervor
My heart beats for my imaginary lover

My heart may cry, but refuses to die
I am in mourning for what I thought I had
I am not always this sad
I am going to survive; I am alive

It is time to face the future with courage
With as much dignity as I can gather
It is a soulful matter

My heart will mend
This will not be the end of me
Or will it ?

M. C. Lubow

© 2010

Frida Kahlo