Politician

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Skin.”

If I could choose
To be anyone, anywhere
I would choose
To be a politician
With charisma, charm and grace
Diplomacy, tact and fortitude
So I could round up the leaders
To lead and direct
The global change required
To heal the planet we live on
So there will still be
A world we can rejoice in

*the more I read
the more I see
the more my heart bleeds
for this planet we live on
soon there will be no return*

Happy Tears

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Happy Happy Joy Joy.”

I cry often am not scared
Of the emotional ride
Travelled on every day
Not often are there happy tears

But when hearing sweet angel
Sing my own words back to me
A river of joy, river of love
Flowed uninvited, unrestrained

I embrace those joyful tears
Accept any flows of pain
For tears of life remind again
Of life and that we live

All Grown Up

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All Grown Up.”

When I was the age of twenty two
I packed my bags and bid farewell
Kissed my father on the cheek
And thanked him for all he had done for me

I moved out of house
I moved out of home
To a tiny apartment
With a colleague to share

On my very first shop
I bought some milk, coffee and tea
And felt as grown up
As one could be

My First Post

Sand

My love for you is
Timeless
Ageless
Written in the Earth

I love you
Now
Forever
And for all Time

My First Ever Post
(October 2013)
(Apart from The Light –
Which is now the first poem in my book)
Reworked for the Daily Prompt

https://movingtowardsthelight.com/2013/10/13/heart-in-the-sand/

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/hindsight/

Tight Corner

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tight Corner.”


I spoke myself into a corner
When I spoke the words I should not say
And while I waited for the paint to dry
I wrote poetry and wished the day away

I spoke myself into a corner but yesterday
Or was it husband who spoke himself into his
When I admitted the cycling feats of my BFF
Cycling feats I could never hope to achieve
Well, impressed was he
And when I saw how impressed he was
A very unimpressed was I
While we waited for the paint to dry
We let each other be
Until sorry was said
And it wasn’t going to be me

My Hero

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “My Hero.”

When my mood is low
He leaves me be
When I need help
He rescues me
When I awake
He brings me tea
If its coffee I would like
He brews me one
When I wished for a ring
He bought some gold
When I longed for babies
He gave me two
When I want to talk
He will lend an ear
Two things he will not do
One is listen to me sing
It hurts his ears
Or read all my poetry
There are too many words
But even so
If there was a hero
I would have to choose
My husband
Because I love him

My Year

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “To Be Resolved.”

Every year my hopes and dreams
Are the same as those of years gone by

Lose weight, exercise, eat well, sleep well, and read a book

This year I have gained weight, started Pilates, never felt hunger, survived on three hours sleep, and written a book

Next year my hopes and dreams are not the same as years gone by

Because for next year
My hopes and dreams are as follows

Lose weight, exercise well, eat well, sleep well, and publish a book