Happiness is…
Bookcase brimming with books
Cracklin Rosie wafting past my senses
Voice of Neil Diamond – bliss
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Final Trio.”
Happiness is…
Bookcase brimming with books
Cracklin Rosie wafting past my senses
Voice of Neil Diamond – bliss
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Final Trio.”
Gifts make me happy
Giving gifts and receiving too
So while I be far away from family
Far away from home
The past few months
I’ve said goodbye to Candy Crush
(Level 213)
I’ve said goodbye to bedtimes at nine
Lifted my hands and started to write
So for this Christmas
I have a gift from my heart
A thought I have dreamed up
A book I have written
Personal edition not for sale
Gift to friends and family
To wish all the souls I love
Scattered across the globe
A very merry Christmas
From Vonita in Sydney
Because while I am here
You are in my heart
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Getting Seasonal.”
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Language of Things.”
To my husband
A bicycle – because cycling
Bicycle magazines – because cycling
Bicycle helmet – because safety
Bicycle lights – to light up the night
Bicycle kit – because cycling
Water bottle – because hydration
Photo of smiling wife – because love
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Unsung Heroes.”
When my artist friend becomes famous
My claim to fame could be
I have a painting by her hand
From her hand as a friendship gift
Kindly given to me
He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty
William Blake
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Kick the Bucket.”
I never want to have my heart broken
I never want to feel the pain of losing a child
I never want to lose friendships with those
I have connected with
I never want to feel the turmoil of
Losing a job without another in place
I never want to grow old but know I must
I never want to have dark days like I’ve had before, and fear may resurface again
I never want you to turn your face from me
I never want to lose my faith, my hope, my trust
But if I lose any of these things
Lift me up and carry me
Because I never want to lose the heart of me
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Alphabet Soup.”
Take the letters of the ABC
One at a time, write a story
Including all
Leaving none discarded
What will your story be?
Aspirational
Beautiful Compliant Desirous
Excellent Faithful Graceful Honest Inspirational
Joyful Knowledgeable Lovely Mystical Noble Opinionated Passionate
Quiet Respectful Sexy Truthful Unifier Vonita
Wellwisher Xuberant Youthful
Zen
Thank you to Yemie for taking up the challenge and leaving me in the dust
http://oluwaballer.wordpress.com
And to Sam for filling in the X and Z blanks
http://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com
You rock!
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If my question to you may be
Do I look good in my outfit today?
Please, oh please, do lie to me
For I do not mind
If you say the words I would want to hear
Lies, if little and sweet, are music to my ear
If my question to you may be
Do you like my style today?
Please, oh please, do lie to me
For I do not mind
If whispers are whispered quietly
Whispers, if little and sweet, are music to my heart
If my question to you may be
Do you love me for who I am
Please, oh please, don’t lie to me
For my heart can’t take the pain
Of hearing words that would cut through
To the essence of me, leaving me wounded
Leaving me scarred
There are times when
There are so many words that I type
Too much for even me, should I discard
Or should I publish for the world to read
And then I decide
If it could touch another
Then all that would be felt within
Would not all be in vain, but fill a need
Thank you around the world
For all the kindness received
For encouraging words and support
It helps my heart to stop its bleed
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “All or Nothing?.”
Wanting everything could be our peril
Chasing all our hearts desire
Could leave us with losing all
Wanting nothing is just as bad
No desire to chase our dreams
Could leave us with dreaming none
So perhaps what we could do
Is dream our dreams, then build a vision
And takes the steps to make it happen
Be inspired
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Feeling Fancy.”
If you could take me anywhere
Take me to Africa
Allow me to breathe in the air
Of the vast plains of land
Take me to the bush
Where lions freely roam
Let me be at one
With the air, the land, the life
Allow my blood to merge
With the energy that surrounds
Allow me to be at one
With the continent of my birth
Allow me to be free
Bless my life