Poetry for ChangeFragile paper hearts
Easy to tear,
but cuts
Like a bear.
Its unique shape
Lends to despair,
When it broke
By your hand and air.
Its unique shape
Rises into fullness,
Then dips in face
Of falsehood that pierce.
Look into its shape
That seems divided
Into yay and nay, a cape
Of vascillation that cried.
Its tear wails
Till eye sight is blind
With too many choices
And decisions that bind.
Oh ye who have
A paper heart,
Let its love
Blind you and don’t cut.
Share your inner thoughts, ideas, ideals,
That power your imagination and hails
Down upon you, admiration, envy that entails
You have to choose who needs some derails.
Today, we hide behind our likes,
Our social media personae that drives
Our self-esteem into the grounds
If it’s not up to par with your peers.
Why do we hide?
Is intimacy such a bad ride,
That you need masks to keep all inside?
Or do you soar in flight
Fall, shatter, break, and give only a bite
Out of the ball, then turn it into a free for all?
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He calls me angel,
Who gave him another three,
Two girls balanced by a boy,
Whose hearts are intertwined
And need greater space than a tiny heart.
Apparently, wordpress counts our likes, and I have 1000 likes from the time I started my blog! I appreciate everyone’s of your likes, follows, and comments. I still can’t wrap my head around it 🙃
Then books are a part of your life, reading and writing a necessity of life, and you can’t have enough of either.
I came across this caricature and couldn’t help but share it! It’s so me!
While the weather out is jolly,
The snowy ice is frothy
My laté is warm and fluffy
With a heart made with three bubbly.
I hold its warmth knowing
That I have three babies, loving,
Waiting to shower me with it by hugging,
While my hubby waits his turn, pacing.
So I happily snuggle in my warmest
Clothes, harvesting their love in a jest.
There’s no rest
For those I love best.
Merry Christmas 🎅 and Happy New Year to all!
Soft lips murmur mostly
Love words that revel in a list
Of muffled sounds that greatly
Impact your softened heart.
Let the soft caresses linger
On the shell of your ear, jaw, cheek,
Chin, and plant a loving kiss per
Lip laying homage and creating a spark.
The electricity or chemistry starts
The love that deepens with decades passing
While building on the flashes
That began the journey to loving.
So the turkey isn’t in the oven and won’t be eaten, as I have nome. However, my appreciation for all that I have, senses, arms, legs, family, love, hate, all I’m thankful for, for each teaches you something new.
Always be thankful for what you have, as others most likely might have less.
The thorn in the rose rose
To prick and pick the pose
Of the stone staying style
Of bone that bosses boys
From tome to tome to
Cover conversations in cold
Winter storms that hinder the hearer
From accepting and acknowledging
Avarice that alienates avowels
Of loyalty, love, and lies
That embue endless enmity.
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I had a lumpectomy done today. What a wonderful job the nurses and doctors did in their jobs as well as keeping my morale high.
The presence physical and emotional of my family members boosted my morale even more.
I’m hoping I’ll feel better quickly and get back to my blog.
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