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I make love to you with my poems With each of them I kiss you tenderly My lines embrace you passionately My caressing, tingling verses undress you My words let you grow and enter my world to make y…
Source: I Make Love To You With My Poems – Rose Girl’s World
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of all the sayings there is,
the one my cool dad
taught me first, tops my list
“all our dreams can come true,
if we have the courage to pursue them”
Walt Disney was his favorite
and dad is my favorite too
that made me dream the grandest dreams
and believe in happily- ever- after
mom is fine with that,
she always says, but I doubt so
‘cos she’d argue, as Forest Gump
famously said ” life is like a box
of chocolates, you never know
what you’re gonna get”
so hard work, dedication
and perseverance were the qualities
she instilled, for we never knew
what happens next
but we can always prepare
she constantly insists
by now you know
my parents were two
opposing individuals
made one, by love
for they both believe
in what Victor Hugo said
“the greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved…
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She loved this time of day.
These precious minutes when the sun wasn’t quite gone and the moon not quite risen… Probably hoping to meet in this sweet dimmed in-between. She sat on the porch of her little home, silent, open hearted and wide eyed.
Suddenly, she could feel the warmth of the past day running away from her garden, like a thousand mice seeking shelter for the night to come. And everything around her took this blue-ish shade, as if the sky itself had chosen the back of her house to finally lay down, and rest at long last.
It was the only totally quiet time of the day. The daytime birds were already ready for sleep, while the night feathery friends were still waiting for their queue to start their graveyard shift choire.
All in all, in this moment, for her, time stopped its crazy race for a…
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You brush away a tear
which slips down my cheek.
I sit cuddled in your embrace,
comforted by your silent
acceptance of where I am at
this moment. You do not try
to “fix” my sadness, but
rather share it with an
act of tenderness.
What seems wrong to you
Is uniquely right for some
Poison or honey?
Acts of worship start within
Tend only your own garden
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This poetry form is called Waka and follows this format: 5,7,5,7,7
“Never regret anything you have done with a sincere affection; nothing is lost that is born of the heart.”
Basil Rathbone
Artwork, Heinrich Vogeler – Dreams.
Text and image source: Ravenous Butterflies https://www.facebook.com/120492754734710/posts/3049790835138206/
On countless evenings, I find I cannot sleep. My brain won’t stop, it races, obsessively testing ideas, possibilities, and contemplating the question ‘what if?’ I have long since learned my lesson, there will be no rest. I relinquish my control, leave my bed, and write. Other nights I am jolted from my dreams by some cosmic alarm clock, I clutch a brilliant idea like a lightsaber slashing through the dark. Once again, I stumble to my desk, power on the laptop to transcribe the dream. The stories refuse to be pushed aside.
Creating stories and telling tales flows in my blood, and I schedule writing sessions every day. But I do give myself a break from my normal routine on the days when my brain refused to register that I should have been sleeping.
Do you write at unusual times?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
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