Softened hearts and wisened thoughts
Wholeheartedness and purity
Spreads the scent of righteousness
To those who may need kindness true
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United States
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Tourist Trap.”
I was born in Africa
And met family in England
I farewelled my mother in Scotland
And danced in Hungary
I have worked in Germany
And holidayed in Fiji
I have lived in Australia
But I have never been to
The United States
Next stop!
With Canadian Rocky Mountains thrown in
Any travel suggestions?
Golden Key
My world expands each time
I think of you
My soul enlarges at every
Thought of you
My mind rejoices with
Each sweet memory
My heart was locked
Until it met with you
Your love is like
A magic golden key
Dreaming of You
I dream of you
At night when dreams are free
And thoughts are real
I dream of you
When you are nowhere near
But in my dreams
I dream of you
When you are far away
But by my side
I dream of you
When it cannot be
That you are here
I dreamt of you
Last night
Birthdays!
The birthdays knock
On the door each year.
They take each child
While the night is dark.
My eight-year old has
Flown away, and in her place
A nine-year old is
In her place.
Domestic Violence
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/think-global-act-local/
I volunteer at a shelter
For mothers and children
That have fled their homes
The strength of will, their
Strength shines through
To these women, rebuilding
Their lives, I salute you
Tranquility
Taken with my iPhone 5
The bench is empty
There’s no one there
Tranquility surrounds me
As I breathe in the air
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/rule-of-thirds/
Devil’s Child
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
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Written about life, and love, and peace, and all
Those thoughts that fill my mind every day
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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
Inventing Peace
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
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