I wanted to do something good
And positive and uplifting
Even though I had no right
So I did
Now to hold on to that
Fragile bubble of
Goodwill.
Author Vonita
Be Love
Be love
For all the hurt you might feel
Be love
For all the pain that cuts inside
Be love
For all the tears and aches and sorrows
Be love;
Love
With all your might
Never let go
Never succumb
Never forget
Love and
Be love.
Grasping for Straws
I had the most vivid dream
Of friends and love and betrayal and trust
All the daily thoughts
That sadden me
Wove their way into my sleep
My craziness, my hopes, and fears
I felt it all, I was there
Right in the midst
Of daily toil
And then I woke
To silent air
I grasp
At the night
I grasp at straws
Farce
If anything could be called a farce, perhaps Donald trump as president would be it.
Just sayin’.
Exposed
My fake happy has slipped
The mask has dropped
And I am left exposed
What Ifs
My mind is filled
With a multitude of
What ifs
I wish them away
I wish them to go
I scream and shout
No more!
Leave me alone
Leave me in peace
It is what the hell it
Is!
Free Will
If people were robots
I could make you
Love me
I could make you
Kiss me
Over and
Over again
But people are not robots
And I cannot make you
Love me
Or kiss me
Over and
Over again
I cannot make you
Greet me
Or smile at me
Or laugh with me
Or talk to me
You are not a robot and
You have
Your own
Free will
Please Hurry!
I promised to love
My whole life through
I promised to care
Only ever for you
I promised with all
The love in my heart
That we would never
Be broken apart
And so I wait alone
While you are away
For your quick return
Please hurry, I pray!
(I read this poem to my daughter and she said it is cheesy. Hmm. Cheesy)
Questions
What is it about her
That made him choose?
Is it the way she walks
Or talks or shades her hair
Is it the way she smiles
Or laughs or has no care
Is it her confidence
Her energy
Her life or spirit
Is it her eyes so brown
Exuberant, alive
What is it about her
I wish I knew!
What is it about me
That made me lose?
No Qualms
I’ve never, ever used the word ‘qualm’ before now, but I can hear my mother’s voice echoing in my ear. He / she has no qualms about lying or being deceitful or hurting people. Or whatever.
Or perhaps I had no qualms in back-chatting and being cheeky? Which seemed to happen often. I always strived to have the last word.
Qualm is totally a word my mother used to use. (Never heard my father use it).
Right up there with ‘knackered’.
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