Way Back Then

Way back then
when all was pure and simple
when summer days
were long as Neverland—
way back then
when tunes were rhymes and jingles
I used to wish that life will never end.

Way back then
I used to count the hours
and wished the night
will turn day again—
I longed for breezy
sudden autumn showers
and clouds that sailed
above the fertile plains.

I loved the freshness
of the early winter—
on days when snow
had fallen from the sky
and all had glistened white
with sparkly glitter
way back then before we said Goodbye.

Way back then
nothing seemed to bother
I felt alive and young
and so carefree—
I yearned for the spring
to bloom in all its colors
and whiffed each flower like a thirsty bee.

And now I look back
and I often wonder—
where have all those
marvel moments gone?
and then I hear
a distant clap of thunder
and once again I feel I am reborn.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
October 13, 2018 | OC, California

Way Back Then©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Let the Truth

Let the truth cut through mountains
let it clear the thunderclouds
let the cord of honesty
ring inside you clear and loud.

Guard against a falsehood living
honor all you touch in life
most of all revere the glory
of a world without strife.

Know the night towards justice
becomes darkest before dawn
but in the Halls of the Almighty
falsehood dies and truth be shown.

Let His law cut through mountains
stand up tall before your Lord
know that you can never hide
if you have brought the world discord.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 30, 2018 | OC, California

Let the truth©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere

I fly today to place unknown
from a past now long and gone
I fly away from where I’ve been
from all the things I know and seen
into the blue that lays out there
as high as prayers can ever dare.

Above the crimson sun I fly
into the blue that is Your eye
still deeper into space–
where once upon we knew Your Grace.

As I fly and as I sail
beyond commotion and guttering gales
I see the wake that stretches on
before we cried in Babylon.

To the Garden where we played
before we knew of good and bad–
where we were happy and never sad
and sat together as One—unclad.

I fly to You to Thirteenth Sphere
where all is crisp and very clear
where We will be at last in peace
and where my soul You’ll gently ease.
*
©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
9-9-2018 | OC, California

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

13th Sphere©Yakira Shimoni

Special Mention on POETS The Original

So honored and overjoyed to receive this special mention today from the fabulous group ‘Poets the Original’: A community for poets on Google+:

“+Kira Shimoni Fulks Kira blesses us with amazing pieces of art complimented with her tremendous poetry, always such amazing rich imagery it is always a delight to read her work, see her art and even more so to engage with her. Thank you Kira for being a part of our community.”

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SouLit

Check Check Check! 🔥 SOULIT 🔥 drops Today! Asaf Fulks at The OC Recording Company latest single and music video features original Kira Shimoni Fulks art 🎨 A soulful mix of retro and modern sounds ❤ Be on the l👀kout 🍊

SouLit©Yakira Shimoni Fulks Art 2018

Autumn Morning  

In the city of Angels
high above the trees
I awoke one autumn morning
to the sound of buzzing bees.

My room was sweet with orange scent
a tinge of Fall nipped chilled the air
and the sweep of sky above
held the deepest of my prayers.

Autumn morning flushed Fall colors
of a special blush–
and the blowing breeze caressed me
with a sudden rush.

In the city where the Angels
fly high and far below
with fading warmth of autumn
I basked in God’s soft glow.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
Sept 13, 2000 | Hollywood Hills, California
Sep 3, 2018 | OC, California

Autumn Morning©Yakira Shimoni