You are the devil’s child
You are a bitch
So ugly when you were born
There is no way you could be my child
If you would like to find a man
Perhaps you should wear some makeup
Show some cleavage
Show that body we know you have
Why are my eyes blue
When yours are brown?
What will happen
If I do things that do not please you?
The temper, the rage, a fear of man
Are written in my soul
It is not guns I need to fear
When a man and his bare hands are all that’s required
Thank you for supporting my writing
From the very first post when my blog was not yet
Passion through Poetry, but merely a place for me
To move towards the light, to now, where I have
Written about life, and love, and peace, and all
Those thoughts that fill my mind every day
Thank you!
When all around is calm
And all you know is night
Feel the hope within
And move towards the light
When sadness overwhelms
And you have lost your sight
A few gentle steps
Moving towards the light
Disclaimer: this is my personal post of which I am entitled to my own opinion
Not a political statement of any sort
I do not wish to post controversial posts
That is not the intent or purpose of my blog
If I could I would
Un-invent guns so we could
All live without fear
In your eyes I see my heart
I see the love I have for you
In the depths I see your soul
Strength of spirit shining through
Trusting in your love for me, I
Remember the grace towards your child
Undying to the very end, my
Saviour you will always be
Till the moon and sun slip away
In the morning hours, the shrill ring
Of birds chirping woke me that day
Many years ago, and I wondered what might be in store
For me. I could feel a quickening love
In my heart so without delay I rose
Up from my warm and comforting bed.
Hastily I threw back the crumpled bed
Covers noticing the marks of a ring
Of water around my crystal rose
Vase where it had been spilt the previous day.
I waited for my partner love
To arrive with a gigantic store
Of fresh lilies from the flower store
As every morning I place freshly cut blooms on our bed-
Side table – to find out that romantic love
Was in the air, as fresh as a ring
Of jasmine scenting the early day.
My heart skipped beats as I was handed a delicate red rose
As my partner bent on one knee, taking me by surprise. After he rose
Up he led me to the jewelry store.
It turned out to be our engagement Day!
We had a lunch of a salad bed
Garnished with a fresh ring
Of condiments as we celebrated our Love.
For ours was no ordinary love
As the most beautiful rose
Could testify, with an engagement ring
To seal the grace held in store
For the rest of our lives and when I went to bed
That night I felt it had been the most perfect day.
A few weeks later, on my wedding Day
A celebration usually reserved for love
We stood near a well-tended garden bed
Of the most beautiful scented rose
Trees and looked forward to a store
Of love and exchanged a wedding ring.
We savored wines the colour of deep rose
And as we embarked on a lifetime in store
For us we listened to the church bells ring
This is an attempt of a sestina inspired by Sam of Another Voice
She explains the structure in her post:
https://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com/2015/02/16/sestina-the-surprise-of-a-lifetime/
It might be my one and only sestina ever
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Five a Day.”
I would choose berries,
Mango, melon, kiwifruit,
Grapes and ripe cherries
My teacher is in town
She taught me as a child
Thirty years following on
I showed her my new home
When I was ten
And she loomed large
This day would have been
A lifetime away
And here we are
And this is now
Lifetimes away
From being ten
Construction looms
Breaking the sky
With structures
Of steel
We left our home in the country
To settle in the city of Sydney
My face got burnt
My lesson was learnt
So never went back to the sea
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