Under God's Heaven

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The tattered diary a prized possession

A life described during sad aggression

Senseless killing no one spared

Felt like no one even cared

Don't they know that war is futile

Destroying lives is sad and vile

I hope someday the light will shine

And peace and harmony will fall in line

When one community called humankind

Tolerance and love for each other will find

For our souls they weep in sad despair

And for us all they join in silent prayer

Imagine a world that's just like heaven

Where uplifting others is the only obsession

And kindness is a daily habit

And we feel the presence of the Holy Spirit

The tattered diary was a prized possession

Why don't we learn from it and end repression.

~x~

Written for:  Real Toads - Jerusalem   Poetry Jam - Something Ordinary
Linking to:   Poetry Pantry #212

I chose the diary of Anne Frank as something that would've been quite ordinary but a prized possession to Anne. Her story touches our hearts and is the inspiration behind my poem. What went on in Anne's mind, did she wonder about a time under God's heaven when peace would be the way?

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Dear Diary

Dear Diary

You know me well

You know my thoughts

And memories upon which I dwell

You travelled with me

Far and wide

Like a comforting friend

You're by my side

You shoulder my burdens

Help me shed my load

And when I feel timid

Your words make me bold

You share in my solitude

My snippets you enjoy

You laugh at my jokes

Shed tears when I cry

I enjoy my moments

In silence with you

You are my dear friend

Selfless and true.

Today's little entry

Is my gift to you

Thank you with love

Signed, Suzy Que

Written for:
Poet's United Mid Week Motif Diary Stories
Poetry Jam - Alone



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Lost and Found

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Life you threw me all askew

In despair I travelled trudging on

Ignorant of  jewels yet to be born

Of experiences wonderful and new

I lost it all, those material things

I thought that I had lost my soul

Then Lord you held me, made me whole

And Your flute, it brought me joy and wings

Written for:
Real Toads in Octave form = rhyming pattern abbacddc
Poetry Jam - Lost and Found
Linking to:
Poetry Pantry #205 


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Blessing Or A Curse?

The sound of the flute, soothes my soul

A heartache acute, a longing uncontrolled

My body is aching, my mind is numb

My eyes are failing, I can eat only crumbs

But once I was young, my mind sharp as a tack

And life was a song, and there was no lack

I thought back to those moments, when I played with my mates

Jumping in puddles, no cares no complaints

Is life a blessing, or is it a curse?

What was its purpose, did I deftly traverse?

What were its components, pleasing or grim?

Did the Gods chant a lament or a blessed  hymn?

My mind is uneasy, my body is fading

I'm old and so weary, I'm slowly decaying

I long for some comfort, my heart is in pain

Then the sound of the flute, begins again.

~x~

The sound of the flute is so soothing and so comforting.
And those that hear Lord Krishna's flute are truly blessed.


Written for:
Poetry Jam - Age, Aged, Aging
Real Toads - Curse
Linking to:
DVerse Open Link Night
Poetry Pantry #204

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Friends

Written For: Real Toads picture prompt,   Poetry Jam - Friends
Linking to:    Poetry Pantry #202

River Kinzig  picture source: with real toads

I sit by the banks of the Kinzig

In quiet contemplation

My mind goes off meandering

To childhood reminiscence 

My friend we laughed at little things
Life carefree in the sun

So many songs we had to sing

Days filled with innocence and fun

The times we chattered whispering

While teacher's voice droned on

The scribbled notes and giggling

Cherished moments long gone

How did time go whizzing by

Our lives now half over

Long ago we wished time would fly

Now we wish it would go slower

I sit by the banks of the Kinzig

In quiet contemplation

I smile as my mind goes meandering

To childhood reminiscence 

~x~

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