Monday, June 25, 2018

Mary Poppins - Day2 #WriteBravely


“In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. You find the fun and—snap!—the job’s a game!” – Mary Poppins



Garden needs mowing
A job I am loathe to do
Time passes slowly

Music in my ears
Pretend it's a nature walk
Mowing easy, quick.








I am taking part in the Write Tribe Festival of Words

For the June 2018 festival I thought I would write some haiku and give this neglected blog a little love. Trying to bring back the poetry mojo.



Related posts - the Disney collection
Day 1 The Lion King





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Sunday, June 24, 2018

The Lion King .... WTFOW Day1 #WriteBravely


“The past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it.” 
– The Lion King


Memories surface
Deep pain fills my grieving heart
Madeira beckons

Tears begin to flow
Past wrongs begin to surface

I am taking part in the Write Tribe Festival of Words

For the June 2018 festival I thought I would write some haiku and give this neglected blog a little love. Trying to bring back the poetry mojo.





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Saturday, October 15, 2016

The Wealth of Love


We are born of love, love is our mother
~ Rumi


The wealth of love is eternal
No force can away it snatch
An emotion so primal
None other can it match

Available in abundance
Yet so hard for us to find
Forgotten its existence
Lost in vestiges of mankind

The human race must transform
All acts with kndness must it do
Seems harder than the fiercest storm
Is to let the love shine through

Do we even comprehend
What love truly means
It's a divine gift He blessed
With no expectation no fees

Its value so priceless
No gem can hold its light
Yet for it we are careless
And against it often fight

Crossed over then we see its worth
For love is only bliss
Such a wasted time this birth
Love was all that is

The wealth of love is eternal
No force can away it snatch
An emotion so primal
None other can it match

~x~

Written for:
Midweek Motif at Poet's United prompt "Wealth"
Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Quote





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Sunday, March 6, 2016

A Flower Was Offered To Me


This poem is written from the viewpoint of the Goddess who has received an offering from a young child, a flower placed at the feet of Her idol in the temple. 

A flower was offered to me
With folded hands she stood there
A little child but barely three
Eyes shut in sincere prayer

She spoke such simple words
Her heart so full of faith
The plea in love I heard
To change someone's fate

Though destiny has a different path
How could I break her soul
Compassion filled my heavy heart
While the young one did extol

What is inevitably written 
Even Goddess cannot change
But perhaps grant a short reprieve 
Within Divinity's allowed range

I took the flower in my hands
And blessings did bestow
I broke those firm destiny bands
And altered that life's flow.

~x~


I believe that what is destined is inevitable, but I also hope that God and Goddess can grant us a reprieve, a slight change in our path if we ask with sincerity, with no agenda, with love and faith and with the innocence of a child.

Written for:
Poet's United Midweek Motif Sumana's prompt "A flower was offered to me". I missed the linkup but loved the prompt so wrote on it anyway.

Linking to:
Poetry Pantry







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Saturday, January 9, 2016

Joy

I searched for joy in places near and far
I left no stone unturned
But joy it ran like a speeding car
And all my efforts spurned

I thought I'd find it in my things
In exciting adventures
In all the things that shine and bling
In fortune fame and treasure

Perhaps I'd trap it in a Winter drift 
Or in February, May or September
Maybe it will be a gift
I get in a day in October

The more I tried, the more I failed
For joy could not be caught
I shouted loud and cajoled and hailed
Seemed like with me it fought

One day I left that battle field
And blended in with nature
With no expectation of any yield
Or fear of any failure

And then I sensed it all around
Joy always exists
It's not a thing that can be found
Within you it just is.

Linking to:
Poet's United Midweek Motif - Joy
With Real Toads - February song by Dar Williams





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