At times it is wise
For writers to sit on their hands
I have found how easy it can be to
Write without filter, without thought or care
Of the power my words may carry and travel
Throughout the globe, hearts connected
When damage is done, to try and amend
But the record is there, no
Backtracking can always be
Done, no apologies can
Always be made, and so
It is time for me to
Be wise, and to
Exercise some
Wisdom for
Words I
Would
Write
Because words have power
Beautiful stars
Twinkle at night
Dance in the shadows
Of the moonlight
(Collaboration poetry between my daughter and I – I wanted Glittering Stars, No Mom – Beautiful stars, ok)
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!
Hats and scarves
Cats and dogs
Twinkle in their
Very smart
Holiday
Attire
Kiss me, like you just did
Oh baby, do that to me once again
“do that to me one more time” captain and tennille
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark.
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Verse 5
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/sweet-little-lies/
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
White lights
Burning bright
Lighting the darkness
Denying the night
Dividing east from west
City from town
Connecting that which
At the same time
It separates
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
Poems and Petals 